The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 28, Ed. 1 Saturday, February 2, 1907 Page: 4 of 10
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MARCH
or THC
WHITE
GUARD
SIR GILBERT PARKER
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CHAPTER X—Continued.
Jaspar Hume looked steadily Into the
eyes of the man who had wrongod
him: Remember. Varre. you begin
the world again. I am going now. By
the memory of old days, good by." and
the held out hla hand. Varre Lepage
took It and rose tremblingly to hla
feet, and said, "You are a good man.
Jaspar Hume. Good by!"
' The Bub-factor turned at the door.
j"!f It will please you, tell your wlfo
that I aaved you. Some one will tell
{tier; perhaps I would rather—at leant
it would be more natural, If you did
fit" He passed out Into the heat of
launshlue that streamed Into the room
And fell acroaa the figure of Varre Le-
Ipage, who aat and aald dreamily, "And
jbegln the world again."
i Before Jaspar Hume mounted, al-
most immediately after, to Join the
White Guard now ready for the jour-
bey back, Jacques sprang upon him
|and pushed bis uoso against his mas
Iter's heart. And once again, and for
the last time that we shall hear It,
Jaspar Hume said, "It's all right,
jjaoques."
[ And then they started for the north
legato. As they were doing so a
■hadow fell across the sunlight that
streamed upon Varre Lepage. He
{looked up. There was a startled cry
Of Joy, an answering exclamation of
kovs, and Rose Lepage was locked In
bar husband's arms.
A few moments after and the sweet-
Ifaced woman said: "Who was the man
■who rode away to the north at I came
iup, Varre? He reminded^ne of some
iona, but I can't think whp it is."
"That was the leader of the White
lOoard, the man who saved me, my
"wife." He paused a moment and then
solemnly said, "That man waa Jaapar
Hume!"
The wife rose to her feet with a
spring. "He saved you! He saved
grou! Jaspar Hume!—oh, Varre!"
"He saved me, Rose!"
j Her eyes were wet. "And he would
Hot stay and let me thank him! Poor
fellow; poor Jaspar— Hume! lias he
then been up here these ten years?"
H« face was flushed and pain was
■truggllng with the Joy she felt In see-
ing her husband again.
, "Yes, he has beeu up here all that
time."
, "Ha baa not succeeded in life,
Varre!" and her thoughts went back
to the days when, blind and ill, Jaspar
(Hume went away for health's sake,
land she remembered bow sorry then
■he felt for.him, aud how grieved Bhe
fwas that when ho came back strong
|and well, he did not come near her
or her husband, and offered no con-
gratulations. She had not deliberately
Iwronged him. She did not know he
*wlshed her to be his wife. She knew
lie cared for her; but so did Varro Le-
page. A promise had been given to
neither when Jaspar Hume went
•way; and after that she grew to love
Ehe successful, kind-mannered genius
rho became her husband. Even in
his happiness of hers, sitting once
lagain at her husband's feet, she
thought with a tender and glowing
kindness of the man who had cared
(or her eleven years ago; and who had
tut now saved her husband.
j "He has not succeeded in life," she
Repeated softly.
Looking down at her. his brow
burning with a white heat, Varre Le-
ipage said, "He is a great man, my
■wife."
"I am sure he is a good man," she
added.
Perhaps Varre Lepage had borrowed
■ome strength from Jaspar Hume, for
lie said almost sternly, "He is a great
•nan."
His wife looked up half startled at
the tone and Bald, "Yesf dear; he is a
good man—and a great man."
The sunlight still came In through
the open door. The Saskatchewan
flowed swiftly between Its verdant
banks, an eagle went floating away to
the west, robins made vocal a soli-
tary tree a few yards away, troopers
moved back and forward across the
•quare. and a hen and her chickens
came fluttering to the threshold. The
wife looked at the yellow brood draw-
ing cloBe to their mother, and her
eyes grew wistful. She thought of
their one baby asleep In an English
grave. Hut thinking of the words of
the captain of the White Guard, Varre
Lepage said, "We will begin the world
•gain, my wife."
She smiled and rose to kiss his fore-
head as tho hen and chickens has-
tened away from the door, and a clear
bugle call sounded In tho square.
"Yes, dear," she said, "we will begin
the world again."
CHAPTER XI.
Eleven years have gone since that
u enacted at Edmonton, and
the curtain rises for the last art of
that drama of life which is connected
with the brief history of the White
Guard.
A great gathering is dispersing from
• hall In Piccadilly. It has been drawn
together to do honor to a man who
has achieved a triumph In engineering
arience. As he steps from the plat-
form to go he is greeted by a fusilade
of cheers. He bows calmly and kind-
ly. He Is a man of vigorous' yet re-
served aspect; he has a rare individ-
uality. Ha recelvea with a quiet cor-
diality the personal congratulations of
bis friends. He remains for some time
in conversation with a royal Duke,
who takes his arm and with him
passes Into the street. The Duke is a
member of this great man's club, and
offers him a seat in his brougham.
Amid the cheers of the people they
drive away together. Inside the club
there are fresh congratulations, and
it Is proposed to arrange an Im-
promptu dinner, at which the Duke
will preside. Hut with modesty and
honest thanks the great man declines.
He pleads an engagement. He had
plesded this engagement the day be-
fore to a well known society. After
his health Is proposed he makes his
adieus, and leaving the club, walks
away toward a West-end square. In
one of its streets he pauses and en-
ters a building called "Providence
Chambers." His servant hands him r
cablegram. He passes to his library,
and standing before the fire, opens it.
It reads: "My wife and I send con-
gratulations to the great man."
Jaspar Hume stands for • moment
looking at the fire, and then says sim-
ply, "I wish tny poor old Jacques were
here." He then aits down and writes
this letter:—
"My Dear friends. —Your cable
gram haa made me glad. The day is
over. My last Idea waa more success-
ful than I even dared to hope; and the
'Carscallea, ha made the ilea of tha
cross that he'd come back from Saint
Gebrlelle; and that's next to the Book
with a Papist. If he'a alive he'll
come.'"
"Perhaps he will," Carscallea. And
Cloud-in the-8ky?"
"He's still there, and comes in and
smokes with Jeff Hyde and ma, as he
used to do with you, sir; but hs
doesn't obey our orders as he did
those of the Captaia of the White
Guard. He said to me when I left.
'You see Strong-back, tell him Cloud-
In the-Sky good Indian—ha never for-
get. How!'"
Jaapar Hume raised his glass with
smiling and thoughtful eyes: "To
Cloud in the-Sky and all who never
forget!" he said.
THE END.
hours for sleep and dreams.
Qsnsrai MethoJ ef Living Declared
to Be Wrong.
There certainly is good reason to
suspect that our entire general meth-
od of living, so far as differentiation
of waking and sleeping hours Is son-
cerned, is wrong, but It does not
seem as yet to have occurred to tha
learned men to make the simple ex-
periments requisite to the acquire-
ment of exact knowledge, says the
North American Review. Any one,
of course, can do it to his own satis-
faction, but tha Individual result of
an unscientific teat would be far from
conclusive. An effort by any of our
own societies to determine whether
there may not be In this simple revo-
lution of hours a panacea for Ameri-
can nerves, would seem to be In order.
We would not, of course, anticipate
any Immediate effect, whatever tha re
suit of such experimentation, because
human nature is obstinate aud long
PATS TO TRADE AT HOME
KNOWWHATYOUBUY! S
possible to take an Inferior Job aao
foist It on a credulous people by
Vam Can fee Ounlitv anJ a i*!1"*11 price "d ***
Tou Lan m Quality ana honegt roputttlon eiUbllghe(, by the
Quantity in th* Local nerltorions original Which It shame-
Ci„_- lessly caricatures. These methods
J have been crowned with success sole-
ly by reason of the fact that mall or-
der houses put more skill, energy and
money Into advertising than do the
manufacturers to whom the American
people are directly Indebted for the
best vehicles on the face of the earth.
"The mail order business la the
quack doctor of commerce. It proa:-
Ises much and guarantees nothing.
The directions are always on the in-
side, and you have to buy a non-re-
turnable package before you can find
out what they are."
A. Q. Enderton. of Walter, Okla..
writing to the Shawnee, Okla., Union
Signal, says:
••• • • The mall order houses
are the worst offenders of the pure
food law that we have to deal with.
They are the people who use short
weight tin cans and every year the
American public Is cheated out of
thousands of dollars by this alone.
•* • • • I see where some mall
order houses offer paint at about what
good oil is worth. Now, does anyone
think that a mall order house can buy
good paint stuff cheaper than anyone
else?
"Now suppose you find out what
crude petroleum, like what Is pumped
out of oil wells coBt. Very cheap, is
It not? That Is the oil that Is used
and what about the paint stuff? How
about Spanish whitening, with Just
enough white lead to stick It together?
• • e,
The question of prompt delivery Is
another question which mall order
house patrons should consider. It Is
filled promptly. The reason for this
Tha Purchaser Must Take Mali-Order
House Goods on Faith—Keep
the Money of the Commu-
nity at Home.
When the consumer buys merchan-
dise he is Interested in three things-
quality, quantity and price. When he
goea into the store of his local mer-
chant he sees the goods that he la to
pay for {tisplayed before him; he can
determine whether the quality Is first-
class, and whether the quantity la all
that Is claimed. These two points
settled, he should have a fair Idea as
to whether the price asked is a fair
one or not.
But how Is It when he attcmpta to
buy of the big mall order houses of the
cities? The only guide he has to the
quality and quantity they are offering
Is what the catalogue Bays, and the
cstalogue Is prepared with the one ob-
ject in view of seiling the goods.
When the consumer buys of his
local merchant and finds the goods he
has purchased were not as represent-
ed he can promptly take them back
and receive his money. When he buys
of the mall order house In the large
cities he has practically no recourse
but to take what he gets and look
pleaBant at the results.
It Is cheap goods and short weight
that is making mall order house
profits. They can buy but little, if
f
"He Saved Youl He Saved Youl Jaspar Hume!—Oh, Varrel"
world has been kind. I went down to
see your boy, Jaspar, at Clifton last
week. It was the 13th, his birthday,
you know, ten years old. and a clever,
strong-minded little fellow. He Is
quite contented.. As he Is my god-
child I again claimed the right of put-
ting a thousand dollars to his credit In
the bank—I have to speak of dollars
to you people living In Canada—which
I have done on his every birthday.
When he Is twenty-one he will have
twenty-one thousand dollars—quite
enough for a Btart In life. We get
along well together, and I think he
will develop a fine faculty for science.
In the summer, as I said, I will bring
him over to you. There is nothing
more to say to-night except that I am
as always,
"Your faithful friend,
"JASPAR HUME."
A moment after the letter was fin-
ished the Bervant entered and an-
nounced "Mr. Late Carscallen." With
a smile and hearty greeting the great
man and this member of the White
Guard meet. It was to entertain his
old Arctic comrade that Jaspar Hume
had decline*! to be entertained by so-
sciety or elub. A little while after,
seated at the table, the ex-Sub-factor
said: "You found your brother well.
Carscallen?"
The Jaws moved slowly as of old.
"Ay, that, and a grand minister, Cap-
tain."
"He wanted you to stay In Scotland,
1 suppose."
*'Ay, that, but there's no place for
me like Fort Providence."
"Try this pheasant. And you are
Sub-factor now, Caracallen!"
"There's two of us Sub-factors—
Jeff Hyde and myself. Mr. Meld Is
old and can't do much work, and
trade Is heavy now."
"Yes; I hear from the Factor now
and then. And Gaspe Toujours?"
"He went away three years ago,
but be said he'd come back. He never
did though. Jeff Hyde bellevee he
wift. He says to me a hundred times:
evenings by the fireside are notorious
ly agreeable. One effect, generally
considered highly desirable, we bus
pect, would be certain. Almost sure
ly such sleep wmild be leas dreamful
and, consequently, according to both
the learned men and experience, mor«
restful physically and more recupera-
tive mentally. Hut here again prac-
tice will encounter the serious obsta-
cle of disinclination. Dreaming either
by day or by night is one of the great
est luxuries. It is not, of course,
physical necessity, since we all know
many persons who never dream at
all and yet continue to be exasperat
ingly healthful. But observation teach
cb us that such persons Invariably are
most uninteresting. They may and
often do possesB In a notable degree
sweetness of disposition, but they are
so devoid or Imagination as to be out
of touch with the fantasies of exist
ence.
THE SPIRIT
$
%
The mail-order Juggernaut is crushing the lives out of hundreds and thou-
sands of local merchants, snd hundreds of towns and villages as well. When
you send a dollar to the mail-order house you are but operating the lever
that keeps this death-dealing machine on the move.
Congratulations.
Male Friend—My heartiest congrat-
ulations, Frauleln Meier. I read in
the paper the announcement of your
betrothal to Inspector Mueller.
Frauleln—That wasn't I, but an-
other Frauleln Meier.
Friend—Oh, I'm sorry, but, between
ourselves, you can be glad that you
didn't get such a fool as Mueller.—
Figaro.
It Might Work.
"I don't see much hope," said the
prisoner's counsel.
"Oh, I dunno," replied the prisoner.
"I'm a member of a libor union, you
know."
"Well?"
"Well, I thought mebbe we might
get the Jury to go out on a sympar
thetlc strike."—Philadelphia Press.
More Practical.
"What's the difference between tal-
ent and genius?"
"Talent makee money oftener thaa
genius does?"—Detroit Free Press.
any, cheaper than your local merchant
can. First-quality, standard merchan-
dise Is manufactured on a very nar-
row margin of profit, but the mall
order house can win and pay big divi-
dends on enormous capital If they can
sell to the people an inferior quality
and short weight quantity of merchan-
dise at the prices they ask. Your
local merchant could do the same
thing, but you would not buy the same
goods of your local merchant that you
buy of the mall order house at an
equal price.
Here Is an Item clipped from the
Parma, Mich., News which shows the
nefarious system of the mall order
concerns, and how they victimize their
patrons:
"A farmer purchased two sacks of
binding twine of a large Chicago cata-
logue house, and upon Its arrival this
morning a ball was unrolled and meas-
ured with a ball of Plymouth twine
sold by local dealers, when it was
found that the Chicago article was Just
306 feet short of that sold at home.
There being ten balls In a sack, It will
be seen that the farmer lost 6.120 feet,
or over a mile of twine on two sacks
by not buying at home. Then, too,
the mall order house product was of
an Inferior quality, being full of knots,
and one farmer standing near during
the measuring process remarked that
it would never work on a binder. Now
we wish to ask you, does It pay to
trade at home? If there Is anyone
who is skeptical of this story. Just
call and we will show you."—Parma,
Mich., News.
Bankrupt stock, merchandise that
reliable Jobbers would not handle be-
cause of its poor quality, the refuse
of the factories made over Into cheap
merchandise. These are the things
the patrons of the mail order houses
are buying. Here Is an extract from
an article that appeared In the Sioux
Falls. 8. d. Leader:
"The mall order house selling vehi-
cles by the catalogue route. Is more
than a pirate, It Is a turkey-buzzard.
It takes the freaks and failures that
have died for want of real merit, and
tries to stifle legitimate business by
selling the embalmed remains at a re-
duced price.
"The whole nefarious mall order sys-
tem. in so far as It relates to vehicles,
Have you not noticed the remark-
able change in pet dogs?" asked my
vis a-vls In the subway train.
"No/' I answered, puzxled.
"Have you not observed how they
spring new tricks on their masters
every few weeks which their masters
have not taught them? Does not your
dog sham dead with consummate
pathos; does It not big In the most
engafcing manner, and carry a flag
without being asked?"
"I have no dog," said I.
"Well, If you had It would," con-
tinued the stranger, unabashed. "If
you will watch dogs nowadays you
will see a serious life-purpose reflected
In their eyes. And observe horses,
too. In the seclusion of the stable
they conscientiously practice standing
on their hind legs. They dance the
waltz. They whinny In various keys.
This is true of many a mere cab
horse. Watch them."
"There are none in the subway," I
objected.
My vis-a-vis leaned toward me with
an air of the deepeest mystery.
"There will be soon," he whispered.
"What under the sun do you mean?"
I Inquired.
"Do you suppose that the intelligent
classes among animals are not alarmed
about their future In this age of ma-
chinery? Do you suppose that the
phrase 'The Horseless Age' has not
r^rhed the ears of equine thinkers?
Do you suppose that pet dogs are not
viewing with alarm the growing pop-
ularity of the mechanical toy—the
Teddy bear, the stuffed pup, the wool-
ly baa lamb? Of course they are. And
It stands to reason that they are tak-
ing the most vigorous steps for self-
preservation."
I began to be Interested in spite of
myself.
"What steps are they taking?" I
asked.
"There are some horses alive," an-
swered the stranger, more mysterious-
ly than ever, "which possess more
than one horse power."
"Get out!" I exclaimed.
"Yesterday," continued my vis-a-vis,
"I saw a storage battery horse."
"Hasn't the doctor advised you to
leave It alone?" I asked sarcastically.
This silenced him for a while. He
allowed the train to pass two stations
before he Bald another word. Then he
leaned toward me again.
"Look at cats," he said.
"I won't," I replied testily.
"Look at the hitherto unambitious
rab—"
"Now, once for all," I cried, losing
all my patience at last, "tell me what
It Is that you are driving at."
"Simply this," he answered at once.
"For months past I have been observ-
ing the actions of animals with the
greatest care. I have followed them
about. I have peeped into the privacy
of the kennel and the manger. I have
watchey Tabby at home. And my In-
vestigations have convinced me abso-
lutely that there is in existence a—
now, what do you suppose?"
"Oh, spring it!" I snapped.
"A Correspondence School for Ani-
mals. Can't you imagine the kind of
things that are being taught by mail
to our domestic beasts? 'Ten Les-
sons in the Kennel; or, Be a Trick
Dog;' 'Are You Tired of Street Fight-
ing?—Learn to Be a Lapdog;' 'Stamp
| Out the Toy Evil; or, How to Act as
if Wound Up.' And there are similar
courses for the more serious needs of
equine pupils. 'Up from Livery; or
How to Eat Gasoline and Run;' 'Are
You Tied to a Cab?—Be a Circus
Horse;' 'Ho! for the Vanderbilt Cup;
or, How to Digest a Storage Battery.'
dalay is that they do not carry the
goods in stock, and must purchase
them after your order is received. In
Chicago, for example, no mall order
house will sell to any person living
within the city limits, and the reason
for this is that these concerns pur-
chase a large amount of the merchan-
dise they are selling from the retail , ,u . ,
. . , Oh, 1 am sure that some knowing anl-
stores of the city, the proprietors of K„.,„
which refuse to sell them the goods
except upon the condition that they j
are not to sell to the people of the
city.
Here Is the wall of a mall order vic-
tim taken from the columns of the
Crookston, Minn., Journal, which ex-
plains this p(rtnt:
"Sir: I want to register my kick
right here on catalogue houses and
their misleading methods. I am
frank to acknowledge that I have been
duped to perfection. The only differ-
ence between me and the other vie-
tlms being that I am a little deeper
In and that I am willing to acknowl-
edge the CGrn.
"To begin with, last fall I with her
who Is now my wife, decided to pur-
chase some stuff to furnish our new
home. Accordingly we ordered all
our furnishings of a—catalogue house
two weeks prior to our marriage,
which we thought would be plenty of
time to get the goods around. But
by the Infernal planets let me tell you
right here that all the correspondence
diplomacy, appealing and pleading has
succeeded In landing only a kitchen
table and later a mirror from Pitts-
burg.
"Our honeymoon has been a very
dramatic experience; cooking on an
old gas plate, eating on a dry goods
box, sleeping on the floor and borrow-
lng a few necessary utensils of friends
and neighbors. No more catalogue
goods for us. We hope to get enough
more goods by April 1 to celebrate
all fool's day In a fitting manner."
"A VICTIM."
Mr. Consumer, It Is to your advan-
tage in many ways to buy honest
goods at honest prices of your honest
local merchant. 8ee what you ara
buying Get what you are paying for.
Keep the money of the community In
which you live at home, snd build up
your town Instead of tearing it down
for the benefit of the mall order
houses of the big cities.
mals have started such a school and
are leading their fellows along the
path to higher knowledge. Is It not
superb, is it not—"
"I looked my vis-a-vis severely In
the eye.
"Where you belong," I said, "is In
the—"
He beamed at me.
"I Just escaped," he remarked.
Gigantic Mystery.
The office was locked. There was
a red sign on the door with these
mysterlounB letters:
"G. T. G. 8."
The policeman passed and was
mystified. So was the postman.
Presently the crowd began to collect
from all sides. Ten minutes later
there was a surging mob outside the
office.' Just then a bewildered and
perspiring individual fought his way
through the crowd an opened the
door of the office.
"In the name of the mad mullah!
What does al) this mean?" he gasped.
"Black hand, burglars, or fire?"
"Neither, Blr," replied the police-
man. "We were only a little puzzled
to know what 'G. T. G. 8.' means?"
The owner of the office laughed
long and loud.
"0. T. G. 8.? Oh, that means:
'Gone to Get Shaved.'"
And the crowd melted away like s
snowball on the equator.
Above His Station.
Gen. Morrell, of Philadelphia, has
the reputation of being tho best
dressed man In the house of represen-
tatives. He Is also more fully en-
dowed with good looks than most of
his legislative brethren.
He was coming down the main aisle
of the house the other day, when a
pretty girl In the gallery on the right
of the press gallery, ssld:
"Oh! look at that diplomat on the
floor while the house is In sesiioal"
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