The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 17, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 30, 1915 Page: 2 of 8
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THE CORDELL HERALD-SENTINEL
and LILLIAN CHESTER
me nro book
At ft vestry meetlns of th* Market
pqiinre c hurch Gall Sargent latens to
discussion about the sals \h® ch}' na,
tenements to Edward E. Allison, local
traction king, arxl when asked tier opin-
ion of the church by Rev. Smith Boyd,
«avs It Is apparently ft lucrative b'lslness
enterprise. Allison takes Gall riding In
his motor car. When he suggests he s
entitled to rest on the laurils of nU
Achievements she asks the disturbing
question: "Why?" Gall, returning to her
Uncle Jim's home from her drive with Al-
lison. finds cold disapproval In the eye.
of Rev. Smith Boyd, who Is call ng there.
•At a bobsled party Gail finds Ho 'l
uncomfortably full of men. and Al laon
tells Jim Sargent that his new n™blt'0"
Is to conquer the world. Allison starts a
campaign for consolidation and control of
the entire transportation system of the
world. Gall becomes popular. Allison
gains control of transcontinental traffic
and arranges to absorb the yedJer co9rt
tenement property of Market Square
- ■ ,'lslts V
"You haven't been
ing forth music.
over for so long."
Rev. Smith Boyd colored. At times
the way of spiritual instruction was
quite difficult. Nevertheless, ho tiad
a duty to perform. Mechanically he
had taken his place at the piano,
standing straight and tall, and his
blue eyes softened as they automat-
ically fell on the piece of music she
had opened. Of course it was their fa-
vorite. the one in which their voices
had soared In the most perfect uni-
son. Gall glanced up at him as she
brushed a purely imaginary fleck of
dust from the keys. For an instant
the brown eyes and the blue ones met.
He was a tremendously nice fellow,
and arrange.^to^absorb | after all. But what was worrying him?
Before we sing 1 should like to take
church. Gal! visits Vedder court and meet-
ing Boyd there, tells him that the
dral Market Square church proposes to
build will be out of profits wrung from
pqualor. She becomes the center of «
nellc attraction for the men of her aunt s
social set. At a meeting of the seven
financial magnates of the f
'eon organize' the International Transpor
For Just one second the rector's
mother felt an impulse to shake Tod
Boyd. Gail Sargent was a young lady
of whom any young man might ap-
prove—and what was the matter with
Tod? She was beginning to be humili-
ated by the fact that, at thirty-two, he
had not lost his head and made a fool
of himself, to the point of tight shoes
and poetry, over a girl.
"Why?" and the voice of Mrs. Boyd
'■was not cold as she had meant it to
be. She had suddenly felt some tug of
sympathy for Tod.
"Well, for one thing, Bhe has a most
•disagreeable lack of reverence," be
"Reverence?" and Mrs. Boyd knitted
'her brows. "I don't believe you quite
understand her. She has the most I seriously now
up graver matters," he began, feel-
ing at a tremendous disadvantage in
the presence of the music. To obviate
this, he drew up a chair, and sat fac-
ing her. "I have called this evening
in the capacit: of your temporary
Gail's eyelids had a tendency to
flicker down, but she restrained them.
She was adorable when she looked
prim that way. Her lips were like a
rosebud. Rev. Smith Boyd himself
thought of the simile, and cast it be-
"You are most kind," she told him,
suppressing the Imps and demons
which struggled to pop Into her eyes.
"I have been greatly disturbed by
the length to which your unbelief has
apparently gone," the young rector
went on, and having plunged Into this
opening he began to breathe more
freely. This was familiar ground.
Gail rested a palm on the edge of
the bench behind her, and leaned back
facing him, supported on one beauti-
fully modeled arm. Her face had set
(beautifully simple religious faith that
il have ever Been, Tod."
The Rev. Smith Boyd watched his
boup disappearing, as If It were some
curious moving object to which his at-
tention had Just been called.
"Miss Sargent claims to have a new
religion," he observed. "She has said
most unkind things about Market
Square church. She says that it is a
strictly commercial Institution, and
that Its motive in desiring to build the
new cathedral is vanity."
He omitted to mention Gall's further
charge that his own motive in desiring
the new cathedral was personal ambi-
tion. Candor did not compel that ad-
mission. It did not become him to act
from piqued p^rsoual pride.
Mrs. Boyd studied him as he gazed
Aomberly at his fish, and the twinkles
once more returned to her eyes, as
she made up her mind to cure Tod's
"I am ashamed of you," she told her
Bon. "This girl Is scarcely twenty. If
I remember rightly, and I'm sure that
1 do, you came to mo, at about twenty,
and confessed to a logical disbelief in
the theory of creation, which Included,
of course, a disbelief in the Creator.
You were an infidel, an atheist. You
were going to relinquish your studies
and give up all thought of the church."
The deep red of the Rev. Smith
Boyd's face testified to the truth of
this cruel charge, and he pushed back
his fish permanently.
"1 most humbly confess," he stated,
and Indeed he had writhed in spirit
many timeB over that remembrance.
"However, mother, I have since dis-
covered that to be a transitional stage
through which every theological stu-
"Yet you won't allow It to a girl,"
charged Mrs. Boyd, with the severity
which she could much better have ex-
pressed with a laugh. "When you dis-
cover that this young lady, who seems
to be in every way delightful, Is so
misled as to criticize the motives of
Market Square church, you withdraw
However," went on the rector, "1
do not expect to be able to remove
the spiritual errors, which I am com-
pelled to judge that you have accu-
mulated, by any other means than
patient logic," he resumed. "May I
discuss these matters with you?" His
voice was grave and serious, and full
of earnest sincerity, and the musical
quality alone of It made patient, log
leal discussion seem attractive.
"If you like," she assented, smiling
at him with willful deception. The
wicked thought had occurred to her
that It might be her own duty to
broaden his spiritual understanding.
"Thank you," he accepted gravely
"If you will give me an hour or so
each week, I shall be very happy."
"I am nearly always at home on
Tuesday and Friday evenings," sug
geBted Gail. "Scarcely anyone calls
before eight-thirty, and we have din
ner quite early on those evenings
She began to be sincerely interested
in the project. She had never given
herself time to quite exactly define
her own attitude towards theology as
distinct from religion, and she felt
that she should do it. If for no other
reason than to avoid making Impul-
sive overstatements. Rev. Smith Boyd
would help her to look squarely into
her own mind and her own soul, for
he had a very active Intelligence, and
was, moreover, the most humanly
forceful cleric she had ever met. Be-
sides, they could always finish by
"I Bliall make arrangements to be
over as early as you will permit," de-
clared the rector, warmly aglow with
the Idea. "We Bhall begin with the
very beginnings of things, and, step
by step, develop, I hope, a logical
justification of the vast spiritual revo-
lution which has conquered th
"I should like nothing better,"
mused Gall, and since Rev. Smith
Boyd rose and stood behind her and
filled his lungs, she turned to the
piano and struck a preliminary chord,
which Bhe trailed oft Into a tinkling
That was sufficient. When Allison
called, twenty minutes later, they
were at it hammer and tongs. There
was a bright red spot in each of Gall's
cheeks, and Rev. Smith Boyd's cold
cyeB were distinctly green! Allison
had been duly announced, but the
combatants merely glanced at him,
and finished the few remarks upon
which they were, at the moment, en-
gaged. He had been studying the tab-
leau with the interest of a connois-
seur. and he had devoted bis more
earnest attention to Rev. Smith Boyd.
"So glad to see you," said Gall con-
ventionally, rising and offering him
her hand. If there was that strange
thrill in his clasp, she was not aware
I only ran In to see If you'd like
to take a private car trip In the new
subway before it is opened," offered
Allison, turning to shake hands with
Rev. Smith Boyd. "Will you join us.
For some reason a new sort of
jangle had come Into the room, and
it affected the three of them. Allison
was the only one who did not notice
that he had taken Gall's acceptance
"You might tell us when." she ob-
served, transferring the flame of her
eyes from the rector to Allison. "I
may have conflicting engagements."
"No, you won't," Allison cheerfully
Informed her; "because it will be at
any hour you Bet."
"Oh," was the weak response, and.
recognizing that she was fairly beat-
en, her white teeth flashed at him In
a smile of humor. "Suppose we say
ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
"I am free at that hour," stated Doc-
tor Boyd, in answer to a glance of
Inquiry from Allison. He felt it his
duty to keep in touch with public im-
provements. Also, beneath his duty
lay a keen pleasure In the taBk.
"You'll be very much interested, 1
think," and Allison glowed with the
ever-present pride of achievement,
then he suddenly grinned. "The new
subway stops at the edge of Vedder
There was another little pause of
embarrassment, in which Gall and
Rev. Smith Boyd were very careful
not to glance at each other. Unfor-
tunately, however, Rev. Smith Boyd
was luckless enough to automatically
and without conscious mental process
fold the sheet of music which had long
since been placed on the piano.
'Why stop at the edge of Vedder
court?" inquired Gail, with a nervous
little jerk, much as if the words had
been Jolted out of her by the awk-
ward slam of the music rack, which
had succeeded the removal of the
song. "Why not go straight on
through, and demolish Vedder court?
It 1b a scandal and a disgrace to civi-
lization, and to the city, as well as
to Its present proprietors! Vedder
court should be annihilated, torn
down, burned up, swept from the face
of the earth! The board of health
shouhj condemn it as unsanitary, the
building commission should condemn
it as unsafe, the department of public
morals Bhould condemn It as unwhole-
Rev Smith Boyd had been engaged
in a strong wrestle within himself, but
the spirit finally conquered the flesh
and he held his tongue. He remem-
bered that Gail was young, and youth
was prone to extravagant impulse
His spirit of forbearance came
strongly to his aid that he was even
able to acknowledge how beautiful she
was when she was stiffened.
Allison had been viewing her with
mingled admiration and respect.
"By George, that's a great idea," he
thoughtfully commented. "Gail. I
think I'll tear down Vedder court for
Gets anything ho goes after," Tim
informed her, and screwed one of his
many-puffed eyes Into a wink; at
which significant action Gall looked
out at the motorman. "Never tells
his plana to anybody, nor what he
wants. Just goes and gets it."
"That's a successful way, 1 should
Judge," she responded, now able to
see the humor of Tim Corman's vol-
unteer mission, but a red spot begin-
ning to dawn, nevertheless. In either
"What I like about him 1s that he
always wins," went on Tim. "Nobody
in this town has ever passed him the
prunes. Do you know what he did?
He started with two«mlles of rust and
four horse cars, and now he owns the
Gail knitted her brows. She hart
heard something of this marvelous
tale before, and It had Interested her.
She had been gropfng for an explana-
tion of Allison's tremendous force.
"That was a wonderful achieve-
ment. How did he accomplish it?"
"Made 'em get off and walk!"
boasted Tim, with vast pride in the
fact. "Any time Eddie run across a
man that had a street car line, he
choked it out of him. He's a wizard."
Tim's statement seemed to be some-
what clouded In metaphor, but Gall
managed to gather that Allison had
possibly used first-principle methods
on his royal pathway to success.
"You mean that he drove them out
"Pushed 'em off!" chuckled Tim.
"Anybody Allison likes Is lucky," and
with the friendly familiarity of an old
man, Tim Corman patted Gall on the
"It occurs to me that I'm neglecting
my opportunities." observed Gail, ris-
ing. "I'm supposed to be running this
car," and going to the glass door she
looked into the motorman's compart-
ment, which was large, and had seats
in it, and all sorts of mysterious tools
and appliances in the middle of the
Tim Corman, as Allison's personal
representative, was right on the spot.
"Come on out," he invited, and
opened the door, whereupon the three
responsible-looking men immediately
Boosted you to the glrL Say, she't
Allison looked quickly back at tne
platform, and then frowned on his
zealous friend Tim.
"What did you tell Miss Sargent
"Don't you worry, Eddie; its an
right." laughed Tim. "I hinted to her,
so that she had to get It, that you re
about the mcfct eligible party In New
York. I let her know that no man
in this village has ever skinned you.
She wanted to know how you made
this big combination, and I told he*
you made 'em all get off; pushed 'em
off the map. Take It from me, Eddie,
after I got through, she knew where
to find a happy home."
Allison's brows knitted in quick an-
ger, and then suddenly he startled the
subway with Its first loud laugh. He
understood now, or thought he did,
Gail's distant attitude; but, knowing
what was the matter, he could easily
straighten It out.
Thanks. Tim," he chuckled. "Let's
talk business a minute. I had you
hold up the Vedder court condemna-
tion because I got a new idea last
night. Those buildings are unsafe."
"Well, the building commissioners
have to make a living," considered
TllThafs what I think," agreed Alli-
Tim Corman looked up at him
shrewdly out of his puffy slits of eyes,
for a moment, and considered
"I get you," he said, and the busi-
ness talk being concluded, Allison
The girls and Ted came back pres-
ently. and, with their arrival, Gall
brought Rev. Smith Boyd Into the
crowd, whereupon they resolved them-
selves into some appearance of so-
ciability, and Allison, for the amuse-
ment of the company, slyly started old
Tim Corman Into a line of personal
reminiscences, bo replete in uncon-
scious humor and so frank In uncon-
scious disclosures of callous knavery,
that the company needed no other
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
M ONE YEAR'S CROP
Show her how it works, Tom," he
So It was that Edward E. AlliBon,
standing quite alone on the platform
of the Hoadley Park station, saw the
approaching trial trip car stop, and
run slowly, and run backwards, and
dart forwards, and perform all sorts
of experimental movements, before It
rushed down to his platform, with a
rosy-cheeked girl standing at the
wheel, her brown eyes sparkling, her
red lips parted in a smile of ecstatic
happiness, her hat off and her waving
brown hair flowing behind her in the
sweep of the wind. To one side Btood
HOW WILL ALLIES PAY DEBT7
england and France Said to Be In
Peculiar Position of Financial
into your dignity, with'the privilege of "tthe run. by way of friendly greeting
a layman, and announce that 'you do to the pl&no.
not approve of her.' What she needs.
Tod, is religious instruction."
She had carefully Ironed out the
tiny little wrinkles around her blue
eyes by the time her son looked up j
We shall begin with the creation."
pursued the rector, dwelling, with
pleasure, on the idea of a thorough
progress through the mazes of relig-
ious growth. There were certain
.... the profound cogitation into I vague points which he wanted to clear
which this reproof bad thrown him. UP for "'mself.
which ths Ph^e been wrong„ hJ ..And ,viud up with Vedder court.
he seemed ever an I She had not meant to say that.
inuch'brighter for the confession. He Just popped into her mind, and popped
drew his Ash toward him and ate it. | off the end of her tongue.
Later the Rev. Smith Boyd present-
ed himself at James Sargent's house,
with a new light shining in his heart;
Even that will be taken up In Its
due logical sequence." and Rev. Smith
Boyd prided himself on having al-
ready displayed the patience which
he had come expressly to exercise.
Gail was immediately aware that
and he had blue eyes. He had come
©how Gail the way and the light.
If she had doubts, and lack of faith.
Id flinnant irreverence. It was his | he was exercising patience. He had
* Itv to be patient with her. for this reproved her. nevertheless, and quite
loJ thA fault of youth. He had been coldly, for having violated the tacit
hf 1 himself. ! agreement to take up the different
'Tail's evelids dropped and the cor- , phases of their weighty topic only "in
of her lips twitched when Rev. their due logical sequence." The rec-
fitTth Bovii's name was brought up I tor. in this emergency, would have
hut she did her hair in another found no answer which would stand
wov high on her head instead of low | the test, but Gail had the Immense ad-
neck, and then she went down,
bewildering in her simple little dark
!jlue velvet cut round at the neck.
•, was afraid that your voifce was
,f marked .Gail. in a tone sug-
' o'* tin' i.ei that that would be a
' (-i3; and she began haul-
vantage of femininity.
• It altogether depends at which end
we start our sequence," she sweetly
reminded. "My bwn impression is
that we should begin at Vedder court
and work back to the creation. Ved-
der court needs immediate attention."
The Survival of the Fittest.
A short, thick old man, gray-beard-
ed and puff-eyed and loaded with enor-
mous Jewels, met Gail. Lucile and
Arly, Ted Teasdale and Rev. Smith
Boyd, at the foot of the subway stairs,
and Introduced himself with smiling
ease as Tim Corman, beaming with
much pride in his widespread fame.
"Mr. Allison couldn't be here," ex-
plained Tim, leading the way to the
brightly lighted private car. "We're
to pick him up at Hoadley park. Miss
Sargent, as hostess of the party, is
to have charge of everything."
The side doors slid open as they ap-
proached. and they entered the car-
peted and draped car, furnished with
wicker chairs and a well-stocked but
fet. In the forward compartment were
three responsible-looking men and a
motorman. and one of the respon-
slbles, a fat gentleman who did not
seem to care how his clothes looked,
leaned Into the parlor.
"All ready?" he Inquired, with an
air of concealing a secret impression
that women had no business here.
Tim Corman, who had carefully seen
to It that he had a seat between Gail
and Arly, touched Gail on the glove.
"Ready, thank you," she replied,
glancing brightly at the loosely ar-
rayed fat man, and she could see that
Immediately a portion of that secret
impression was removed.
With an easy glide, which increased
with surprising rapidity into express
speed, the car slid into the long. gl
tening tunnel, still moist with the
odors of building.
Tim Corman had adroitly blocked
Gall into a corner, and was holding
"Ed Allison is one of the smartest
boys In New York." he enthusias-
tically declared. "Did you ever see
anybody as busy as be Is?"
"He seems to be a very energetic
man." Gall assented, with a sudden
remembrance of how busy Allison had
Introduced Himself With Smiling
Ease as Tim Corman.
a highly pleased motorman. while a
short, thick old man. and a careless
fat man, and a man with a high fore-
head and one with a red mustache, all
smiling indulgently, clogged the space
in the rear.
Allison boarded the car, and greeted
his guests, and came straight through
to the motorman's cage, as Gail, in
response to the clang of the bell,
pulled the lever. She was just get-
ting that easy starting glide, and she
was filled with pride in the fact
You should not stand bareheaded
in front of that window," greeted Alli-
son, almost roughly; and he closed It.
Gall turned very sweetly to the mo-
"Thank you," she said, and gave him
the lever, then she walked back Into
the car. It had required some repres-
sion to avoid recognizing that dicta-
torial attitude, and Allison felt that
she was rather distant, and wondered
what was the matter; but he was a
practlcal-mlnded person, and he felt
that it would soon blow over.
"I've been neglecting this view," she
observed, gazing out into the rapidly
diminishing perspective, then she
aiasced up sidewlse at the tall young
rector, whose eyes were perfectly
He answered something or other,
and the conversation was so obviously
a tete-a-tete that Allison remained be-
hind. Tim looked up at Allison with
a complacent grin, as the latter sat
"Well, Eddie. I put In a plug for
you." stated Tim. with the air of one
looking for approval.
"How's that?" inquired Allison, ab-
England's foreign Investments are
not owned by the government, but by
individuals, and they will not sell;
and there seems as yet no way
compel them. American securities are
the only ones that appeal to the Brit-
ish and French Investors at this mo-
ment as being good.
What no financial expert ever pre-
dicted was the amazing trouble that
England and France would have in
paying for the equipment purchased in
this country. It has been though
that these two creditor nations would
merely have to sell their foreign se-
curities, or merely stop making for-
eign investments, to have all tne
money they needed. Sir George Par-
ish, a representative of the BrltlBh
treasury, came to this country last
winter and boastfully told his inter-
viewers and hosts that England could
fight on for five years merely on the
interest from its foreign investments
-an assertion that Sir George proba-
bly wishes he had never made. Even
Lloyd-George formerly spoke of the
$5,000,000,000 and the $2,000,000,000
this country and Argentina respec-
tively owe Great I*ltain; but he has
long since change his tune. England
and France are In a position of pecu-
liar financial distress, Albert W. At-
wood asserts In the Saturday Evening
Post. They are buying war equipment
in this country on a gigantic scale.
They are exporting practically nothing
to this country, and their inhabitants
will not or cannot sell American se-
curities back to America. They have
nothing to pay with but gold, and they
cannot afford to lose gold.
France 1b in an even more embar-
rassing position. She has gone mad
for years over epargnes—savings.
The average Frenchman would rather
go without clothes and food at the
present moment than sell his Ameri-
can securities at a loss. A friend of
mine in New York recently received a
letter from a French banker In which
it was said that only one thing gave
his clients une grande quietude at the
present moment, and that was their
of American stocks and
Remarkable as are the reports of
the yields of wheat in Western Canada,
the marketing of which is now under
way, they are none the more interest-
ing than are those that are vouched
for as to the value of this grain crop
to the farmers of that country.
Some months ago the Department
of the Interior, at Ottawa, Canada,
vfrote to those in the United States
who were owners of land in Western
Canada that was not producing, ad-
vising that it be put under crop. The
high prices of grain and their probable
continuance for some years should
be taken advantage of. Cattle and all
the produce of the farm commanded
good figures, and the opportunity to
feed the world was great, while the
profits were simply alarming. The
Department suggested that money
could be made out of these idle lands,
lands that could produce anywhere
from 25 to 65 bushels of wheat per
acre. A number took advantage of
the suggestion. One of these was an
Illinois farmer. He owned a large
quantity of land near Culross, Mani-
toba. He decided to put one thousand
acres of it under wheat. His own
story, written to Mr. C. J. Broughton,
Canadian Government Agent at Chi-
cago, is interesting.
"I had 1,000 acres in wheat near
Culross, Manitoba. I threshed 34,000
bushels, being an average of 34 bush-
els to the acre. Last Spring I Bold
my foreman, Mr. F. L. Hill, 240 acres
of land for $9,000, or $37.50 per acre.
He had saved up about $1,000, which
he could buy seed with, and have the
land harrowed, drilled and harvested,
and put in stook or shock.
"As a first payment I was to tako
all the crops raised. When he
threshed he had 8,300 bushels of
wheat, which Is worth In all $1-00 per
bushel, thereby paying for all the land
that was in wheat and more, too, there
being only 200 acres in crop. If the
240 acres had all been In wheat he
could have paid for it all and had
That is a story that will need no
corroboration In this year when, no
matter which way you turn, you learn
of farmers who had even higher yields
G. E. Davidson of Manitou, Manito-
ba, had 36 acres of breaking and 14
acres older land. He got 2,186 bush-
els of wheat, over 43 bushels per
Walter Tukner of Darlingford, Man-
itoba, had 3,514 bushels off a 60 acre
field, or over 58% bushels per acre.
Forty acres was breaking and 20 acres
Wm. Sharp, formerly Member of
Parliament for Lisgar, Manitoba, had
_ acres of wheat on his farm near
Manitou, Manitoba, that went 53 bush-
els per acre.
One of the most remarkable yields
in this old settled portion of Manitoba
was that of P. Scharf of Manitou, who
threshed from 15 acres the phenom-
enal yield of 73 bushels per acre.
These reports are but from one dis-
trict, and when it Is known that from
almost any district in a grain belt
of 30,000 square miles, yields while
not as large generally as these quoted,
but in many cases as good, is it any
wonder that Canada is holding its
head high in the air in its conquering
career as the high wheat yielder of
the continent? When it is pointed out
that there are millions of acres of the
same quality of land that has pro-
duced these yields, yet unbroken, and
may be had for filing upon them as a
homestead, or in some cases may be
purchased at from $12 to $30 an acre
from railway companies or private
land companies, it is felt that the op-
portunity to take part in this marvel-
ous production should be taken ad-
vantage of by those living on land
much higher in price, and yielding
Wherever you go In France today
you will find American investments
held intact; for the Frenchman will
tell you that if he sells others will do
the same, and that would put down
the price of American securities—
"which would never do."
In the Revolution we used 231,771
regulars and 164,007 militia and vol-
unteers against England's 150,605. In
the War of 1812 we had 56.052 regular
and 471,622 militia against English and
Canadian forces of only about 55,000.
In the Mexican war 31.024 regulars
and 73.532 militia were required to
conquer about 46,000 Mexicans. In the
Civil war the United States employed
67,000 regulars and 2,605,341 militia
and volunteers to defeat about a mil-
Italy's Red Dates.
May holds some fateful anniver-
saries for Italy. It was on May 20,
1800, that Napoleon crossed the Alps,
and on May 26, five years later, that
he proclaimed himself king of Italy.
On May 3, 1S59. the French entered
Genoa, "and on the 20th of the same
month' saw the heavy defeat of the
Austrians at Montebello. In May of
the following year the French troops
left Italy, and Garibaldi made bis fa-
mous descent upon Sicily.—Pall Mall
"Is your mamma at home?" asked a
caller of five-year-old Lola, who an-
swered the bell.
"No, ma'am," answered the small
miss. "She went out to get some
"To get some time!" echoed the
"Ycb, ma'am," replied Lola. "She
said she was going over to one of
the neighbors for a minute."
"George kissed me for the
time last evening."
"He told me it was the last time."
SI OP THOSE SHARP SHOOTING PAINS
"Femenina" is the wonder worker for all
female disorders. Price #i.ooaad5oc. Adv.
A frenzied financk - is one who
earns his money by the sweat of other
To Prevent the Grip
Cold: cause Grip—Laxative Bromo Quinine re-
moves the cause. There is only one "Bromo
Quinine." E. W, GROVE'S siinalure on box. asc.
it may be easier to ccax a woman
than to drive her, but it's a lot more
For genuine comfort and lasting pleas
ure use Red Cross Ball Blue on wash day.
All good grocers. Adv.
Nothing Jolts a smart man so hard
as being beaten at his own game.
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Gunsenhouser, M. H. The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 17, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 30, 1915, newspaper, December 30, 1915; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc168591/m1/2/: accessed January 20, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.