El Reno Weekly Globe. (El Reno, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, March 23, 1894 Page: 2 of 8
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El Reno Weekly Globe, ray w.th hu d
DAILY GLOBE PUBLISHING CO.
EL UK NO,
NED HASTINGS' FALL
BY FRED J. cowlk8.
(Copyright, 1894, by the Author.]
T was noon at
the JJlue .lay
mine, and the
men had coine
out of the tun-
nel to eat the
I slipped inv hold on thu bmird, and
barely caught with m.v hands! I tell
you my heart coine up into m.v mouth,
j and 1 could feel the cold sweat drop-
ping from under my cap ami
| ning down my liacli. Hut J
i touched the side, and in doing so
I knocked olT a piece of wall-rock, which
I heard go ch'nkety-chink, clunkety-
chink. until I counted thirteen, then a
faint splash in the bottom.
••I was so weak by this time that I
could not wiggle one hand over the
other and make the side that way. All
1 could do was to hang on and yell.
And didn't 1 yell, though! Hut nobody
heard me except a lonesome old coyote,
who came up and hail a yell with me.
After awhile 1 made up my mind that
I'd got to go. and then 1 began to think
of every mean thing 1 ever did in my
life, from drowning kittens to—well,
no matter what to—anil the few good
Ah I .on K 1
pared for then, ,,u.y d,dn.t t|lU„ lne You
by I- rem et . ( ^ |augh, if you want to; but I ain't
ch\'f D a'n g"intf to drink any more; I can tell you
Glass." boss ..t j «■ ' *• "vv! , ,
"I thought « f my
black pito' hell, Rtarvintf and mangled,
wishing for death that came s<> slow.
Somehow, that seemed all ritfht I
could stand that; but when 1 thought
of the five hu ml red dollars, Sta^re com-
pany money, in my pocket, and they
advertising me as an absconding thief
— it was worse than horrible.
"It was about that time that I bey: n
to feel around for the end of a pra\ t
I or two that 1 used to know when 1 wi*-
| a kid, and as 1 repeated the famiiin
I 'Now 1 lay me down to sleep I could
| see my old gray-haired mother away
down east on the old home farm in
Vermont I could see her sitting iu the-
the lower work-I
ings, was the
first to tiliish,
and, ligh ting
his pipe, he commenced to regale them
with stories of "the sixties, _w' 'ii
Quartz hill was a honeycomb of mines.'
Breaking off suddenly in the midst of
one of his favorite exploits, he smiled
broadly and exclaimed: "There he
comes now!" indicating, pipe in hand,
with an oracular wave, a sturdy-look-
ing young man coining down the trail
that led from Humbug City to the
"You all thought 1 hed been budgin'
over to Humbug, 'cause 1 coined in late
this morning; but I hadn't. 1 d jest been
attendin' a little before-break fast mat-
inee in which thet young feller there
played a solo part way up—er down.
Youse know him mostly—he's the ex-
press agent what hangs out at Win-
ning Card. Well, where dy e spose 1
found him this morning'."'
"You shut up, Dan. Here is the
quart I promised you," said the subject
of Dan's remarks, coming up and hand-
ing out a bottle marked "Kgyptian
Cough Mixture, S. T., 1860, V. which
Dan promptly appropriated and fondly
applied to his lips, his movements fol-
lowed by six pairs of envious eyes.
"You can't keep it, so 1 might as well
tell the straight of it myself," contin-
ued the young man, balancing himself
precariously upon an overturned wheel-
barrow. "1 guess you will laugh —Dan
did; but I ain't seen where the laugh
comes in yet. 1 may when my hair
gets to laying flat enough for me to
comb, which it ain't as yet.
"You see, it was like this. 1 had
been over at Humbug, calling on a
female friend of mine at the Gold Dust I little low rocking-chair at the west
hotel, and the time slipped bv so pleas- j window, where she wrote me shewouh
antly that when I looked at my watch j always sit as the sail went down 111 the
1 found 1 had less than an hour to get ) west, and give him a message for her
over to Winning Card to get the bullion j dear boy, to deliver when be smiled
out of the safe for the Silver Cily stage, j upon him after she had gone to bed.
which passes about eleven o'clock. 1 could see father come in and hand her
how the road winds around j the paper the one 1 subscribed to
KXIKI'T A I.ONI.SOMK oi l. COVOTK.
Quartz hill from Humbug to the Card
—it's a good five mile, mostly uphill.
Well, 1 knew that I couldn't make it
that way, and as it was such a bright,
moonlight night 1 thought that I would
chance Old Ashby's trail over the hill,
which isn't over two mile. You know
Ashby's trail, Dan? That's the one
him and Dick Dunn fought about, and
he had to kill Dick."
"Y'ep," replied Dan, his eyes twink-
ling with amusement. "I coined over
It break o' day this mornin', an'—"
"Never mind.'' broke in Hastings. "I
thought 1 could see well enough to
keep out of the holes and make pretty
good time, but that old hill s got an
abandoned mine every fifty foot, and
they run from ten to five hundred feet
deep 1 don't believe there is a curb or
board over the whole blessed lot
Well, 1 was making good time enough
until I came along to where I judged
the Hobtall extension was—a good six
hundred feet deep, if it s a foot when
I noticed that the sky was clouding up.
In about five minutes 1 felt a chilly
guBt of wind, and then it suddenly got
blacker than a stack of black cats.
Knowing where I was, and the danger
of stepping into the Bobtail, made the
cold chills play tag up and down my
ipinal colum. I slowed up. and for
awhile shoved one foot ahead of the
other until I begun to get careless,
thinking that I knew the lay of the
land well enough to know that I was
past the worst of it. Suddenly, just as
I started to sing the first verse of 'The
Days of '49,' 1 stepped on nothing but
oxygen—and I knew to a dead cer-
tain}- that I was falling into the b'ob-
"If I live to be a thousand years old,
I will never forget the feeling of hor-
ror that took possession of me. As 1
plunged forward, I instinctively threw
when I first came here,
see her dear old face flush
Ihti* \Vm Five Itolliu* 15a?
In It For llli".
The nearest friendsof Opie Read, the
novel writer, would not suspect that
he had achieved military rank. He in
a most unmilitarv-looking man, who
can not be induced to wear so much of
gaudy trapping as a printed badge on
any occasion no matter how great.
Itesidcs. with the exception that he
I was born in Tennessee and lived sev-
eral years in l\ iitueky and Arkansas,
| it is not generally known that theie if*
i tinv reason why be should have a mili-
lint Head was once a major under
1 •onimission iu military service.
What was known as the "Perry ville
tvar*' in Arkansas in 1HS*J, was a riotous
! strike that had to be controled by the
itate militia. A large body of the na-
tional guard was sent to the scene un-
der command of lien. Hob Newton, and
these troops were encamped there sev-
Opie Head, who was then a reporter
f, ,i a Little Rock dally newspaper, waa
I sent to the front as that journal's
official correspondent in the field, and
being a close friend of the commanding
ofliecr, that gentleman sent for Head,
and iu order to give him the comforts
und advantages of headquarters, ap-
pointed liim to be major and aide-de-
camp, with all the honors ami emolu-
ments pertaining to such a position.
of course Maj. Head paid no atten-
tion to anything like personal military
service, and doubtless slept soundly
long after "reveille," and played poker
and wrote his newspaper letters with-
out regard to "tattoo" and "taps."
One day "during the war" Head had
been writing one of his letter
Daily (ia/.ette in tic
quee and was in tin
enveloping it to send away in the mai)
when the general said to him:
"Here, I want to read that letter be-
fore it goes."
"You read it?" queried the news-
"Yes, sir. I want to see if it con-
tains anything contraband of war."
"Hut I don't intend to let you read
"I demand it, sir. as your superior
"1 don't care what you demand. You
; can't see that letter until it is printed
in the paper."
"I'll have you court-martialed for
insubordination, Maj. Heed.
l)uiinif this dialogue (Jen. Newton
had maintained a very serious face,
and he fairly bristled with military
Kcad began t regard the matter se-
reriously also, as Gen. Newton was
usually jolly and unconventional.
To the last remark of the ofliecr the
correspondent replied interrogativcly:
"Court-martini me? Ilow can you
have me court-martialed?"
To which lien. Xe w ton replied:
"You are a major, sir. and aide-dc-
, camp on my stafl', under pay of ?• per
day from the state by virtue of this
mi mission (presenting parchment
blew her nose and poked the fire, und j
then turned to Mr. Thompson again.
"Somebody in the court wrote b. pro-
l y BIi.kkton ( ay. posal of marriage and passed it to me as
soon as the damages were awarded; he
(Copyright. 1894. by the Author.! was beforehand with you.
^(IKA WORTLEY j -Do you mean that you accepted
^ I felt very lonely j him?" Thompson grew red with anger,
and very miser- and his hair stood up more aggressively
"No, 1 did not, any more than I have
accepted you; but I like him better than
1 do you.'
"Why?" he asked, sharply.
"Rceause he took 'no' for an answ er."
"Good by, Miss Wortley—for the
present!" Mr. Thompson said, making
a frantic rush for his hat and gloves.
"Iiood-by, Mr. Thompson."
Thompson opened the door and gave
admittance to some one who was about
to knock. He gave u look at the new-
comer, and hesitated to leave, bet a
very decided action on the other's part
induced liim to do so. The door
which had been held open so meaningly
for him was very promptly slammed
after him. not without a suspicious
movement, which looked like a kick,
aimed at the departed guest.
The newcomer was Oliver Toogood, a
tall, burly, hearty-looking man of forty,
having the appearance of a country
gentleman, though he was really a
which were always busy with type- j |l()i*Se dealer, very well known in his
w riting; and it would not give her the I eounty for honesty and fair dealing,
only tiling she wanted—some one to | j10 drew up a chair to the tire, which
lOVe. was now burning brightly, and, flushed
a stumble up the dingy staircase, j with excitement and without saluta-
A.FTER THK VERDICT.
alile as she sat
in her cheerless
ought to have
been in good
spirits, for she
had w o n her
ease in the law
courts, but she
was far from
feeling so. In
fact she regret-
? ted more than
fver that she had been persuaded by
that pushing little lawyer, Nicholas
Thompson, to bring the action for
breach of promise at all.
The amount of damages awarded to
her did not dazzle her; a thousand
pounds would buy her a great many
things she did not really want, hut all
her actual wants were amply supplied
already by her own industrious fingers.
Tn Duke of Fife started life wltk
an euortm>us fortune, to which he ha
steadily added. Everything that h«
touches seems to turn to gold. Stoclt
In a London trust company, purchased
by him some vears ago at £S0 a share,
is now quoted at £0,00" a share.
Thomas Co frtr sky and Rebecca
I'ruitsStivers, of Crawfordsville. Ind.,
have just married each other for t
third time, which, of course, has udcc£-
sitated two divorces.
Moss grows tliicV.'t on the north
side of hills, and a Min-c.tposca tree
Iris its largest limbs on the ouUt '
•t of folilin. and
into which the fog penetrated with im-
punity. and a knock at the door an- |
nouneed a visitor. "Come in," Nora i
said, absently, forgetful of tear-j
stained eyes, and fingers besmoked
with perusing her love-letters in the j
dull, smoky tin
"What was that cringing
gar doing here?"
"lie came to see me, Oli—Mr. Too-
good," Nora said, nervously.
"Well, the less you have to do with
him out of business hours the better, '
The door opened and gave admittance j he said, brusquely. "1 can't deny but
t<i a short, spare man, who bustled in that he has done your work well. I
and was all over the room before lie j sllpp.ise you are very grateful to him,
had linished saying: "Hood afternoon, , atu) all that?"
and had laid his hat and gloves in a | "Yes, 1 suppose 1 am." Miss
,,1: f security He was very plain, said, doubtfully; "i don't know."
"You ought to know, then. 1 ou
would not have got a thousand pounds
damages if he had not gone about it
and have you
with pleasure at the thought that she roll), and yet yon refuse to obey my or-
was soon to read a 'personal' about (U.rs, and I am commandant here. I
'Our gentlemanly and etlieient express
agent,' like they are always putting
in out here. The dear old lady
nervously feels about for her specta-
cles, which she can never find, where
she has pushed them up on her fore-
shall prefer charges
That was the first intimation Head
nad received that he was on any other
payroll than that of the newspaper lie
was serving. Hut now he blurted out:
"Say, Hob, am i to get #•"> a day as
major on your staff?
"That is you r pay," said den. llol>.
Head broke out all over in big and
Audible smiles, pushed tlie manuscript
across the table toward thu otliocr, and
"Take the stuff. Read it and let tin
war go on."—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
INDIAN BOYS AT PLAY.
"and FoNtii.y Arri.mn to his i.trs.
head. At last she has them safely in
front of her eves, and has smoothed
the ruffled gray hairs into place. She
opens the paper and stares hard at the j
scare head: 'Stop thief! Where is
Edward llastiugs, and where, oh!
where is the Stage Co.'s live hundred !
dollars?' 1 could see her read the in-
fer.ial black letters in a da/.ed way— |
then the truth—the lie, the black lie -
gather up her bruised spirit and bear it (
away while her head is bowed in grief.
And—anil 1 could see myself in that
hole, mangled and bleeding!
"I thought all this aud more, too,
boys. A man lives a long time when
he knows that he has gut to die the
next minute. Then I felt my grip
slowly relaxing. 1 commended my
soul to God, shut my eyes, let go and
The interest of his listeners was in-
tense now. Even Dan's hand shook a
little as he took his pipe from between
his lips, and Hastings' voice dropped
almost to a whisper. He paused a mo-
ment and added:
"Dropped—just eighteen inches!"
There was a dead silence for fully a
half a minute; then Grasshopper Jim,
"fm Kansas." got up. slowly wiped his s|,„t Ht random into the
eyes with the hack ot his hand, in- fj,0 ground, a
speeted the hand critically for a mo-
ment and as slowly wiped it down his
boot leg, where it left a long damp
streak in its wake. Then he sat down i
again, looking fixedly at the express
agent, and ejaculated, amidst the ap-
proving glances of every miner present.
"Well, 1 call thet ther a shame!"
The S. T. 18(10, X.. bottle was passed
from lip to lip, but no motion was
made to pass it on to Hustings until
Dan recovered enough to explain that
the story was true in every particular
—that lie could vouch for the most of
it. Hastings, in fact, had fallen into
the liobtail shaft, and the only reason
he had fallen eighteen inches, instead
of six hundred feet, was because ill
digging the mine the miners had found
after going down about six feet that
thev were some four feet to tin1 left of
the vein and had simply "shelved anil
gone on; and that morning, as he was
coming to work, he had found Hastings
"roosting onto thet shelf, too weak
from fright to help himself out!
Missouri Joe evidently had sifted the
whole matter through his miud and
was not satisfied with the conclusion.
RerollertioiiH of 111** 11 <1
tut my arms, and fetched, breast up, j R-a-a-y, Neddie," lu? drawled, "what
Ugaiust a piece of scantling—the only ,Hd you do when you struck bottom?
thing left of a floor that had once cov- iyKi y, m finish that there prayer?'
ired the shaft—with a suddenness that Ned colored guiltily as he replied:
took away my breath. I hung onto j ••Naw: you know 1 didn't finish the
that scantling like grim death, for 1
What do you suppose I did? '
Just cussed," suggested Joe.
"Sure!" answered Neil.
knew it was the only thing between
me and the hereafter; but I was limp j
and nerveless from the shaking-tip 1
hud received. j —"I shall be glad when I get big
"After awhile, though, I put out one enough t > ,vash my own face, unit-
foot apd felt for thq left wall—couldn't f-vd little Johnny after his mamma
reach it! Tried a little harder, and got had got through with liim; "then I
, o interested in the operation that I! won't wash it." ltoston Transcript.
Our sports were molded by the life
anil customs of our people—indeed we
practiced only what we expected to do
when grown. Our games were feats
with the how and arrow, foot and pony
races, wrestling, swimming, and imi-
tations of the customs and habits of
our fathers. We had sham fights with
mud balls and willow wands, we played
lacrosse, made war upon bees, shot
winter arrows (which were used only
in that season), and coasted upon ribs
of animals and buffalo-robes.
No sooner did the boys get together
than they divided into squads, and
cho;e sides; then a leading arrow was
nil*. Before it
dley from the
bows of the participants followed.
Each player was quick to see the direc-
tion and speed ot the leading arrow,
and he tried to send his own with the
same speed und at an equal height, so
that when it fell it would be closer
than any of the others to the first.
It was considered out of place to
shoot an arrow by first sighting the
object aimed at. This was usually im-
practicable, because the object was al-
most always in motion, while the
hunter himself was often on the back
of a pony in full gallop. Therefore.it
was the'offHiind shot that the Indian
boy sought to master. 1 here was an-
other game with arrows which wa«
characterized by gambling, and was
generally confined to the men.
The races were an every-day occur-
rence. At noon the boys were usually
gathered by sonic pleasant sheet of
water, and us soon us the ponies were
watered they were allowed to graze foi
an hour or two. while the boys stripped
for their noonday sports, ltoys of all
1 ages were paired for a "spin." and the
little red men cheered on their favor-
ites with spirit! As soon as this was
ended the ponv races followed. All the
speedy ponies were picked out and
riders chosen. If a hoy said, "I can
not ride." w hat a shout went up! Such
Last of all came the swimming. A
little urchin would hang to his ponv's
long tail, while the latter held only Ms
hwid above water and glided sportively
along. Finally the animals were (-.riven
Into a fine tieid of grass, and we timed
our attention to other games,
Charles A. Kastman, in St. Nicholas.
with reddish hair, which stood straight
up on his head, aud light-colored e\ es,
with red rims and noeyelashes to speak
of. Nora turned up the gas and stood
waiting to hear his business.
"Now, do sit down, do sit down. Miss
Wortley," he said, with brisk, though
embarrassed utterance. "I have just
dropped iu for a friendly chat and to
exchange congratulations about the
verdict, you know."
"Thank you." said Nora, without en-
thusiasm: "I am sure you did your best
for me. anil, of course, 1 thank you.
"Just so, just so." A pause ensued,
which Mr. Thompson bridged over
with sundry disjointed ejaculations.
"I 1 dare say you know I am a bach-
elor. Miss Wortley'.'"
"No, 1 dill not. Mr. Thompson."
"Yes. ves, I am. I'm sorry to say. It i
j isn't right, you know, and I must |
sav I have been struck by the af-
fectionate disposition yon have dis-
closed. Now don't sp-ak. my dear lady! ' • «•*«— T
It is so, very much struck, indeed, in ..wiiat was that crisuin'
fact, madam. \ our ufTection is a treas- hkggak liotxo lu.ki-.?"
j b'-Come" come" Mi"' Wortley, just ' significantly. "I could not make up
' listen to me Accept mv hand and you my mind to pay good money tiitiidirn
will find plenty of attention for me. 1 | fingers, that as much might Sticklo_it
make you an excellent husband, as he chooses.
domesticated, don't smoke, don't
drink, not very particular about my ;
meals, and very easily pleased, if any-
one cares to study me. Now just say
'yes, and it is all settled."
"1 am much obliged, hut 1 would
rather say 'no.'"
"Itut I am not going to take that for
an answer: if you won't say 'yes to-
day 1 will call again to-morrow, and so
on every day. No six and eightpence.
"I assure you 1 mean no," said Miss
Wortley, decidedly; "I beg you will
take that for an answer. I shall never
get engaged again.'
"Poor thing, poor thin
such an affectionate disposition, your
thoughts are running on the injury
that great brute did you. Never mind,
mv dear, a thousand pounds makes a
Mr. j. if. hoikjIuhs
Cyspepsia and Catarrh ol
the Stomach Cured.
c. I. Honil & Co., Lolvell, Mass :
'"Gentlemen—I was troubled with dyspepsia
and catarrh of the stomach for over a year.
I could not eat the least tliinvr without
Much Untold Misery.
I too'.t medicine of different doctors but received
only slight fj< netit. i began taking Hood s Sar*
saparilla last winter and from tlic second
day I noticed an improvement. My stomach
did not .«our nor my food rise n^r distress
m'-. I have taken four bottles up to this
time and have ^ruined several pounus iu flet-h.
My friends all speak about
My Improved Looks
and say they never saw me looking so well.
When they ask what I am tauing, my rt ply
to all is, Hood's Sarsaparilla." J' -HN R. D ro-
I.ASS, of the tirni of Douglass & !>• .Unap. grocer-
ies and provisions, Hallstead, Pennsylvania.
Hood's Pills ai t easily, y(t pr in tlyand
efficiently, on the liv« rund bowels. 25c.
not to marry
Take my advice, Nora,
and have his bill taxed."
"You are very kind to interest your-
self about it," said Nora, wearily; "but
I don't think Mr. Thompson is likely to
overcharge or cheat ine—in fact, ho
wishes to make me his wife.
The making of such a confession was
distinctly contrary to Mis*- Wortley s
usual manner, but a sudden inclination
seized her to show her quondam lover
that she was not despised by everyone,
though he had cast her off without
"1—I don't know."
"Surely you will never tie yourself
to a little peddling attorney chap like
that:" he burst out, impetuously;
"why, 1 could buy him out and out
four times over. A little snip like that
that 1 could take up with my finger and
"It is very lonely forme, said Nora,
looking down so that Oliver loogood
only saw her long dark lashes.
"Itut you might do better than that,
Olive- blurted out, "with what you
have saved and my thousand pounds."
"Yes," said Nora, still keeping her
eyes cast down, "perhaps 1 could. 1
have had other offers."
"The deuce you have!"
"Well?" he put in, impatiently. "Why
don't you accept the best ot them.'
"1 shall never marry without
"An equal sum on the part of the
man? Well, here s the money 1 have to
lie plumped down a bulky pocket-
"There- take it and count it iianlc
of England notes all of them. 1 can't
think what the deuce you wanted to
very excellent piaster, aim «... soothe j quarrel with me for."
the wound very much: That reminds | "Oh, Oliver, she said, gent j i -
me—bless my soul, how could it have | ways heard that the quarul of 1( \ r,
escaped me?' ,.f course vou shall have ■ was the renewal of love, and 1 neur
entire control of your money yourself. ; thought you would leave me ber.ii.se of
though 1 could find an excellent invest- j what 1 said.
lent for if " I "Well, I never meant to.
'Thank you. Mr. Thompson, but 1 ; "Hut you did, and you said cruel
will not liiarry you, and as for the I things about me."
money you we're instrumental in get- I "Which mischievous persons repeat-
,ing for ,ne. 1 am so ashamed of it that jed, Nora. I always mean to coine
1 think 1 shall give it to some charity. ' ' round 111 the end, onl.\ 1 heni.l that
"Nonsense, Miss Wortley, you will Thompson was urging you to bring^ an
get over this. ! Wish that' fellow was ] action for breach of promise
not site It a great hulking brute 1 1 riage, and that made me turn t
should like to give liim a horsew hip- j Well, count your money
ping- as soon as the money is paid, of "1 I don't want it! >
!olll.M, •• I bing. and hiding her face in her hands;
•If you thi.ik t > please me by abusing i "1 hate it, and—"
Oliver, vou are very much mistaken.' I "Anil me, ton?"
I Nora Wortley said, iiotly. "1 will | Oliver got up softly, and stood before
l hear nothing against him.'' j her.
"I will wager that he is saying nasty ; "And me. too. he repeated, tenth,
enough things against you." the attor- I "No." Nora niurtnurcii: "I was going
ncy said. vici, tisly; "Oliver Toogood | to say. 'and I wont have it
doesn't like parting with his money : "Will you hav
Buy better than other people do; so don't see w liy wt
there is no hlirm in your having a shy the lawyers have
| at him if yon want to."
"Hut I don't want to," said Nora,
with dillienlty keeping buck her tears;
••he was ttlwavs very kind t.> me. und
no doubt it was my own fault tl.at lie
backed out of his engagement." Nota
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form uvea composition."
SOLD CY CROCER3 EVERYWHERE.
WALTER BAKER 4 CO., DORCHESTER. MASS.
M, they will practically moke b«r rd« Ey
nuking tlu'-f «.iik-' long enough and putting in en I cue* iu
the way bulky material ninv l>e handled.
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equals custom w '*. costing from
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done tlioii* worst with
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Norn tununl up a wcl
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teemed to satisfy Mr. Toogocd vast
f LATEST ITYklS
derbvmail. Postage free. Y
j ol' dealer** who push our hoea
IXCELLENT OOlvlUl N \ TION .
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Merritt, Lafe. El Reno Weekly Globe. (El Reno, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, March 23, 1894, newspaper, March 23, 1894; El Reno, Oklahoma. (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc165683/m1/2/: accessed October 16, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.