The Calumet Chieftain. (Calumet, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 24, Ed. 1 Friday, January 15, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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ILIA MIDDLETON
m,USrjRAlZD BY
KAY WALTERS
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SYNOPSIS.
Tnr^e jrirls — Elizabeth, Gabrielle and
EllPe—started for Canada to spend the
Bummer !here. On hoard steamer they
were frightened by an apparently dement-
ed stranger, who, tindiny a bag belonging
to one of them, took enjoyment In scru-
tinizing a photo of the trio. Elise shared
her stateroom vxltli a Mrs. Graham, also
bound for Canada. The young women on
a sightseeing tour met Mrs. Graham,
anxiously awaiting her husband, who had
a mania for sailing. They were intro-
rtuced to I.ord Wilfrid atul l.ady Edith.
A eottUEf- by the ocean was rented by
the tiio for the summer. Elizabeth
learned that a. friend of her father's was
to call. Two men called, one of them
being the queer-acting stranger 011 the
uteamer. The girls were "not at home,"
but discovered by the cards left that one
nf the men was Elizabeth's father's
friend. The men proved to be John C.
Eilake and (lordon Bennett. The party
was told of the search for smugglers in
I he vicinity of the cottage. Ellse visited
Mrs. (iraliarn to find that her life was
not the happiest. She learned thai the
Grahams and l.ady Edith were acquaint
ed. A wisp of yellow hair from Mi'. Gra
ham's poi ket fell into the hands el' Elise.
Mrs. Graham's hair was black. lHiring
a storm tin- young women heard a crash
In the bast ment of the cottage and a. mo-
ment late 1 Miry Anne, their woman sec-
ant. entered, her arm bleeding. To as-
sure them there was no danger, Mary
Anne den ended to the basement alone
and quieted their fears. I.a'iv Edith told
the girls of a robbery of Jewels at the
hotel. Fearing for the safety of her own
gems, she left them in a safe at the cot-
tage. Mr. Gordon Bennett was properly
Introduced, explained his queer actions, |
returned the lost hag and told of mysteri-
ous doings of a year before connected
with the cottapc. Exploring the eellai
one ot the girls found a sphinx cuff-but-
ton, tlu- exact of which both
Gordon Bennett atul l.ady Edith were
found to possess, also. Elise, alone, ex-
plored the cellar, overhearing a conver-
sation there between Mary Anne and a
man.
CHAPTER VIII—Conti nu!d.
There was silence for a minute, and
then the man spoke again.
"1 tell you there's no use talking
any more. I've begun the thing, and
I'm goins through with it."
"But the danger, Willy, Ihe dan-
ger!"
I'm used to danger."
"Aye, worse luck, that you are! And
me like to breake me 'eart wi' thinkin'
of you o' nights."
"Then don't think."
"Ah, 'ow can I 'el 11 it? Me that
carried you in me arms when you was
a little babby!"
"Well, now, will you do what i ask,
ot won't you?"
"Don't ask it of me, Willy—don't
now."
"I do ask it."
I forgot, all honorable scruples j
against eavesdropping, and listened |
with all my ears. 1 can only add in ]
self-defense that I believe any one \
else in ray place would have done the
same.
He muttered something 1 could not j
hear, however, and Mary Anne gave a
stifled sob.
"Oh, you didn't use to be so 'aid!"
she exclaimed. "It's she 'as changed
you. It's 'or fault—with 'er soft 'ands
and 'er 'aid. crool 'eart."
"Don't you say anything against
Nell. I won't have it."
"Oh, it's alius Xell nowadays. And
what does she care what 'appens to
you, so long as she's safe 'erself? It
only you'd took to the fishing trade.
Willy, and lived respectable 'ow 'appy
we might 'ave been, and Sarah Cush-
ley ready to marry you if you'd said
the word."
"Sarah Cushley indeed!"
"It's the books—that's what done it.
Many's the time I've been sorry 1 ever
let you go to school. Many's the time
I've wished I'd listened to yer uncle
when 'e wanted to take yon on Ms
sloop afore the mast. Fur 'e said good
'ard work, with a rope's end now and j
then, would make a man o' you. Hut
you'd a look o' yer father, and you
ad 'is fine ways—"
He interrupted her with an unpleas
ant laugh.
"Fine ways, indeed! That's all he
ever gave his son. Don't blame me
for anything, mother—look nearer
home. I'm not saying it as all your
fault. You thought you were mar-
ried."
"God knows I did, Willy!"
"You brought me into the world, and
found you were deceived, like many
another tool of a girl—and serves
them right, too, for thinking a gentle
man would marry them."
"Oh, my boy!"
There was real tragedy in the excla
mation, and I found myself wiping
away a tear, but the man's voice was
as cold as ever.
"So I started life under a handicap
—a thoroughbred mongrel, made up of
the worst of you and the worst of him.
And I turned out a bad lot, didn't I?
But whose fault was it?"
"Mine, Willy, mine."
"Yes, yours. Branded from Ihe be-
ginning with the bar sinister—differ
ent front other children. Don't I re-
BMAiber it all? Growing up with his
aristocratic tastes and your environ-
ment; born with the instincts of his
class, which make luxuries necessi-
ties, and 110 money to gratify them.
And then the cold shoulder every-
where—contemptuous pity from his
class, open ridicule from yours."
"I sent you away, Willy. I took the
bit of money he gave me and sent you
to the stales to school, where you
could be a gentleman and 110 questions
asked. And I loved you, darlin'; I al-
ius loved you."
"You gave me what you could, I sup-
pose. I'm not blaming you for that.
But you turned me loose with a little
learning and no money—a dangerous
combination, mother. So I went to
the bad, preferring a short life and a
merry one. Then 1 met Nell, and was
happy, for she loved me. Don't say
she didn't—she did. I tell you; she
does."
"And so do I, my boy. Who could
love you like your mother?"
"Then, mother, do as I tell you,
without any more fuss. Come away
miss, and was alius in trouble. And
last year 'e got to quarreling—in
Montreal it was—and e si a 11 tied a
man. And the man up and died. So
they're after 'im fur it, and they'll 'au^
'im, miss, they'll 'ang my boy if they
ketches 'im."
She rocked to and fro a moment in
speechless misery, and then contfn
ued:
"And I give 'im money, Miss Elise,
but 1 dou't let 'im come up 'ere, ex-
cept to-d.' • 'e follered me unbe-
knownst, miss, and I let 'im go in the
coal 'ole, God furgive me fur the lib-
erty I took! Mostly 'e comes down
the shore in 'is boat, and 1 meeis 'irto
quite private. But I've give im all
the money I 'ad, and my brother's give
him money, too, and 'e's goin' back to
the old country to live a decent life."
"Where were you when I heard you
talking?"
"In the coal 'ole at the back o' the
cellar. And I beg your parding fur
the liberty 1 took, but don't lay it up
agin me, miss, fur what else could a
mother do? And, Miss Kllse, darlin',
you'll keep a quiet tongue in yer ead,
won't you, and let 'im git away? Kur
e's shipped as a sailor and sails 011
Sunday mornln'."
I said 1 would talk it over with the
others, but I thought if she promised
never to allow him near the house
again wo would say nothing, as lie
was really going to leave the country
and reform. She quite cheered up
then, and insisted on getting me a
lunch, waiting on nte with a humility
and alacrity I found most touching.
This vagrant son explained various lit
tie mysteries about Mary Anne which
had puzzled ine a good deal, and I felt
IlShted, as I had had moro than
enough of my own society. So wo had
^ long, comfortable afternoon, and by
Valuable Conch Sheila.
The conch shell is highly prized i«
India. In many of the temples tiiey
and by Mary Anne brought us tea, i Hr„ blown daily lo scare away the ma
riffliwft
W!mm
m
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1
Eavesdropping,
Forgot
Honorable
Scruples
Against
very sorry, indeed, for thi
ture w ith her secret troubl
poor c 11 'ii
with an appealing glance at 1110 which
1 Interpreted as a plea for silence,
and I am glad to be able to say I kept
her secret inviolate.
"1 envy you your complexion," I re-
marked, as I admired the seashell
tints of my guest's face. "Now, I am
quite pale and heavy-eved, but you
look as fresh as a daisy, yet you have
had just as horrid a day as I."
"It takes a great deal to make the
Campbells lose their color," she re-
plied, "or rather, to make It stay
lost. I was pale enough this morning,
but as soon as the pain left me the
red returned. 1 am shockingly
healthy, you know—good, sturdy old
Scotch blood."
"But I.ord Wilfrid often looks very
pale."
"Oh, Wilfrid is an alien—we all tell
him so, much to his disgust; and he
is far from well, poor fellow, although
I think lie is improving. Have you
noticed that be seems brighter and
better of late?"
I made an appropriate reply, and
the conversation drifted to other
things, As we sat together In the
hammock, swaying gently to and fro,
I happened lo notice thai In Ihe lace
at her throat she wore the little gold
key which bad excited my curiosity
once before,
I spoke of it, and she at once drew
it out and handed it to me, while 1 told
her the story of the cuff button and
its unusual design.
"And," I concluded, "your pin sur-
prised me, and so did Mr. Bennett's,
but please tell me why you were inter-
ested in it."
Her sweet face grew very grave,
and she hesitated a moment before re-
ligtiant spirits while the god receives
his daily meal. A conch with the
spiral twistlngs to the right Instead of
to the left is supposed lo be worth
Its weight in gold. Some years ago a
conch of that description was offered
for sale in Calcutta, with a reserve
price of a lakh of rupees placed on II.
It was eventually bought in for $20,000.
"Nails."
"Nails are a mighty good thing—
particularly finger nails—but I don't
believe they were Intended solely for
scratching, 41iough I used mine largely
for that purpose for several years. I
was sorely afflicted and had it to do.
One application of Hunt's Cure, how-
ever, relieved my Itch and less than
one box cured me entirely."
J. M. WARD.
Index, Texas.
Warmth and Illumination Needed.
A philosophy without heart and a
faith without intellect are abstractions
from the true life and being of knowl-
edge and faith. The man whom phil-
osophy leaves cold, and the man whom
real faith does not illumine, may be
assured that the fault lies In them-
selves, not in knowledge and faith
The former Is still an allen front phil-
osophy, the latter an allen from faith.
— 11.'gel.
Important to Mothors.
Rxamtne carefully every bottle of
CASTOR1A a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of(
In Use For Ov<
The Kind You Have Always Bought
plying, then took the pin from me j
and held it in her hand. Mabel's Wish.
"Elise," she said, slowly, "this little Small Mabel—Mamma, they sell
pin was given me by one I loved very cream at a creamery, don't they?
dearly, and whom I have lost." j Mannua—Yes, dear.
"By death?" Small Mabel—If I were lo buy some
"No, not death: there are worse tan at a tannery, mamma, do you think;
things -far worse." Uiey would throw in a few freckles?
I thought of Mary Anne, and won- |
dered if she would not Indorse this
sentiment.
"1 kept the little gold key," she
continued, touching it lovingly "It i
was the only thing I kept, but 1 could j
not give it up. And lie—but why
should I burden you with my trouble?
. it is ail past And over, and i never
j refer to it."
' "Some day," I hazarded, "you will
marty and be happy."
"I am happy now." she returned;
"or, rather. I make myself believe It.
But I shall not marry for I have but
one heart, and this is its key. 1
should like to see your button some
time when it. is convenient, for it was
OM:' liKOVIU Qt 1MM "
Hint 1, I.AXATIVK llltliM'i el'IMM! !.,„.li r,,i
•Im 'intuitlire of K \V. lilloVK. I •>«•<! th«* VN orhl
j >vcr l< ( 11 iv a Cold In i rw« l ay. -'uc.
One woman can be awfully fond of
another if they are a hundred miles
apart.
T.ewis' Single Binder straight 5c cigar.
\ladc of extra quality tobacco. V our
lcalcr or Lewis' Factory, I'curia, HI.
A sensible
when to lot
man is one who knows
o before taking bold.
a strange coincidence.
Bennett •"
"Well?"
"I was not looking ai
at his face. He is so lik
ly like—tile other."
(TO HE CONTINt'EI
for
his pin, but
so strange-
from this place—il gets 011 my nerves
—and give me something to drink, for
I was up all night, and have more
work ahead of me."
Their voices died away, and I sal for
some time longer meditating upon
what I had heard, and, if the truth
must be told, afraid to emerge from
the cellar while the..man was 011 the
premises. At last a sound in the
kitchen indicated that Mary Anne had
returned alone, so I went boldly up
the outside steps and around to the
kitchen door.
She sat 011 a chair near the table,
, ,, , , , ,, 1 ment, and came to meet
her apron thrown over her head, the , . ' ,
1 kiss of welcome.
I had been so excited that I quite
forgot my own ills, and longed for the
return of the girls, that. 1 might talk
the matter over with them. They could
not get home before six o'clock, how
ever, so I went out 011 the veranda to
wait for them and enjoy the salt
breeze.
To tn; surprise, I found Lady Edith
Campbell reclining in the hammock,
reading the morning paper. She
laughed as 1 exclaimed in astonish
with a
picture of despair, and I advanced
quietly and laid my hand upon her
shoulder, for my heart ached for the
poor soul.
"Mary Anne," I said, very gently,
"I was in the cellar just now, and
heard you talking."
She stared at me with widely dis-
tended eyes and trembling lips.
"Miss Elise!" she gasped. "You
here?"
"I didn't go with the others, because
my head ached. You have not been
honest with us, Mary Anne. We didn't
know you had a son."
She rested her head In her bauds
and burst Into tears.
"Oh, Miss Ellse," she sobbed, "don't
look at me that way—I'm un'appy
enough without that. Yes, miss, I 'ave
a son, and If you 'eard us talkin', you
know all about if. He took to drink,
"You did not expect me," she said,
"and I certainly did not expect to he
here, but I woke with such a wretched
headache tills morning I simply could
not go."
"Why, so did I."
"I know—Cabrielle told me. They
wanted to put it off again, but Wil-
frid had already gone, and I knew he
would be disappointed, so 1 persuaded
them to go. About noon my head got
better, and my room felt so close and
stuffy I longed for your cool breeze
and lovely view, so I managed ti:
dress and walk up here, thinking we
might compare symptoms. I rang, but
no one came, so I appropriated the
hammock, as my walk had used mo up
completely. I hope you don't mind
very much."
i hastened to assure bur 1 was de
RETORT WITH A STING IN IT.
Clergyman's Story of Repartee Be
tween Grande Dames.
Rev ('. W, Gordon of Winnipeg
startled tils brother clergymen ut a
recent convention by advocating the
saving of souls "right off the bat." lie
| said that souls worked upon slowly
! were apt "lo go bad 011 one's hands."
Afterwuid Mr. Gordon compared the
I honest and sincere ways of the fron-
tier with the false and venomous ways
of certain circles of society. He il-
luminated the comparison witli a dia-
logue.
"I overheard this dialogue," he said,
"at a reception that 1 once attended
In Washington. The speakers were
two grando dames—1 believe that is
the word- two powerful social lead-
ers, one from Philadelphia? the other
from Now York.
" 'Well.' said the first grande dame,
1 must be off. I've goi to go and see
i my mother.'
"The second put up her lorgnette
and drawled:
" 'Riallj all—vou don't mean to
say you've got a mother living?'
"The first grande dame laughed—a
high, thin laugh, with something biting,
like acid, in it.
"'Oh, yes,' she said; my mother Is
still alive—and she doesn't look a day
; older than you do, 1 assure you.' "
He Changed It.
It was a red-hot. day In July that
I the colonel was riding horseback
! along a highway and found a man
dead beside the road. He hurried on
! to the nearest house and found that
| the owner was one of the county
coroners. The man rallied four or live
neighbors and proceeded to view the
body, and they were not five minutes
in returning a verdict of sunstroke.
"But there was no medical examlna-
tl(M of the body," protested the
colonel.
"No, but you see work Is driving
with 113 and we can t spare the tlirfo
to fool around," answered the corouor.
"Hut 1 don't think he died of sun.
stroke."
"No? Then we'll change 1 lie verdict
to froze to death and let It go at
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The aele< lion of the leathera for each part of the alio#.
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looked after hr the beat ahxemalcera In thi ahoe industry
If I cnuld anow you how turefnlly W I. Douglas ahoea
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