The Weleetka American (Weleetka, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 9, Ed. 1 Friday, May 26, 1911 Page: 2 of 4
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Weleetka American
Oldest Newspaper in Okfuskee County
Edwin W. James, - Editor and Publisher
Subscription, One Dollar per Year.
LINWOOD'S
LESSON
By JAMES MARSHALL
"I saw you making eyes at thai
city chap," growled Bert Linwood
"I tell you, Betty, 1 ain't going tc
have my wife flirting with a lot of
dudes who are only laughing at her."
"I'm not your wife yet," snapped
Betty, "and I'm never going to be,
I bowed to Mr. Mines, but T didn't
make eyes at him."
"You did so," insisted Bert. "I
saw you. You don't have to grin
like that every time you bow."
Betty's eyes began to fill with
tears. She loved Bert; she had loved
him for years, but this new unrea-
soning jealousy was spoiling her life.
She drew off the ring and handed it
to him.
"You'd better take that," she said.
"You might use it in Turkey. Men
lock their wives up over there. That's
the sort of place you want to live
"f don't want the ring," he de-
murred. "I just want you to be-
have yourself."
"I guess I can't behave the way
you want me to," she said. "You
don't want me to be civil to any
other man. Look how you wanted to
thrash the clown at the circus last
month, just because he pretended to
admire me. He was only joking, but
you declared I must have given him
encouragement. I was just laughing
at him because he was funny."
"I don't see where he was funny,"
snapped Bert, still smarting at the
recollection of the cleverness with
Sought Out the Little Place Where He
and Betty Had Lunched.
which the clown had turned his ob-
jections into comedy. "If you feel
that way about it, I guess I might
as well take the old ring."
He tucked it into his vest pocket
and, with an elaborate assumption
of indifference, sauntered away. Bet-
ty sought a quiet corner and sat
down for a good cry.
It was always like this. Bert's un-
reasoning jealousy spoiled every me
rymaking, but she had hoped that
the Sunday school picnic might pass
ofT pleasantly.
Had it not been for Martha
Spriggs, Bet tv would have enjoyed
her cry in solitude, but that energet-
ic spinster seemed to scent trouble,
and she shortly appeared upon the
scene. Bit by bit she drew the story
from Betty and administered com-
fort. Then she hustled about the
boat.
Most of the excursionists belonged
to the same church. The rest were
all old friends and before the steam-
er came in sight of Portage island
landing every one knew of the
trouble. Bert was sensible of a
change in (he attitude of most of the
crowd, but he pretended indifference
and told himself that "if that little
cry baby wanted to tell her troubles
he was well rid of her."
After landing he stood on the
dock, watching the steamer continm
her way down to the end of the lake
and then strolled over to the grove
where most of the shady spots undei
the trees were occupied by baskei
parties.
He strolled about in the hone thai
some one might invite him to sit
down and have a bite with them. As
a rule, a dozen invitations would
have been hurled at him upon his
appearance, but now all seemed en-
grossed with their own parties, and
though he went the whole length of
the grove none asked him to share
the feast.
Bert went miserably back to the
dock. Here at least he did not liav«
to look at Betty and the city chap
(who was Martha Spriggs' nephew)
chatting gaily over a bountiful
lunch. It was the final touch of
misery. The island was state land
well out in the lake. It was deserted
except when picnic parties came, and
there was no chance of obtaining
food, neither were there small boats
by the aid of which he might gain
the mainland.
He had breakfasted early on ac-
count of the picnic and now he was
downright hungry. He would not
give Miss Spriggs the satisfaction of
knowing that he had been forced to
ask for food, and he could see clear-
ly that it was she who had put the
entire excursion party up to ignor-
ing his famished condition.
But pride is a poor substitute for
provender, and the sight of the 200
300 picnickers all eating was
more than he could stand. He sought
out the little place where he and
Betty had lunched the year before.
It was a little cove well sheltered
from the rest of the shore, and here
he lay down under the shade and
sought to take a nap.
Even sleep appeared to have de-
serted him. He tossed restlessly
about on the grass, but no sleep came
and he was just about to return to
the grove when a light footfall ar-
rested his attention.
He lay back on the grass in the
hope that his presence might pass
unnoticed, but whoever it was was
coming straight, toward his retreat,
and presently he heard his name
spoken and looked up to encounter
Betty's pitying gaze.
"It was a mean trick," she said,
penitently, "but I could not help
myself. Anyhow I kept two sand-
wiches for you, Bert. I'm sorry that
there is not more, but it was all I
could do to hide these. Miss Spriggs
would never forgive me if she knew
I brought them. I saw you going
across the grove and knew where to
find you."
"You're a darling," said Bert as
he bit hungrily into the bread and
meat. "That old maid would not
have cared if I had starved to
death."
"I guess it wasn't as bad as that,"
laughed Betty, "but I didn't want
to see you go hungry. I must hurry
back now or they will find out."
"Don't go vet," he pleaded. "I've
a whole lot to say to you."
"But they will be looking for me,1
she pleaded, "and I promised. I
can't stop, Bert."
"Yes, you can," he declared as he
laid a detaining hand upon her
wrist. "Yqu can stop and you're
going to. It will be all right when
you go back, for you can tell old
Miss Spriggs that her cure worked.
"What do you mean ?" she asked,
wonderingly. "Miss Martha spoke
of no cure."
"But she .was working one," he
explained. "She says the way to
man's heart is through his stomach,
and she's trying it on me. But it
ain't that," he said, fiercely, "it's be-
cause I realize what a darn fool I'v
been. I want you to forget #11 that
I said about voung Mines and give
me another chance. I ought to be
glad that the girl I'm going to mar-
ry is such a favorite. I guess I am
Hope leaped into Betty's eyes, but
she shrank back as Bert offered the
ring.^
"I'm afraid," she whispered. "You
see, Bert, it's happened so many
times and it always spoils my pleas-
ure because you get jealous when we
get in a crowd.' I don't care for
anyone but you, but a girl has got
to be pleasant to people she knows,
and you won't realize that."
"I do now," he said, sobe'rfy,
"Like the people you read about in
the Bible, I've been fasting and med-
itating. It's been good for me, too.
W oh t you take the ring and give me
another try, Betty? I'm cured this
time, and if I ever do start to kick
you veil 'Lunch' at me and see me
curl up."
The look of gladness deepened in
Betty's eyes as she held out her hand.
Something fold her that this time
the cure would be permanent.
Three hours iater they crossed the
gang plank to the steamer, home-
ward bound, and Martha Spriggs, on
the upper deck, smiled softly to her-
«lf.
'Men ain't got no hearts."
told herself tor the thousandth time.
"They jest got stomach and brains,
and most on 'em's got more stomach
than brains."
JUST ABOUT THAT.
"What's the difference betwwn 9
hospital and a sanatorium?"
"About $20 a week."
A NEW BORROW.
A new Borrow has been born into
the world of books; a new chronicler
of the sayings and the lives of wan-
dering tinkers, of fighting smiths
and of lovable women wfio live in
ruined huts with lovable men.
The second Borrow is Jeffery
Farnol, a young author, who is for-
tunate to have for his literary god-
father Mr. Shirley Byron Jevons,
editor of the Sportsman—the friend
of his boyish ambitions. It is in
"The Broad Highway" that Jeffery
Farnol stands revealed as the new
Borrow, and if he does not write an-
other book—this has gone into its
third impression in no time—the
young author has been responsible
for one classic.—Baily's Magazine.
NO MEALS SERVED.
"How are the meals here?" the
new boarder asked, as he sat in the
parlor waiting for the gong to get
nusy.
"Meals!' the old boarder echoed.
"Say, all we get is a sort of quick
lunch three times a day."
INTERESTING PUBLIC SCHOOL.
The Washington Irving girls'
school in New York has 3,900 pu-
pils and seems to be one of the most
interesting in the country, as the
girls are always planning something
that is out of the ordinary in school
work. Last week they initiated Mrs.
John A. Dix into the Order of the
Daisy, a society in which most of
the prominent women of New York
have already been initiated. The
girls are said to plan all the enter-
tainments they give.
WANTED A PATAUG.
They were smoking rented nargi-
lehs at the Cedars of Lebanon cafe
in the Syrian section on Washington
street. Suddenly, the friend cried,
"Pataug! Pataug!" and the waiter
brought out an ordinary corkscrew
"I was just testing," said the
friend to his companion, "the truth
of the story that the first corkscrew
seen in Bayreuth was brought there I
by a Yankee. It was a patented I
American contraption, and the Syri- |
ins were amazed at its convenience. I
They spelled out on it the mystic
words, 'Pat. Aug. '76,' and took that ;
to be the name of the implement. I
Now I believe the story that 'pataug"
Is its name all over the Levant."
THE ITALIAN OF IT.
"The professor says that music
jwes a great deal to Rossini," said
the young woman. "What's Ros-
lini T"
"Thai," replied Mr. Cumrox, "is
probably Italian for 'rosin.' "
Hire's Root Beer, as served
from the special sountain at
Hilsmeyer's is without doubt the
most delicious and refreshing
diiak.
NEW TIME CARD
FT. SMITH &. WESTERN
RAILROAD CO.
EAST BOUND
No. 2 Passenger arrive 12:59 p. m.
No. 6 Passenger " 9:24 p. m.
WEST BOUND
No. 1 Passenger arrive 2:24 p. m.
No, 3 Passenger " 9;00 p. m.
Parties desiring information
relative to connections,rates etc.
may obtain same by apdying to:
J. J. Gibson H. Britten
G. P- A., Agent.
Ft. Smith, Ark.
HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT HEARD?
The man who selle Groceries, staple and fancy, and
Shoes and Hats of the best makes, at reduced prices.
This same fellow has that Flour and Feed, Garden
and Flower Seed you want.
J. H. Heard, The Grocer,
Phone No. 47
Free Delivery
War Declared
On High Prices in Weleetka.
We are content with a
profit. That is why we
cheaper than competitors.
small
sell
S. CALVIN
H. B. CATLETT, Pres.
L. T. NEWLON, Asst Cash.
CEO. CLARKSON, Cashier
CAPITAL
$25,000
SURPLUS
$10,000
No. 6324
WELEETKA YOUR. ACCOUNT SOLICITED OKLAHOMA
DRIVE SPARROWS AWAY.
Sparrows that have made their
home on the north side of the avenue
between Ninth and Tenth streets
have been deported. Their chatter
disturbed the audiences in the mov-
ing picture theaters and the authori-
ties decreed that they must move.
Accordingly rockcts were set off be-
neath the trees the other dav and
those sparrows that were not killed
or injured flew awuy.—Washington
Herald.
bees?
A CHOICE CUT
of meat can be had here at any time, because
we always have enough to give our customers
their choice. The
Beef, Veal, Lamb, Pork,
and mutton sold here are from prime stock.
There is no stringy, tough portions to make
mastication difficult and digestion impossible.
Try us once and you will come again.
City Meet Market Grocery
Phone 18.
West Main Street
Free delivery.
she
Pay Your Taxes
All taxes, both real and personal, for Weleet-
ka City and Weleetka Township 10-11 and
10-12, may be paid at
The Weleetka
Guaranty Bank
1910 Taxes are delinquent after June 15.
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James, Edwin W. The Weleetka American (Weleetka, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 9, Ed. 1 Friday, May 26, 1911, newspaper, May 26, 1911; Weleetka, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc155283/m1/2/: accessed April 16, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.