CORDELL. OKLA, HERALD-SENTINEL
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HOJEY-
JAOQN
HAROLD I.
CHAPTER I.
At the Stage Door.
Courtlandt sat perfectly straight;
bis ample shoulders did not touch the
back of his chair; and his arms were
folded tightly across bis chest. The
characteristic of his attitude was
tenseness. The nostrils were well de-
fined, as In one who sets the upper
Jaw hard upon the nether. Hto brown
eyes—their gaze directed toward the
istage whence came the voice of the
prima donna—epitomized the tension,
expressed the whole as in a word.
Just now the voice was pathetically
subdued, yet reached every part of the
auditorium, kindling the ear with Its
singularly mellowing sweetness. To
Courtlandt it resembled, as no other
sound, the note of a muffled Burmese
gong, struck In the dim Incensed cav-
ern of a temple. A Burmese gong:
briefly and magically the stage, the
audience, the amazing gleam and scin-
tillation of the Opera, faded. He
heard only the voice and saw only
•the purple shadows In the temple at
Rangoon, the oriental sunset splash-
ing the golden dome, the wavering
lights of the dripping candles, the dead
flowers, the kneeling devotees, the
yellow-robed priests, the tatters of
gold-leaf, fresh and old, upon the rows
of placid grinning Buddhas. The
French horns blared and the timpani
crashed. The curtain sank slowly.
The audience rustled, stood up, sought
Its wraps, and passed toward the ex-
Its and the grand Btalrcase. It was
>all over.
Courtlandt took his leave in leisure.
Here and there he saw familiar faces,
but these, after the finding glance, be
studiously avoided. He wanted to be
.alone. Outside be lighted a cigar, not
because at that moment he possessed
a craving for nicotine, but because like
all Inveterate smokers he believed that
tobacco conduced to clarity of thought.
And mayhap It did. At least, there
presently followed a mental calm that
expelled all this confusion. The goal
"waxed and waned as he gazed down
the great avenue with Its precise rows
of lamps. Far away he could discern
the outline of the brooding Louvre.
There was not the least hope In the
"world for him to proceed toward his
goal this night. Ho realized this clear-
ly, now that he was face to face with
actualities. A wild desire seized him
to make a night of It—Maxim's, the
cabarets; riot and wine. Who cared?
Hut the desire burnt Itself out between
two puffs of his cigar. Ten years
ago, perhaps* thle brand of amuse-
ment might have urged him success-
fully. Hut not now; he was done with
tomfool nights. Indeed, his dissipa-
tions had been whimsical rather than
brutal; and retrospection never
aroused a furtive sense of Bhame.
He was young, but not so young as
an Idle glance might conjecture in
passing. To such casual reckoning
he appeared to be in the early twen-
ties; but scrutiny, more or less Infal-
lible, noting a line here or an angle
there, was disposed to add ten years
to the Bcore. There was In the nose
and chin a certain decisiveness which
In true youth is rarely developed. This
characteristic arrives only with man-
hood, manhood that has been tried
^nd perhaps buffeted and perchance
a little disillusioned.
What was one to do who had both
money and leisure linked to an irre-
sistible desire to leave behind one
place or thing in pursuit of another,
indeterminately? The Inherent ambi
tlon was to make money; but recog-
nizing the absurdity of adding to his
Income, which even in bis extrava-
gance he could not spend, he gave
himself over Into the hands of grasp-
ing railroad and steamship companies,
jor their agencies, and became for a
'time the slavo of guide and dragoman
and carrier. And then the wanderlust,
descended to him from the blood of
his roving Dutch ancestors, which had
lain dormant In the several genera-
tions following, sprang into active life
again. He became known In every
port of call. He became known also
in the wildernesses.
Whatever had for the moment ap-
pealed to his fancy, that he had done.
He was alone, absolute master of his
qnalntanee* who cynically arraigned |
him as the fool and his money.
But, like the villain in the play, hie
Income still pursued him. Certain
Bcandals inevitably followed, scandals
be was the last to bear about and the
last to deny when he beard them.
Many persons, not being able to take j
into the mind and analyze a character |
like Courtlandt's, sought the line of
least resistance for their understand-
ing. and built some preclouB exploits
which included dusky Island prin-
cesses, dfephanous dancers, and comic-
opera stars.
Simply, he was without a direction;
a thousand goals surrounded him and
none burned with that brightness
which draws a man toward his des-
tiny: until one day. Personally, he
poasessed graces of form and feature,
and was keener mentally than most
young men who Inherit great fortunes
I and distinguished names.
• • • • • • •
I Automobiles of all kinds panted
I hither and thither. An occasional
smart coupe went by as if to prove
that prancing horses were still neces-
sary to the dignity of the old arietoc-
racy. Courtlandt made up his mind
suddenly. He laughed with bitterness.
He knew now that to loiter near the
stage entrance had been his real pur-
pose all along, and persistent lying to
himself had not prevailed. In due
time he took his stand among the
gilded youth who were not privileged
(like their more prosperous elders) to
wait outside the dressing rooms for
their particular ballerina. By and by
there was a little respectful commo-
tion. Courtlandt's hand went Instinct-
ively to his collar, not to ascertain if
It were properly adjusted, but rather
to relieve the sudden pressure. He
was enraged at his weakness. He
wanted to turn away, but he could not
A woman Issued forth, muffled In
silks and light furs. She was followed
by another, quits possibly her maid.
One may observe very well at times
from the corner of the eye; that Is,
objects at which one Is not looking
come within the range of vision. The
woman paused, her foot upon the step
of the modest limousine. She whis-
pered something hurriedly Into ber
companion's ear, something evidently
to the puzzlement of the latter, who
looked around Irresolutely. She
obeyed, however, and retreated to the
stage entrance. A man, quite as tall
as Courtlandt, his face shaded care-
fully, Intentionally perhaps, by one of
those soft Bavarian hats that are
worn successfully only by Germans,
stepped out of the gathering to prof-
fer his assistance. Courtlandt pushed
him aelde calmly, lifted hlB hat, and
smiling Ironically, closed the door be-
hind the singer. The step which the
other man made toward Courtlandt
was unequivocal in its meaning. But
even as Courtlandt squared himself to
meet the coming outburst, the
Btranger paused, shrugged his shoul-
ders, turned and made off.
The lady in the limousine—very
pale could any have looked closely in-
to her face—was whirled away into the
night Courtlandt did not stir from
the curb. The limousine dwindled,
once It flashed under a light and then
vanished.
"It is the American," said one of
the waiting dandles.
"The Icicle!"
"The volcano, rather, which fools
believe extinct"
"Probably sent back her maid for
her Bible. Ah, these Americans; they
are very amusing."
"She was In magnificent voice to-
night. I wonder why she never sings
Carmen ?"
"Have I not said that she is too
cold? What! Would you see frost
grow upon the toreador's mustache?
And what a name, what a name!
Eleanora da Toscana!"
Courtlandt was not In the most
amiable condition of mind, and a hint
of the ribald would have instantly
transformed a passive anger into a
blind fury. Thus, a scene hung pre-
cariously; but its potentialities be-
came as nothing on the appearance of
another woman.
Thle woman was richly dressed, too
richly. 8he was followed by a Rus
ulan, huge of body, Jovian of counte-
nance. An expensive car rolled up to
the curb. A liveried footman Jumped
down from beside the chauffeur and
opened the door. The diva turned
her head this way and that a thin
smile of satisfaction stirring her lips.
For Flora Deslmone loved the human
eye whenever It stared admiration into
her own; and she spent half her days
setting traps and lures, rather suc-
cessfully. She and her formidable es-
cort got Into the car which lmmedi
ately went away with a soft purring
Bound. There was breeding In the en
glne, anyhow, thought Courtlandt who
longed to put his strong fingers around
that luxurious throat which had, but
second gone, passed bim so closely.
He turned down the Rue Royale, on
the opposite side, and went Into the
Taverne Royale, where the patrons
were not over particular In regard to
the laws of fashion, and where certain
ladles with light histories sought
further adventures to add to their
heptamerons. Now, Courtlandt thought
neither of the one nor of the other. He
desired Isolation, safety from lntru
Bion; and here, did he so signfy, he
could find it. He sat down at a vacant
table and ordered a pint of champagne,
drinking hastily rather than thirstily
Would monsieur like anything to
the milk so peremptorily ordereo. and
the smile of thanks that had been his
reward! He had run away when he
should have hung on. He should have
fought every Inch of the way. . . .
"Monsieur is lonely?"
A pretty young woman sat down be
fore blm In the vacant chair.
CHAPTER II.
There Is a Woman?
Anger, curiosity. Interest; these sen-
satlona blanketed one another quickly,
leaving only Interest, which was
Courtlandt's state of mind when be
saw a pretty woman. It did not re-
quire vary keen scrutiny on his part
to arrive swiftly at the conclusion that
this one was not quite in the picture.
Her cheeks were not red with that
redness which has a permanency of
tone, neither waxing nor waning,
abashed in daylight. Nor had her lips
found their scarlet moisture from out
the depths of certain little porcelain
boxes. Decidedly she was out of place
here, yet she evinced no embarrass-
ment; she was cool, at ease. Court-
landt's Interest strengthened.
"Why do you think I am lonely,
mademoiselle t" he asked, without
smiling.
"Oh, when one talks to one's self,
strikes the table, wastes good wine,
the Inference is but natural. So, mon-
sieur is lonely."
Her lips and eyes, as grave and
smlleless as his own, puzzled him. An
adventure? He looked at some of the
other women. Those he could under-
stand, but this one, no. At all times
he was willing to smile, yet to draw
her out he realized that he must pre-
serve his gravity unbroken. The situ-
ation was not usual. His gaze came
back to her.
"Is the comparison favorable to
me?" she asked.
"It is. What Is loneliness?" he de-
manded cynically.
"Ah. I could tell you," she answered.
"It Is the longing to be with the one
we love; it 1b the hate of the wicked
things we have done; It is remorse."
"That echoes of the Amblgu-Com-
lque."
"Would you spare me a glass of
wine? I am thirsty."
He struck his hands together, a bit
of orientalism he had brought back
with him. The observant waiter in-
stantly came forward with a glass.
The young woman sipped the wine,
gazing Into the glass as she did bo.
Perhaps a whim brought me here.
But I repeat, monsieur is lonely."
"So lonely that I am almost tempted
to put you into a taxlcab and run
away with you."
She Bet down the glass.
"But 1 sha n't," he added.
The spark of eagerness in her eyes
was Instantly curtained. "There la a
woman?" tentatively.
"Ib there not always a woman?"
"And she has disappointed mon-
sieur?" There was no marked sym-
pathy In the tone.
"Since Eve, has that not been wom-
an's part In the human comedy?" He
was almost certain that her lips be-
came firmer. "Smile, If you wish. It
is not prohibitory here."
She lifted the wine-glass again, and
then he noticed her hand. It was
large, white and strong; It was not
the hand of a woman who dallied, who
Idled In primrose paths.
"Tell me, what is It you wish? You
Interest me, at a moment too, when I
do not want to be Interested. Are you
really in trouble? Is there anything I
can do . . . barring the taxlcab?"
She twirled the glass, uneasily. "I
am not In actual need of assistance."
"But you spoke peculiarly regarding
loneliness."
"Perhaps I like the melodrama. You
spoke of the Amblgu-Comlque."
"You are on the stage?"
"Perhaps."
"The opera?"
"Again perhaps."
He laughed once more, and drew his
chair closer to the table.
"You followed me here. From
where?"
"Followed you?" The effort to give
a mocking accent to her voice was a
failure.
"Yes. The Idea Just occurred to me.
There were other vacant chairs, and
there was nothing Inviting in my facial
expression. Come, let me have the
truth."
"I have a friend who knows Flora
Deslmone."
"Ah!" As if this Information was a
direct visitation of kindness from the
gods. "Then you know where the
Calabrian lives? Give me her ad
dress."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
millions. Mammas with marriageable j eat?
daughters declared that he was impos- j No, the wine was sufficient
sible; the marriageable daughters Courtlandt poured out a second glass
never had a chance to decide one way slowly. The wine bubbled up to the
or the other; and men called him a brim and overflowed. He had been
fool. He had promoted elephant fights looking at the glass with unseeing
•which had Btlrred the Indian princes ] eyes. He set the bottle down impa
out of their melancholy indifference,
and tiger hunts, which had, by their
duration and magnificence, threatened
to disrupt the efficiency of the British
military service—whimsical excesses,
not understandable by his intimate a/>
tlently. Fool! To have gone to Bur-
ma, simply to stand In the golden
temple once more, in vain, to recall
that other time; the starving kitten
held tenderly in a woman's arms, his
own Bcurry among the booths to find
Believed Him Honest But—
Mayor Hunt of Cincinnati said the
other day of a notorious political boss:
"They who call 'this fellow honest
have to stretch the truth a little. They
have to stretch It like the old colored
farmer of Paint Rock.
"This old farmer said to a young
chap:
" 'Look, heah, Calhoun, Ah don' min1
yore co'tin' mah gal Lillian, but Ah'd
ruther yo' wouldn't come round mah
house no mo'.
" 'Time fo' de las' wot yo' wuz heah,
Calhoun, Ah misBed a watah bucket
and de las' time de bridle wuz gone,
and now as Ah has use to' de saddle,
Ah'd ruther yo' wouldn't come roun
no mo'.
" 'Ah don't say yo' hain't honest to
Ah b'lieves yo' is; but slch cu'is
things happens while yo's In de neigh
borhood; so, jes' ter please an ole
man, wot ain't enj'yln' de best er
health, • please don' come round dis
house no mo'."'
The Pattern
of Service
By REV. L W. GOSNELL
Amux to Dsaa
As They Danced.
"I believe in a girl having a mind
of her own," said she. "I, for one,
am not easily led."
"So I perceive," he ventured gently
between dips.
IfflUMlONAL
SUNMTSOIOOL
Lesson
(By E. O. SELLERS. Director of Evening
Department, The Moody Bible Institute,
Chicago.)
LESSON FOR MAY 3
TEXT—"And they bring unto him one
that was deaf, and had an Impediment
In hit speech: and they beseech him to
put his hand upon him. And he took htm
aside from the multitude, and put his
fingers Into his ears, and he spit, and
touched his tongue; and looking up to
heaven, he sighed, and saith unto him.
Ephphatha, that is. Be opened. An<i
straightway his ears were opened, and
the string of his tongue was loosed, and
he a pake plain." Mark 7:32-35.
Many sugges-
tions for the heal-
ing of souls may
be found In this
story of the cure
of a man who was
deaf and dumb-
Notice
The Look
of Jesus—"up to
heave n." The
heavenward look
Is necessary for
those who would
restore sick souls.
Such a look la
assuring. In this
day when so many
have lost faith in the great facts of
the gospel, we do not wonder that we
hear so much of social betterment.
We need the vision of God's great
power if we are to face with courage
the deep problems of sin in human
life, rather than be content with
physical helpfulness.
The upward look Is empowering. If
we are too busy to pray we may ex-
pect our strength soon to depart from
us. But when we read of David Brai-
nerd lying on the frozen ground,
wrapped in a bear's skin, spitting
blood as he lay, but continuing from
sunrise to sunset in crying to God—
we do not wonder at the great bless-
ing which came upon the Indians to
whom he preached.
Such a look is balancing. We need
to pray after great undertakings as
well as before them. When a woman
told Bunyan his sermon was excel-
lent, he replied, "Ybb, I know It; the
devil told me bo before I left the pul-
pit" God sometimes gives us thorns
in the flesh lest we be exalted above
measure.
The Means
used In the cure are interesting.
The man was taken aside; perhaps
be would not be Impressed with the
working of God, In the crowd. Stan-
ley became a Christian through his
contact with Livingstone and felt that
God had led him to Africa, away from
the world, so that he might have time
to think. This Is the secret of many
a slck-bed or sorrow.
Christ adapted the means to the
need. By putting his fingers In the
man's ears and putting upon his
tongue the spittle, which was often
used medicinally, he let this deaf man
know his purpose to heal him. What
a comfort that many of us who are
not equipped to deal with the cultured
have peculiar adaptation to deal with
others, and that the Great Physician
uses means adapted to the end.
Christ did not shrink from contact
with the sufferer. We cannot pay
someone to do religious work for us
simply because It is unpleasant Sam-
uel Hadley would put his arms of love
about the wrecks of humanity that
came to Water Street mission, even
though he would have to change his
clothing when he went home.
The Sigh
of Christ should not be forgotten:
"Looking up to heaven he sighed."
He saw In the man only an example
of the world's suffering and sin and
he sighed over it all.
Men have remedied physical Ills
when they have felt them. John How-
ard reformed the prisons of Europe
after he himself had had an experi-
ence of prison life. If we do not sigh
over spiritual needs we are not likely
to supply them. We must bleed if we
would save. The awfulness of being
without God, without Christ, and hav
Ing no hope, must weigh upon us If
we are to be zealous In snatching men
as brands from the burning. No cul-
ture or refinement should blind us
from' the fact that "he that believeth
not Is condemned already."
The Cure
had happy results.
It made the man companionable;
he could converse with his friends
now. The salvation of the soul puts
one Into fellowship with God and with
his people.
It made him useful. He no longer
needed to be dependent upon any
man. Spiritual cure makes us "work-
ers together with God" and many tes-
tify that they date their true life from
their second birth through faith In
Christ Jerry McAuley was a river
thief whose heart God touched while
he was imprisoned in Sing Sing. He
became a great blessing to many and
at his funeral the streets were filled
by men of high and low degree who
came to honor him.
Of course, it made the man happy.
His tongue doubtless sang aloud in
rejoicing; his ears were ravished with
the sweet sounds of nature. Wher-
ever the gospel goes, music Is born
and the wilderness and solitary places
of human life are made glad.
"The great physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;
He speaks the drooping heart to ch««r,
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus!"
THE PRODIGAL SON.
LESSON TEXT—Luko 15:11-32.
GOLDEN TEXT—"I will arise and gfl
to my father, and will say unto him,
Father, I have sinned against heaven, and
in thy sight." Luke 15:18.
The parables of Jesus are man-els
of unity and condensation, yet no nec-
essary detail is omitted. This, per-
haps his most famous, is no excep
tion even though it does carry a dou-
ble lesson. Who thinks of the older
brother when this story is mentioned?
Though designated the "Story of the
Prodigal," we need to remind our-
selves that the word "prodigal" never
once occurs in the story. The open-
ing sentence speaks of a' father and
of two sons. It is really the parable
of a perfect father, the unveiling of
the true heart of God. Against that
background is set off a self-centered
son lacking in natural affeetion. Also
alongside the wayward son Is the mis-
erly, selfish one who lacked all the
good qualities of his brother, but who
was truly a wanderer and out of har-
mony with God the Father. In the
background we see the citizens of
the far country who helped this young
Jew to his place of want, famine and
degradation. Remember, it is our
Lord speaking to Jews. When the
Gentiles of the far country sent him
to feed Bwine they Insulted him by
compelling him to get his living
through an occupation instinctively
repulsive.
First Fruit of Sin.
The father makes equal" partition
"divided unto them." (V. 12) though
neither son had a right to demand a
partition of his estate. At the bot-
tom of the son's request was a desire
to have his own way—to be Independ-
ent of God. He did not go away from
home at once, though his heart was
already in the "far country."
I. Into the Far Country, vv. 13-16.
Fun is the first fruit of sin, and that
the son readily found so long as his
money lasted (Heb. 11:25). But the
consoquences followed closely on its
trail, for when he had "spent all" he
began to be in "want." There are
many attractive things about this
young man, but those qualities were
perverted, they lacked control, they
were good servants but bad task-
masters. It is not always physical,
temporal want that comes to the sin-
ner, there are deeper and more In-
tense longings—soul want and soul
hunger. These always come to the
soul away from God. Being In want
does not mean that a man's will has
been subdued. Some prodigals in the
most abject temporal need are as
proud as Lucifer, and boast of their
rebellion. So he "joined himself to a
citizen of the country." He did not
belong there—the citizen did. He was
set to the most degrading task Im-
aginable for a Jew—feeding swine.
Like a Lost Sheep.
II. The Home Coming, w. 17-24.
The first step was for the son to stop
and really think. That is where sal-
vation always begins—in thinking. He
knew be was lost, e. g., out of adjust-
ment in the wrong place, out of his
element and like the lost sheep,
"ready to die." He saw his condi-
tion, money gone, friends gone, hogs
for companions, no food for his sus-
tenance. He saw his value. He was
more important than the servants of
his father's home. He saw his fath-
er's love, already manifested in what
had been given him and we fain would
believe that when he left home he
had the father's urgent plea to re-
turn. He saw a way to escape from
his present position. All of this after
he "came to himself." Before that
Impenitent, he was morally insane,
now he has reasoned, Isa. 1:18. With
his reasoning also came the deter-
mination to make a full confession.
"I will say unto him," not alone con-
fess his need but the fact that he had
sinned. This Is the only way for a
sinner to come to God, Ps. 32:3-5;
I John 1:9; Luke 18:11-14. He did
not stop with resolving but "he arose
and came to his father," v. 20. He ex-
pected to apply for a servant's posi-
tion, but never had the opportunity
for the father saw him "a great way
off" and "ran and fell on his neck and
kissed him." Notice the kiss of recon-
ciliation was given before he even had
a chance to confess. In his confes-
sion his first thought is that he had
sinned against God and then against
his earthly father. The father had
not once forgotten him; he "had com-
passion" even though the son was un-
merciful to himself and to all of his
loved ones. The father kissed him
before he was washed or otherwise
made presentable.
Neither of the sons are perfect but
he who uttered the parable was him-
self the true son of the father. He
never departed from his father,
wasted his father's substance, nor
brought discredit upon his name.
Jesus was in full sympathy with his
father's heart for he welcomed the
wandering publicans and sinners to
himself, took the journey into the far
country to find the wanderers and to
bring them home. Christ's mission
was to bring many "sons to glory"
(Heb. 2:10), which means restoring
the wanderer and fulfilling in him the
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and rub In w°U. Adv.
The fellow who tells a girl he would
die for her wants to be killed with
kindness.
Putnam Fadeless Dyes color more
goods than others. Adv.
The best way to learn how to waste
money is to get it easy.
W.L.DOUGLAS
SHOES
Men's USSUVUffi..
woiM'sa^sa/ir®
11761
largest me her of I
' tod94. 00 shoeo
In the world.
• 1,006,279
Douglaa shoes la 1111 ersr lilt.
This Is the reason we give you tba
Line values tor 13.00, >3.5u, 14.00
od 14.SO notwithstanding tba
tnormous Increase In the coat ot
leather. Our standards have
I not been lowered and tba price
to you remains ibe same.
Ask your dealer to show j
— kind ol w. i,. Douglas sboea uw
l« selling fer 13.00.  3lu, 14.00and
♦4.50. You will then be convinced
that W.L.Douglas sboea are abso-
lutely ss good as other makes sold at
higher prices. Tba only (Utterance
la the price.
_ take no substitute.
Heat tannin* without W. L. Douglas' nam*
stamped en the bottom, lrwXltoogias
, .ho., are nol foe Ml. In your rtrfnlir. order
direct from factory. Sboea for
•11 nrlrei. trv
[ showing hw
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S18 Spark Street, Brockton, Mae.
,RECORD;
,Magnificent
Crops in,
Western Canac
All partg of the Provinces of
Manitoba, Saakatche wan and
Alberta, have produced won-
derful yields of Whaat, Oats,
Barley and Flax. Wheat graded
from Contract to No. 1 Hard,
weighed heavy and yielded from 20
to 45 bushels per acre; 22 bushels was ,
Jl about the total average. Mixed Farm- I1'
ing may be considered fully as profit-
able an industry as grain raising. The
excellent graasea full of nutrition, are
the only food required either for beef
or dairy purposes. In 1912, and again in
1913. at Chicago, Manitoba carried off
the Championship for beef steer. Good
schools, markets convenient, climate ex-
cellent. For the homesteader, the man
who wishes to farm extensively, or the
investor, Canada offers the biggest op.
portunity of any place on the continent.
Apply for descriptive literature and
| reduced railway rates to
Superintendent cf
t Immigration,
Ottawa, Canada, or to
G.A.COOK
129 W. 0th Street
Kansas City, Mo.
Canadian
i Government Agent I