The Calumet Chieftain. (Calumet, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, April 8, 1910 Page: 3 of 8
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Thomas Ar<lmoi>\ bo rod millionaire,
and Ilt-nry Maine (Jriswokl, professor in
the Vniwrsity of Virginia, tnke trains
out of Atlanta, Griswold to his college.
Ardmore in pursuit of a girl who had
winked at him. Mistaken for Gov. Os-
l orn of South Carolina, Griswold's lifo
is threatened. He goes to Columbia to
warn the governor ami moots Barbara
Osborne. Me remains to assist her in the
absence of her father. Ardmore learns
that his winking lady is the daughter ol
Gov. Dangerfteld of North Carolina, lb'
follows her to Italeigh, and on the way is
tfiven a brown jug at Kildare.
"Thank you, my lad. While I re-
gret missing your worthy father, yet
1 beg to present my compliments to
your kind and thoughtful mother."
He had transferred his money to his
dressing-gown pocket on leaving his
berth, and he now tossed a silver dol-
lar to the hoy. who caught it with a
yell of delight and scampered off into
Ardmore h!)d dropped the jugs care-
lessly into the vestibule, and he was
surveying them critically when the
train started. The wheels were be-
ginning to grind reluctantly when a
•cry down the track arrested his at-
tention. A man was flying after the
train, shouting at the top of his lungs.
He ran, caught hold of the rail and
"The gov'nor ain't on they! Gimme
back my jug."
"Indian-giver!" yelled Ardmore. lie
stooped down, picked up the first jug
that came to hand, and dropped it into
ihe man's outstretched arms.
The porter, having heard voices,
Tushed out upon Ardmore, who held
the remaining jug to the light, scru-
tinizing it carefully.
"Please put this away for me, por-
ter. It's a little g'ft from an old
Then Mr. Ardmore returned to his
berth, fully pleased with his adven-
tures, and slept until the porter gave
warning of Raleigh.
Duty and the Jug.
Mr Thomas Ardmore, one trunk,
two bags and a little brown jug reach-
ed the Guilford house, Raleigh, at
eight o'clock in the morning. Ardmore
bad never felt better in his life, he as-
sured himself, as he chose a room
•with care and intimated to the land-
lord his intention of remaining a week.
But for ill luck of having his baggage
marked he should have registered
himself falsely on the books of the
inn; but feeling that this was not
quite respectable he assured the land
lord, in response to the usual ques-
tion, that he was not Ardmore of New
York and Ardsley, but an entirely dif-
The Guilford house coffee was not
just what he was used to, but he was
In an amiable humor and enjoyed
hugely the conversation of the com-
mercial travelers with whom he took
his breakfast. He did not often es-
cape from himself or the burden of
his family reputation, and these
strangers were profoundly entertain-
ing. It had never occurred to Ard-
more that man could be so amiable
so early in the day and his own spirits
rallied as he passed the sugar, abused
the hot bread and nodded his approval
of bitter flings at the inns of other
southern towns of whose existence he
only \aguely knew.
"I wonder If the governor's back
yet?" asked one man.
"The morning paper says not, but
he's expected to-day,' replied the man
•with the newspaper.
"About the first thing he'll have to
do will be to face the question of ar-
resting Appleweight. I was in Co-
lumbia the other day and everybody
•was talking of the case. They say"—
and the speaker waited for the fullest
attention of his hearers—"they say
Osborne ain't none too anxious to
have Appleweight arrested on his side
of thp line."
"Why not?" demanded Ardmore.
"Well, you hear all kinds of things
It was oniy whispered down there, but
they say Osborne was a little too
thick with the Appleweight crowd be-
fore he was elected governor, lie
was their attorney, and they were a
bad lot for any man to be attorney
for But they haven't caught Apple-
"Where's he hiding; don't the au-
"Oh, he's up there in the hills on
the state line. His home is as much
on one side as the other, lie spends
a good deal of time in Kildare."
"Kildare?" asked Ardmore, startled
at the word
"Yes, It's the county seat, whnt
there is of it. I hope you never make
that town'" and the inquirer bent a
commiserating glance upon Ardmore.
"Well, they use jugs there, I know
that!" declared Ardmore; whereat
the table roared. The unanimity of
their applause warmed his heart,
though he did not know why they
"You handle crockery?" asked a
man from the end of the table. "Well,
I guess Dilwell county consumes a
few gross of jugs all right. But you'd
better be careful not to whisper jugs
too loud here. There's usually a
couple of revenue men around town."
They all went together to the office,
where they picked up their sample
cases and sallied fortli for a descent
upon the Raleigh merchants; and Ard-
more, thus reminded that he was in
the crockery business, and that he
had a sample in his room, sat down
under a tree on the sidewalk' at the
inn door to consider what he should
do with his little brown jug.
As Mr. Ardmore pondered duty and
the jug a tall man in shabby corduroy
halted near by and inspected him
"Good morning," said Ardmore
The man nodded, but did not speak.
As he rose, the man stood quickly
at his side, menacingly.
"Give me thet jug or I'll shoot y'u
right byeh in the street."
"No, you wouldn't do that, Old
Corduroy. 1 can see that you are kind
and good and you wouldn't shoot
down an unarmed man. Besides it
would muss up the street."
"Y'u took thet jug from my brother
by lyin' to 'im. He's telegraphed me
to git it, and I'm a-goin' to do it."
"Your brother sent you? It was
nice of him to ask you to call on me.
Why, I've known your brother inti-
mately for years."
"Knowed my brother?" and for the
first time the man really seemed to
doiibt himself. "Wheh did y'u know
"We roomed together at Harvard,
that's how 1 know him, if you force
me to it! We're both Hasty I'uddlng
men. Now if you try to bulldoze me
further, I'll slap your wrists. So
Ardmore entered the hotel deliber-
ately, climbed to his room and locked
l he door. Then he seized i he little brown
jug, drew the stopper and poured out
a tumblerful of clear white fluid. He
took a swallow and shuddered as the
fiery liquid seemed Instantly to cause
every part of his being to tingle, lie
wiped the tears from his eyes and
sat down. The corn-cob stopper had
fallen to the floor, and he picked it
up and examined it carefully. It had
been fitted tightly into the mouth of
the jug by the addition of a bit ol
calico, and he fingered it for a mo-
ment with a grin on his face.
He was about to replace it when,
to his astonishment, it broke in his
fingers, and out fell a carefully folded
slip of paper. He carried it to the
window and opened it, finding that it
was an ordinary telegraph blank on
I you will
shot dow i
this message half a
| carefully and put it
Taking half a slu
he wrote as follow
I Want Thet Jug Young Fella."
lie was examining Ardmore with a | which was written
pair of small, shrewd, gray eyes. In j characters these words
his hands he held a crumpled bit of ] The Appleweight
brown paper that looked like a tele-
"I got a telegram liyeh say y'u got a
jug thet y'u ain't no right t' last night
at Kildare. I want thet jug, young
"Now that's very unfortunate. Or
dlnarlly I should he delighted, but I
really couldn't give away my Kildare
jug. Now if it was one my other
jugs—even my Omaha jug, or my dear
old Louisville jug 1 shouldn't hesi-
tate a minute, but that old Kildare
jug! My dear man, you don't know
what you ask!"
"Y'll give me thet jug or it'll be the
worse for y'u. Y'u ain't in thet game,
young fella "
"Not in it! You don't know whom
you are addressing. I'm not only In
the game, hut I'm In to the iinisl.," de-
clared Ardmore, sitting upright in his
chair. "You've got the wrong idea,
my friend, if you think you can intim-
idate me. That jug was given me by
a friend, a very old and dear friend—
"A friend of yourn!"
d no\or done
of them arr
n your own t
rhomas Ardmore had read
ozen times with
n he folded It
ivay in his pock-
t of note paper
■ at l:u\-
■v.,'^ht and Ms
i tf n days thes.
haiiReii will i„. tn j ill
He studied the phraseology critical-
ly and then placi d the paper in the
cob stopper, whose halves ho tied to-
gether with a bit of twine. As the
jug stood on the taUe it was. to all
Indeed, he had turned p. corner and
entered upon a new and strange world
He ascended to trie toy-like legislative
chambers, where llags of nation and
state hung side by side, and where
the very seats and desks of the law-
makers spoke of other times and man-
Mr. Ardmore, feeling that he should
now be about his business, sought the
governor's office, where a secretary,
who seemed harassed by the cares of
his position, confirmed Ardmore's
knowledge of the governor's absence.
"I didiCt wish to see the governor
on business," explained Ardmore
pleasantly, leaning upon his stick with
an air of leisure. "He and my father
were old friends, and 1 always prom-
ised my father that I would never
pass through Raleigh without calling
on Gov. Dangerfleld."
"That is too bad," remarked the
young man sympathetically, though
with a preoccupation that was elo-
quent of large affairs.
"Could you tell me whether any
members of the governor's family are
"till, yes; Mrs. Dangerfleld and Miss
Jerry are at the mansion."
"Miss Geraidine. We all call her
Miss Jerry in North Carolina."
"Oh, yes; to be sure. Let me see;
it's over this way to the mansion, isn't
it?" inquired Ardmore.
"No; out the other end of the build-
ing—and turn to your right. You
can't miss it."
The room was quiet, the secretary
a young man of address and intelli-
gence. Here, without question, was
tlii' place for Ardmore to discharge his
business and be quit of it; but having
at last snatched a commission from
fleeting opportunity it was not for
him to throw it to another man. As
he opened the door to leave, the sec-
retary arrested him.
"Oh, Mr.—pardon me, but did you
come in from the south this morn I
"Yes; I came up on the Tar Heel
express from Atlanta."
"To be sure. Of course you didn't
sit up all night? There's some trou-
ble brewing around Kildare I thought |
you might have heard something, hut j
of course you couldn't have been I
awake at two o'clock in the morning?" [
The secretary was so anxious to !
ae ii. I him of any knowledge of the
situation at Kildare that it seemed
kindest to tell him nothing The sec-
retary's face lost its anxiety for a mo-
ment, and he smiled.
"The governor lias an old friend
and admirer up there who always puts j
a jug of fresh buttermilk oil board
when he passes through. The govern- j
or was expected home this morning, :
and 1 thought maybe—"
"You're positive it's always butter-
milk, are you?" asked Ardmore with f
"Certainly." replied the secretary
with dignity. "Gov. Dangerfleld's
sentiments as to the liquor traffic are
"Of course, all the world knows
that. But I'm afraid all jugs look alike
to me; but then, the fact is I'm in the
jug business myself. Good morning."
The governor's mansion was easily
found, and having walked about the
in igliborhood until his watch marked
11 Ardmore entered the grounds and
rang the beil at the front door.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A severe looking woman moved up
to the window at the Citizen Savings
j & Trust Company with a small check
i to be cashed The teller said she'd
have to be identified and she suggest-
ed that he call up the man who had
j drawn the check and have him do-
! scribe her.
j The teller decided ti
chance, and called the
j 'phone at his elbow.
"Oh, it's probably all right," came
die word over the 'phone. "Walt, I'll
1 describe her for you and you can see
i if It's the same woman She had on a
faded brown dress and paints just a
i little bit, has a sharp nose and spec-
tacles, and is about as pretty as Ker-
inlt Roosevelt. Oil, yet,, and she wore
a big brooch with a shower of Imita-
tion stones in It."
The tiller looked the woman over
and cashed tho check. Shu hadn't
heard the other end of Ills telephone
convention and went her way smil-
ing—Cleveland Blain Dealer
IN HOSPITAL FOR NINE MONTHS.
Awful Tale of Suffering From Kidney
Alfred ,T. O'Bri n, Second St., Ster-
ling, Colo., says; "1 was in the Balti-
more Marine Hos-
pital for nine
months. I had a
dull pain in the
small of my back
t h a t completely
wore me out. The
urine was in a ter-
rible state, and
some days 1 would
pass half a gallou
of blood. I left
the hospital because they wanted to
operate on me. 1 went to St. Joseph's
Hospital at Omaha and put in tlireo
months there without any gain. I was
pretty well discouraged when I was
advised to use Doan's Kidney Bills. I
did so and by the time I bad taken
one box, the pain in the back left me.
I kept right on and a perfect cure
was the result."
Remember the name—Doan's.
For sale by all dealers. BO cents a
box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo., N. Y.
A Call for Cough Drops.
I I ell you I must have some
motley," roared lite king of Maritania,
who was in sore linancial straits.
"Somebody will have to cough up."
Alas' sighed the guardian of tho
treasury, who was formerly the court
jester, "all our coffers are empty."—
ble Compound Cured iJcr
Knoxville, Iowa. — "T suffered with
pains low down in my light side l'or a
year or more anil was so weak and ner-
vous that I could not do my work. I
wrote to Mrs. 1'ink-
ham and took Lydia
!•:. l'inktiam's Vege-
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am glad to say that
your medicines and
kind letters of di-
rections have done
more for me than
anything else and L
had the best physi-
cians here. I can
do my work and rest
veil it night. I believe there is noth-
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Mrs. Ci.AfiA rrtANKrf, Ii. 1°. D., Ko. 3,
The success of Lydia I'. Pinkliam's
Vegetable Compound, made from roots
anil herbs, is unparalleled, it may bo
used with perfect confidence by women
who suffer from displacements, inflam-
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bearing-down feeling, flatulency, indi-
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For thirty years Lydia E. 1'inkham's
Vegetable Compound has been the
standard remedy for female ills, and
suffering women owe it to themselves
to at least give (his medicine, a trial
l'roof is abundant that it has cured
thousan Is of others, and why should it
not curt you V
If you want special advice writ©
Ulrsil'itililiam, I. vmi, Mass.,for it.
It is ireo and. alv. ays helpful.
!• 'tilth offl-
rear of ti
s. < \ac
Ing for a lost
a passing bio
of purple with g
up tho street to
posing amid nohl
11 A nl me
The keen little gray eyes
"One of the b
in this world,"
showi <1 feeling,
side by side through th
ties of our civil war. I
st friends 1 f
lie and I eVarg
rill cle erfu
give you my watch, or money In any
sum, but the jug- I w ill part with my
life first! And now, ' concluded Ard-
more, "while 1 should be glad to con-
tinue this conversation, my duties tall
as It had
\rdmore on the
Kildare, and he
pleased with him
blue scarf with ,
the day for one j
1 ars, and walki d
'ifice, meekly ro-
es, struck agn >
fancy. Here was
■J in quit t dig
its years like a
wn war and tu
i tranquillity and
i d a feeling of
aowing it, as be
limbed the steps i To Heights Sublime.
ni-J to look back i if making two bS'd< of gri
the pillars. H" ! where but one grew before is
before' visited ai: accomplishment, what pro,;
ildlng—the New : will fitly name th" mantle
| Yolk city hall—and he I«lt that now, , ol reforesting a nation?
to the pi
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Ij have many symptoms, such
hidebound, loss of appetite,
cough, colic, indigestion, etc. A
STOCK G POULTRY
liberates their livers and
drives out the cause of all
these troubles. Costs less
than one cent a day to keep
your horse in prime
Ask your dca,
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