The Calumet Chieftain. (Calumet, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 17, Ed. 1 Friday, November 20, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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The Governor's
T 1 /4tt Novelization of
A-^3^0y Alicc Bradley's Play
<By> GERTRUDE STEVENSON
Illustrations from Photographs of the Stage Production
Oopyrlgbt, 1S1& iPublication lilgliis Koserred) by l>avLd JieLoaoo.
8YNOPSIS.
Daniel Blade, suddenly advances from a
penniless miner to a millionaire. He Is
ambitious to become governor of the
state. His simple, home-loving wife falls
to rise to the new conditions. Blade meets
Katherlne. daughter of Senator Strick-
land, and sees In her all that Mary Is
n°t. 'He separates from his wife and takes
rooms at his club. Editor Merritt, who
has been attacking Blade, is won over to
the latter's support because he cannot
otherwise supply the money demanded for
a European trip for Mrs. Merritt. Kath-
arine agrees to marry Slade when he Is
free. Bob Hayes, In love with Katherlne,
has a stormy session with her over her
affair with Slade. Mary, anxious to make
It up with Slade, appears at Strickland's
house during a political conference.
Slade Informs her that separation is final.
Mary declares that she will fight a di-
vorce. She returns to the little cottage
where they started out In married life.
CHAPTER IX—Continued.
ConBcious of the song, Mary remem-
bered the lamb stew that she had left
cooking on the kitchen fire. Dan had
always loved lamb stew; that Is, her
lamb stew. She remembered how
heartily he always ate of It, how he
never failed to pass his plate for a
second "helpinig," and how he used
to look up at her and say:
"This is lapping good. Mary. 1
think I will have a bit more."
Just as if he needed any urging!
Mary found her thoughts growing
very tender when she suddenly re-
membered that tonight she must sit
down alone at the table, that instead
of two she would only serve one plate-
ful of that stew. Her heart contracted
with a pathetic, futile longing for
things as "they used to be," and grew
bitter as she remembered conditions
as they were. The sat with her face
pillowed on her arms, so absorbed in
her unhappy reflections that she didn't
hear the door open, didn't hear a step
until someone leaned over and kissed
her tenderly on the faded cheek that
Dan used to pat so lovingly and declare
was lovelier than their garden roses.
"Oh, Rob!" Mary exclaimed, start-
ing up in glad surprise. "I didn't hear
you drive up."
"I didn't," Bob laughed, good-
naturedly. "My car is stranded two
blocks back," and he threw his linen
duster on the eofa as Mary hastened
in her fond little way to take his hand
and hover about him.
"It's strange how near town this
place seems to be," Bob rattled on.
"When we lived here before it was
Bob Hayes.
clear out in the country, but with
a motor car It's right next door to
town."
"Well, aunty," and he stretched
himself out in an easy chair, "I sup-
pose it's like heaven to you to get
back here to the old home you lived
In so many years?"
"Yes," Mary agreed, rather Indiffer-
ently.
"Any of the old neighbors left, I'd
like to see them—some of 'em."
"I never noticed before how many
questions old neighbors could ask,
Rob," Mary sighed, as she recounted
the curious visits of her old friends,
who had inquired anxiously and re-
peatedly for Mr. Slade, how he was
getting on, and when he would be
down, and a dozen other questions in
the phraseology of people who, as old
friends, take the liberty of coming as
near as possible to demanding that
you unburden your soul to them on
the spot. "You'll kind of have to
dodge 'em, Bob. I don't know when
I've lied so. What do you think of
a man who forces a woman to lie?"
"Well," Hayes hated the old subject,
hated the thought of Mary dwelling
continually on her unhappiness.
"Didn't they know about Slade?" and
he began to toy with the spools of
thread that Mary had been using for
the inevitable sewing that had bo an-
noyed her husband.
"Either they don't know or they
want to find out more than they al-
ready know," Mary answered, wearily.
"So I sit here lying and lying."
"You intend to stick it out and stay
here?"
"Yes," Mary answered with a quiet
determination.
"Well, he can't call this desertion,"
Hayes went on. "You own this house
together. It's your home as well as
his."
"YeB," agreed Mary, "but it's awful
fighting my husband. What's the mat-
ter with you, Bob? You used to tell
me a lot about Miss Strickland, and
lately you—have you had any trouble?"
she asked, kindly, forgetting her own
sorrow at the thought of the possible
unhappiness of this young man whom
she loved as tenderly as if he had been
her own son.
"Don't let us talk about her," Bob
objected.
"All right, Robert." Mary attempted
to be cheery as she saw how abstract-
ed and dejected Bob was. "Dinner
will be ready in a minute and you
can sit right down."
"I won't give in to him!" she de-
clared as she put on an extra plate
and knife and fork. "I'll never give
him that divorce."
"Don't you ever think of anything
else?" Hayes questioned, soberly.
"No; it's no use, Robert; 1 get hot
and cold hating my husband when I
think how he is treating me. I know
it's wrong, but I do! Sometimes when
I wake up suddenly in the night and
see the old room and remember that
he's living at his club and enjoying
life and me here miserable, I just
get sick hating him."
"Now, auntie"—Hayes was anxious
to divert her attention—"I wouldn't
think of that. You have the best of
him. You've got him beaten. I have
a good lawyer for you, and he'll be out
to see you today. You know I'd take
the case myself, but it wouldn't be pro-
fessional. You've positively made up
your mind to fight the divorce to a
finish?"
"Tooth and nai:!" Mary's answer
came through set teeth.
"Then you've got him. He can't
fight a woman in the courts in his
position, with his nomination before
him."
"I've got him, have I?' Mary was
all eagerness now.
"You're sure of It? Was he very
mad about my coming here? Has my
lawyer seen his lawyer?"
Hayes answered the last of her many
questions first. "They met today."
"Did you get me two lawyers, Rob?"
"Yes, I got two. I got a whole
firm."
"Do you think I need another—so's
to be sure?"
Hayes laughed.
"You have all you need, auntie."
"Thank God, I got the telephone In
so they can call me up." Mary was
almost feverish in her excitement. "I
couldn't go on the witness stand. He
doesn't know that, though. Any signs
of Dan going back to the house, now
I'm out of it?"
The bell that never hesitates to In-
terrupt at any moment rang insist-
ently. Mary jumped about in her ex-
citement and finally took down the
receiver. She dropped it as hastily
and backed away.
"You'd better answer it, Rob."
"It's Slade," Bob declared, holding
his hand over the transmitter. "He
wants to talk to you."
"No, siree!" Mary was vehement.
"Cut him oft! I aint going to talk to
him. I've got two lawyers. Tell him
to have his lawyer talk to mine. My
heart's so hard against him—I couldn't
listen to the sound of my own voice,"
and she sank weakly into a chair as
Hayes continued to converse with
Slade. "No, Bhe says not," he was
saying. "No, I am not out here wind-
ing her up or advising her," and he
banged up the receiver.
"What'd he say?" Mary was wring-
ing her hands in her uncontrollable ex-
citement.
"Oh, he Just called me a skunk and
cut off," answered Hayes, as he non-
chalantly lighted a cigarette. He paced
up and down the room for a moment
and then turned on her:
"God! I'd like to haul him through
every court In the country. The scoun-
drel!"
"I don't like to hear you talk like
that about him, Rob," Mary remon-
strated. "He'b been a pretty good
friend to you."
"Well, perhaps." Hayes tried to
calm herself for her sake. "He's all
right, I suppose."
"I dunno that he is." Mary's mood
was variable. "When I think of that
divorce—"
"Slade's coming down here today,
aunty. He declares you're here under
his very eyes, and he's determined
that you shall go away, and desert
him and give him the opportunity to
divorce you. He says the whole coun-
try will know of the trouble unless
you go away. That's what he said
over the phone."
"Well, I'll stay right here. I can't
get over It, Rob," and her voice quiv-
ered In spite of herself. "I can't get
over the suddenness of it; his want-
ing that divorce happened just like
that," and she snapped her fingers to
illustrate her meaning. "Before that
he never thought of it. It's curious,"
she paused, thoughtfully; "do you
know that sometimes when I get to
thinking about it—I—something comeB
over me, an idea that—shut that out-
side door, Rob," she commanded be-
fore she would continue. "I wonder
if there Isn't—I declare I'm ashamed
to say it—but I wonder If it could be
possible that there's—some woman,"
she finally managed to get the word
out.
"Auntie!" It was not necessary for
Hayes to feign surprise, for, although
he knew the situation, he had been
confident that such a thought had
never entered Mary Slade's pure-mjnd-
ed thoughts.
The pent-up emotion of days broke,
and Mary sank sobbing Into a chair,
burying her face in her hands. With
the expression of the thought that
heretofore she had never admitted
even to herself, her self-control van-
ished and she cried out desperately :
"Well, what do you think he wanted
that divorce for so suddenly?"
"People usually do get divorced
when they can't get on, don't they?"
Hayes was willing to lie to shield her
from the knowledge that he knew
would be the bitterest part of all the
wormwood that she had already tasted.
"Sometimes I wonder," Mary con-
tinued, reflectively, "sometimes I'm
almost positive that—No! Slade Isn't
that sort of a man. My husband lffn't
that sort of a man, Rob."
"No, of course he isn't,"
"You didn't know what I was going
to say," she objected.
"Yes, I did. About women."
"He never noticed any other wom-
an," Bhe told herself positively.
"No," Hayes agreed.
"You haven't beard of anything like
that, have you?" she questioned.
"No, no, I haven't." Hayes was find-
ing the cross-examination extremely
trying, convinced as he was that Mary
must be saved from the knowledge of
Katherlne at any cost. "If there were
anything, you'd hear It. Don't worry."
"Robert," and she looked at him In-
tently. "Would you tell me If—"
"No. I would not!" asserted Hayes
vigorously. "Haven't you got enough
trouble now?"
"But, Robert, you are my friend,
aren't you? You ought to—"
He was saved from any further
questions along that unwelcome line
by the sound of the doorbell and a
moment later Merritt opened the door
without ceremony.
"Well!" Hayes was far from cor-
dial.
"I beg your pardon for entering so
abruptly." Merritt was the same old
talkative, Buave, good-fellow, I'm-your-
frlend-Merritt, "but I was bound to see
Mrs. Slad«. I'm for the Slade family—
but I'm for all the Slade family, bo I
hope you won't make a stranger of
me."
Mary was politely Indifferent and
Haye« with back turned, was tapping
his foot uneasily on the floor. Alto-
gether not the warmest welcome a
man ever received.
"This man is likely to publish any-
thing you may say, auntie," Hayes
warned over his shoulder.
"Oh, come now, Hayes," objected
Merritt, "I'm here on a perfectly
friendly visit. I well remember this
little place," and he looked about. "1
stopped here some years ugo and Mr.
Slade brought us a drink of water.
Slade waB In hiB shirtsleeves, I re-
member. Big man, Slade!" and he
eyed Mrs. Slade inquiringly. "Big
man!" he exclaimed again as Mary
remained silent, her features giving
no clew to her feelings.
"Well, my wife has gone ofT to Eu-
rope on a long-extended tour." Mer-
ritt was determined to make conversa-
tion if he had to do It alone. "I'm
quite alone. In fact, we're in the anme
boat—alone."
"I'm not," Hayes burst forth.
"Thank God, I've got my troubles, but
WESTERN CANADA'S
STRONG POSITION
"You Are Going to Oppose the Di-
vorce?"
I'm not married, so I'm not quite
alone."
Merritt laughed good-naturedly, glad
at any kind of response.
"Pardon me, Hayes," he cleared his
throat nervously. "I'd like to talk with
Mrs. Slade."
"Oh, all right," and with his hand*
thrust into his pockets, Hayes strolled
leisurely Into the kitchen.
"My dear little woman," Merritt be-
gan In his most engaging manner, as
soon as Hayes had left the room. "You
have my deepest sympathy and most
profound respect. Your position Is
touching, If you'll excuse me for say-
ing It. I can see your side of it, too.
Now the point is this: A week ago
when you called at the senator's house,
Slade had Just said you were going
East to live permanently. I must say
very few women—very few—would do
as much for a man. For Instance, Mrs.
Merritt, I know, wouldn't. I needn't
tell you that the whole community will
admire you for your reserved dignity—
If you go, Mrs. Slade."
"I'm not going," Mary's voice was
ominously quiet.
"You're going to oppose the di-
vorce?"
"Yes," came the soft answer.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
mm.
IN THE FLAMES OF THE PYRE
Disposal of Brahmin Dead a Matter of
Infinite Pathos to the Relatives
Who Watch Rites-
Even as we came opposite, the bear-
ers lifted one of them, all cool and
dripping, from the river, and laid
It, the slim, small figure, so quietly,
so content, on a half-built pyre
Brushwood and fagotB were built over
It, and at head and foot and sides
the fire was applied. A Brahman di
rected the rites, and once, as the
flames mounted and aspired, the
brother, who was watching, clutched
at his heart as there appeared for a
moment, at the top of the pyre, a
girl's face, with closed eyes, and
mouth that seemed to smile; then the
radiant veil of flame shrouded it again
The smoke rose In gray whorls and
streameis against the stainless and
tender blue of the sky, and still the
brother watched, quiet again and com-
posed; he had given only that one
sign to show that he loved her whose
ashes now lay among the charred
and smouldering logs. Or rather it
was only for the moment that, think-
ing of days of childhood and dawns
by the riverside, he forgot that It was
not she who had been consumed In
the flames of the pyre. Then be re-
membered again, and looking up from
the pyre to the dazzling river, he saw
there on our boat his friend, the Brah-
man, and smiled to him.—From "The
Heart of India," by C. F. Benson, Id
the Century.
Our National Capitals.
The capital of the United State#
has been located at different times
at the following places: At Phila-
delphia, from September 5, 1774, to
December, 1776; at Baltimore, Decem-
ber 20, 1776, to March, 1777; Phila-
delphia, March 4, 1777, to September,
1777; Lancaster, Pa., September 27,
1777, to September 30, 1777; York Pa,
September 30, 1777, to July, 1778;
Philadelphia, July 2, 1778, to June 30,
1783; Princeton, N. J., June 30, 1783,
to November 20, 1783; AnnapoliB, Md.,
November 26, 1783, to November 30,
1784; Trenton, N. J., from November
23, 1784, to January. 1785; New York,
January 11, 1780, to 1790.
Then the seat Of government was
removed to Philadelphia, where It re-
mained until 1800, since which time
It has been In Washington.
"THE WHEAT GRANARY OF THE
WORLD," A WELL AP-
PLIED TERM.
Western Canada occupies a stronger
position today than It ever has occu-
pied. Taking one year with another,
the efficiency of its lands to produce
haB been well proved. It has not been
said of it that year In and year out
there were bumper and bounteous
crops. If such a condition existed It
would be phenomenal In the history
of any country. With an extensive
territory producing grain, hogs, cattle
and sheep, of some 800 miles wide and
1,000 miles long, it is easy to con-
ceive of a wide variation in tempera-
ture and climate; there Is variation In
rainfall and snowfall; every Bectlon Is
not the best In the district—some are
better than others and some worse,
but as a general thing, the great per-
centage is "better." This past year
has shown that some portions are not
altogether Immune from periods of
drought. The same may be said of ad-
joining states to the south. But this
year has also shown that in the
greater portion of Western Canada
drought does not appear, but even In
the drought-stricken area of this year,
past years have shown that the soil
produces wonderfully well and even
this year, with modern methods,
known as "dry-farming," good crops
were harvested. The large number
of Americans who during the past six-
teen years have been attracted to
Canada have not gone simply because
of the advertising of that country, but
j because their friends and their old-
time neighbors have done well there,
and with careful and judicious farm-
ing almost everyone has done well.
As a result of the great Influx of
Immigration the open or prairie home-
steading area is being rapidly taken
up. The fact that this is so is evl-
j dence that Western Canada lands are
j productive, and on these open plains
today are to be seen the homes of
successful farmers from almost every
state in the Union. They have earned
their patents and now own outright
their 160 acres of land, together prob-
ably with an adjoining 160 acres,
which they have purchased or pre-
empted, ail of which is worth from
$25 to $30 per acre. They originally
started by growing grains altogether,
but they found *hoJ they could secure
a better price for much of their grain
| by feeding it to hogs and cattle, and
the most successful ones are those
who have followed this course.
But to meet the wants of the new-
| comer a new homestead area haB been
J opened up, known as the "park coun-
j try." In this park country are to be
I found beautiful groves of poplar and
| willow, small lakes and streams, with
j sufficient open area to enable one to
go Into Immediate cultivation of crop,
and in due time when they wish more
land to be put under cultivation, they
may at small cost cut down some of
the groves, which In the meantime
have been valuable In providing fuel
and In giving shelter to cattle.
Notwithstanding the high character
of the open prairie lands and the fact
that farmers there have realized In a
splendid way, there Is the opinion
backed up by a lot of experience that
this parklike country contains soil
even better than that of the open area
referred to.
The opportunities, therefore, for
money making are as great today as
they ever were. The opportunlt'es for
carrying on farming successfully ar
fully as great as they ever were. Of
this park area we have an Immense
quantity of land yet to be settled. It
Is true that the railroads have not yet
penetrated these districts to the extent
that they have the open area, but this
will come and as settlements advance,
so will railroads build. For the pres-
ent there Is a temporary lull in rail-
road building, but It Is always the
case that where there Is a demand
there will come a supply, and It will
not be long before the park country
will be penetrated by railroads that
will give sufficient accommodation for
C11 needs, but to those who prefer It
there are lots of opportunities for pur-
chasing land nearer towns and vil-
lages and at low prices and on easy
terms.
Whether one cares to purchase or
homestead It can better be done by
paying a visit to the country and It
will repay you to spend some little
time visiting the different districts —
Advertisement.
Sufficient.
The discontinuance of the custom of
embracing and kiBslng among royal
cousins suggests that the plain Ameri-
can handshake Is a sufficient saluta-
tion for all the purposes of courtesy.—
Washington Star.
Function of Judges.
Judges ought to remember that their
office is to Interpret law, and not to
make law.—Bacon.
Hopelessly Out of Date.
Wife—Any fashions In that paper.
Jack?
Jack—Yes; but they're no use to
you, dear. It's yesterday's paper.—
The Music Tra(**
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