The Calumet Chieftain. (Calumet, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 44, Ed. 1 Friday, May 28, 1915 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER IV. i
In other words, we had departed the
scene of festivities none too soon. I
could readily understand why the door
had been locked; it was not to keep
us in the cellars; rather it was to
prevent any one from leaving the
ball room by that route. Evidently
our absence had not been noticed,
nor had any seen our precipitate
flight. I sighed gratefully.
For several minutes we stood silent
and motionless on the landing. At
length I boldly struck a match. The
flrst thing that greeted my blinded
gaze was the welcome vision of a lit-
tle shelf lined with steward's candles.
One of these I lighted, and two others
I stuffed into the pocket of my Ca-
puchin's gown. Then we tiptoed
softly down the stairs, the girl tug-
ging fearfully at my sleeve.
There was an earthly smell. It was
damp and cold. Miles and milej away
(so It seemed) the pale moonshine
filtered through a cobwebbed window.
It was ghostly; but so far as 1 was
concerned, I was honestly enjoying
myself, strange as this statement may
seem. Here was 1, setting forth upon
an adventure with the handsomest,
wittiest girl I had ever laid eyes upon.
If I extricated her neatly, she would
always be in my debt; and the thought
of this was mighty pleasant to con-
template.
"Do you know the way out?"
I confessed that, so far as I knew,
we were in one' of the fabled labyrinths
of mythology.
"Go ahead," she said bravely.
"I ask only to die in your highness'
service,"—soberly.
"But I do not want you to die; I
want you to get me out of this cellar;
and quickly, too."
"I'll live or die in the attempt!
"I see nothing funny in our predic-
ament,"—icily.
"A few moments ago you said that
our angles of vision were not the
same; I begin to believe it. As for
me, I think it's simply immense to
find myself in the same boat with
you."
"I wish you had been an anarchist,
or a performer in a dime museum.
"You might now be alone here. But
pardon me; surely you do not lack the
full allotment of the adventurous
spirit!- It was all amusing enough to
come here under false pretenses.
"But I had not reckoned on any
one's losing jewels."
"No more had I."
"Proceed. I have the courage to
trust to your guidance."
"I would that it might be al
ways!"—with a burst of sentiment
that was not wholly feigned.
"Let us go on,"—impatiently. "I
shall not only catch my death of
cold, but I shall he horribly compr>
mised."
"My dear young lady, on the word
of a gentteman, I will do the best I
can to get you out of this cellar. If
I have jested a little, it was only in
the effort to give you courage; for I
haven't the slightest idea how we are
going to gat out of this dismal hole."
We went on. We couldn't see half
a dozen feet in front of us. The gloom
a bin of them over there. Where the
deuce are we?"
"If you swear, I shall certainly
scream!" she warned.
"But I can swear in the most ele-
gant and approved fashion."
"I am not inclined to have you
demonstrate your talents."
"Aha! Here is the coal-bin. Per-
haps the window may be open. If so,
we are saved. Will you hold the can-
dle for a moment?"
Have you ever witnessed a cat
footing it across the snow? If you
have, picture me imitating her. Cau-
tiously I took one step, then another;
and then that mountain of coal turned
'Not at all, not at all. But wouldn't j
It be wise to save a little laughter
to make merry with when we get
out?"
1 stepped out of the bin and re-
lieved her of the candle; and we
went on.
"You did look funny," she said.
"Please don't!" I begged.
Soon we came to a bin of cab-
bages. I peered in philosophically.
"I might find a better head in
there than mine," I suggested.
"Now you are trying to be sarcas-
tic," said the girl.
We went on.
"Wait a moment!" she criwd.
"Here's a bin of nice apples."
Apples! Well, my word, she
was a cool one! I picked up one.
polished it on my sleeve, and gave it
to her.
"I'm hungry," she said, apologet-
ically:
"And plucky, too," I supplemented,
admiringly. "Most women would be
in a weeping state by this time."
"Perhaps I am waiting till it is
all over."
"You had better take off your mask."
In fact I felt positive that the sight of
her exquisite face would act like a
tonic upon my nerves.
t
"Won't you have another apple?" I
asked Impulsively.
"My appetite is appeased, thank
you."
An idea ctffne to me. "Hamilton
said there were three tens of hearts.
That meant that only one was out of
order. Where did you get your card?"
"That 1 shall tell you—later."
"But are you really an impostor?"
"I should not be in this cellar else."
"You are very mystifying."
"For the present I prefer to remain
so."
We tossed aside the apple cores,
rose, and went on. It was the longest
celler I ever saw. There seemed ab-
solutely no end to it. The wine cellar
was walled apart from the main cel-
lar, and had the semblance of a huge
cistern with a door opening into it
As we passed it, the vague perfume
of the grape drifted out to us.
"Let's have a bottle," I began.
"Mr. Cornstalk!"
"By absent-treatment!" I hastened
to add.
"You will make a capital comrade—
if we ever get out of this cellar."
"Trust me for that!" I replied gaily.
"Be careful; there's a pile of empty
bottles, yearning to be filled with
tomato catsup. Give me your hand."
But the moment the little digits
closed over mine, a thrill seized me,
and I quickly bent my head and kissed
the hand. It was wrong, but I could
not help it. She never spoke no.f
withdrew her hand; and my fear that
she might really be offended vanished.
"We are nearly out of it," I said ex-
ultantly. "I see the cellar stairs ou
ahead. If only those doors are open!"
"Heaven is merciful to the fool, an i
we are a pair," she replied, sighing
gratefully. "It seems strange that no-
body should be in the cellar on a night
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SUFFERED AWFULLY
NOW QUITE WELL
DOay BI1UU1U UW IU lUO vru " —b""
like this. Hark! They are playing A Lady's Suffering Was So Intense,
again up stairs in the ball room.' j cl U7 II kl_
"And wondering a whole lot where ih&t At limes, ouC WES Unable
that third ten of hearts has gone." j Straiahten Her Bodv
"But, listen. How are we to get 10 Otraignien ner DOUy.
back to the trolley? We certainly
can not walk the distance in thesa
clothes."
"Oh, that carryall will come to our
rescue. We are weary and are leav-
ing early, don't you know. That part
is simple; the complicated thing is to
shake the dust of this cellar."
"What a big furnace!" she ex-
claimed, as we came into view of the
huge heating apparatus. "And there's
more coal."
A man stepped out from behind the
furnace and confronted us. A red
bandana covered the lower part of his
face asd his hat was pulled down over
his eyes. But 1 recognized him in-
stantly. It was the fellow with the
villainous pipe! Something glittered
ominously at the end of his out-
stretched arm.
"If you make any noise, sir, I'll
have to plug you, sir," he said in
polite but muffled fones.
The candle slipped from my fingers,
and the three of us stood in darkness!
Calmly Munching the Apples.
into a roaring treadmill. SsBsshi
Krrrr! In a moment 1 was buried to
the knees and nearly suffocated. I
became angry. I would reach that
window—
"Hush! Hush! The noise, the
noise!" whispered the girl, waving
the candle frantically.
But I was determined. Again I tried.
This time I slipped and fell on my
hands. As I strove to get up, the
cord on my gown became tangled
about my feet. The girl choked;
whether with coal dust or with laugh-
ter I could not say, as she still had
on her cambric mask.
"Forgive me," she said. And then
I knew it was not the coal dust.
"I'll forgive you, but I will not
promise to forget."
"Merciful heavens! you must
not try that again. Think of the
noise!"
"Was I making any noise?"—rub-
bing the perspiration from my fore-
head. (I had taken off my mask.)
"Noise? The trump of Judgment
Day will be feeble compared to it
Surely some one has heard you.
Why not lay that board on top of the
coal?"
A good idea. I made use of it at
once. The window was unlatched,
but there was a heavy wire-screen
—nailed to the sills outside. There
■was no getting out that way. The
1,'ods were evidently busy else-
where.
"Nothing doing," I murmured, a bit
discouraged.
"And even if there was, you really
could not expect me to risk my
neck and dignity by climbing through
a window like that. Let us give
"I am doing very well with It on. I
can at least keep my face clean." She
raised the curtain and took a liberal
bite of the apple—so nonchalantly
that I was forced to smile.
"Here's a box," said I; "lets sit
down while we eat. We are safe
enough. If any one had heard the
racket in the coal bin, the cellar
would have been full of police by this
time."
And there we sat, calmly munching
the apples, for all the world as if the
iron hand of the law wasn't within a
thousand miles of us. It was all very
amusing.
"Are—are you the man they are
hunting for?" she asked abruptly.
"I never stole anything more terri-
ble than green apples—and ripe ones"
—with a nod toward the apple bin.
"Pardon me! I feel very guilty in
asking you such a question. You
haven't told me your name."
"Haven't I? My name is Richard
Cornstalk. My friends call me Dicky."
"Dicky," she murmured. "It's a
nice name."
CHAPTER V.
There was a clicking sound, and
the glare of a dark-lantern struck my
blinking eyes.
"Pick up the candle, sir," said the
tranquil voice from behind the light.
I obeyed readily enough. Fate was
downright cruel to us. Not a dozen
feet away was liberty; and now we
were back at the beginning again,
with the end nowhere in sight.
"Shall I light it. sir?" I asked, not
to be outdone in the matter of formal
politeness.
"Yes, sir, doubtless you will need It."
I struck a match and touched the
candlestick.
"Burglar?" said I. (For all my ap-
parent coolness, my heartbeats were
away up in the eighties!)
The girl Bnuggled close to my side.
I could feel her heart beating even
faster than mine.
"Burglar?" I repeated.
"Indeed, no, sir," — reproachfully.
"Mine is a political job."
"A political job?" thunderstruck.
"Yes, sir; I am an inspector of cel-
lars,"—grimly. "I couldn't get around
to this here cellar earlier in the day,
sir, and a fellow's work must be done."
To be Continued.
Walnut, N. C—'"About 12 years
ago," says Mrs. S. W. McClure, ot
Walnut, "I began to fall In health, get'
ting worse all the time. I wasn't able
to do my work, suffering awfully at
times with pains in Bides, especially
the right side, and none of the time
was I well.
Sometimes I could not straighten
ap my body for the intense suffering.
I suffered more or less all the time,
and was irregular.
As Cardul had helped others, I
started trying it. I bought six bot-
tles, and after using two or three bot-
tles, I commenced improving, getting
better all the time, until I was entirely
well.
I became strong and healthy, gained
Besh, weighing 120, being Just a
shadow when I comrnence'd taking
Cardul. My work Is a pleasure, and I
teel like doing my work since, for the
sure was permanent, and I have been
well nnd strong ever since.
Cardul is a fine medicine for suffer-
ing women, and I recommend it to all
my friends who have womanly
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Thousands of women have written
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The Very Thing-
Critic—That moving landscape plo-
ture needs a dash of color.
Friend—Then why not put In a red
motor car?
&
GOLD LOST IN SHIPMENT
"Proceed. I Have the Courage to
Trust to Your Guidance."
beyond the dozen feet was Stygian
and menacing. And the greaj grim
■hadows that crept behind us as we
proceeded! Once the girl stumbled
and fell against me.
"What's the matter?" I asked, start-
led.
-that
"I stepped on something that
moved! "—plaintively.
"Possibly it was a potato; tber«*
Why Bankers Prefer to 8end Precious
Metal in Bars.
"When the banks ship gold across
the Atlnatic," said a banker, "they
prefer to ship it in bars rather than
tin the idea of windows, and seek
the cellar doors, those that give to i in coin. It loses^ less that way
the grounds. I declare I shall leave I "It loses less9
by no other exit."
"It was very kind of you to
let me make an ass of myself like
that. Why didn't you tell me be-
forehand?"
"Perhaps it's the angle of vision
again. I can see that we shall never
agree. Seriously, I thought that If
you got out that way, yx>u might find
weather they can't lose more than
|150, whereas In like conditions gold
coins have been known to lose $300.
"As gold shipments of $10,000,000
often occur, to make these shipments
in gold bars instead of gold coin is
a saving of $1,000 or more.
"It is odd to think when you cross
In one of those gold laden ships that
every wave that hits the boat clips oB
10 to IB cents from Its golden cargo."
King George rules 11,475,954 square
niles of the earth's territory, and 878,-
125,857 of Its population.
Picture
Tells a Story'*
"Yes, sir. If $1,000,000 in gold coin
Is shipped across the sea it is only
$999,800 on its arrival. It loses from
12 to 15 ounces, about $200, through The Moth.r-in-Law Again.
abrasion, through knocking about with I Smith—I never could understand all Jf yOU HAVE
the motion of the waves. The sea j these mother-in-law jokes. I've always 1
makes gold lose weight, you see, the I considered Mrs. Smith's mother a
same as It does human beings. j Heaven-sent blessing.
"Gold bars lose less. In fine ! Jones—You don't mean It!
the other exit for me. I am sorry I weather they will lose only about Smith-Surely. She died when my
If mjr laughter annoyed you." | 100 to esch million. In the ugliest I wife was a baby.
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Clayton, J. C. The Calumet Chieftain. (Calumet, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 44, Ed. 1 Friday, May 28, 1915, newspaper, May 28, 1915; Calumet, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc167904/m1/3/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.