The Exponent. (Ralston, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 48, Ed. 1 Saturday, March 26, 1910 Page: 3 of 9
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Miss Patricia Holbrook and Miss If« len
Iioibrook, her niece, were entrusted to
the care of Laurance Donovan, a writer,
ftummering near Port Annandale, Miss
Patricia confided to Donovan that she
feared her brother Henry, wbo, ruined by
bank failure, bad constantly threatened
her for money from his father's will, of
which Miss Patricia was guardian. They
came to Port Annandale to escape Henry.
Donovan sympathized with the two
women. He learned of Miss Helen's an-
noying suitor. Donovan discovered and
captured an intruder, who proved to be
Reginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of
MIfs Helen Holbrook. Gillespie disap-
peared the following morning. A rough
sailor appeared and was ordered away.
Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and Iter fa-
ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan
fought an Italian assassin. He met the
man he supposed was Holbrook, but who
Bald he was lfartrldge, a canoe-maker.
After a short discussion Donovan left
surlily. Gillespie was discovered by Don-
ovan presenting a country church with
H.OOrt. Gillespie admitted he knew of Hol-
brook's presence. Miss Pat acknowledged
to Donovan that Miss Helen had been
missing for a fuw hours. While riding
In a launch, the Italian sailor attempted
to molest the trio, but failed. Miss Pat
announced her intention of fighting Henry
Holbrook and not seeking another hiding
place. Donovan met Helen In garden at
night. Duplicity of Helen was confessed
by the young ladv. She admitted conniving
with her father despite her aunt's
precautions, in a night meeting with Don-
ovan. The three went for a long ride the
following day. That night, disguised as a
nun. Helen stole from the house. She met
Reginald Gillespie, who told her his love.
Gillespie was confronted by Donovan.
Helen's lover escaped. At the town post
office Helen, unseen except by Donovan,
slipped a draft Into the hand of the Ital-
ian sailor. She also signaled her father.
Miss Pat and Donovan "took in" the
canoe carnival. A young lady resembling
Miss Helen Holbrook was observed alone
In a canoe, when Helen was thought to
have beon at home. Donovan met <111-
l>-spfe. The latter confided giving Helen
120,000 for her father, who had then left
to spend It. Gillespie told of tlie qui-cr
state of the Hfttbrook affairs. Miss Helen
and Donovan met in the night. She told
him Gillespie was nothing to her. He
confessed Ills love for her. Donovan found
Gillespie gagged and bound in a cabin, In-
habited by the villainous Italian and Iioi-
"You ugly dago! you Infernal pi-
rate—" he bawled.
There was no mistaking that voice,
and I now saw two legs clothed In
white duck that belonged, I was sure,
to Gillespie. My head and shoulders
filled the window and so darkened the
room that the prisoner thought his
jailer had come back to torment him.
"Shut up, Gillespie," I muttered.
"This is Donovan. That fellow will
be back in a minute. What can I do
i! I "What can you do for me?" he splut-
tered. "Oh, nothing, thanks! I
wouldn't have you put yourself out
for anything in the world. It's nice in
here, and If that fellow kills me I'll
miss a great deal of the poverty and
hardship of this sinful world. But take
your time, Irishman. Being tied by
the legs like a calf is bully when you
get used to it."
a In turning over, the better tc level
his Ironies at me, he had stirred up
the dust in the straw so that he
sneezed and coughed in a ridiculous
fashion. As I did not move he added:
'j "You come in here and cut these
strings and I'll tell you something nice
, Borne day."
'* 1 ran round to the front door, kicked
It open and passed through a square
room that contained a fireplace, a
p Oamp bed, a trunk, and a table littered
with old newspaper? and a few books,
i I found Gillespie in the adjoining
room, cut his thougs and helped him
to his feet.
^ "Where is your boat?" he demanded,
j "On the west side."
' "Then we're In for a scrap. That
beggar goes down there for water; and
he'll see that there's another man on
tl,e island. 1 had a gun when I came,"
he added mournfully.
He Btamped his feet and threshed
himself with his arms to restore circu-
lation, then we went Into the larger
room, where ho dug his own revolver
from the trunk and pointed to the shot-
gun In the corner.
"You'd better get that. This fellow
has only a knife In his clothes. He'll
be back on the run when he sees your
canoe." And we heard on the Instant
a man running toward the hut. I
opened the breech of the shotgun to
set1 whether it was loaded
"Well, how do you want to handle
the situation?" I naked.
He had his eye on the window and
threw up his revolver and let go.
"Your pistol makes a howling noise,
Gillespie Please don't do that again.
The smoke Is disagreeable."
"You ire quite right; and shooting
through glass is always unfortunate!
there's bound to be a certain deflec-
tion before the bullet strikes. You see
if were not a fool I should be a
"It isn't nice here; we'd better bolt."
"I'm as hungry as a sea-serpent," he
said, watching the window. "And I
am quite desperate when I miss my
I stood before the open door and he
watched the window. We were both
talking to cover our serious delibera-
tions. Our plight was not so much a
matter for jesting as we wished to
make It appear to each other. I had
experienced one struggle with the
Italian at the houseboat on the Tippe-
canoe and was not anxious to got
within reach of his knife again. I did
not know how he had captured Gilles-
pie, or what mischief that amiable per-
son had been engaged In, but inquiries
touching this matter must wait.
"Are you ready? We don't want to
shoot unlesB we have to. Now, when
I say go, jump for the open."
He limped a little from the cramp-
ing of his legs, but crossed over to me
cheerfully enough. His white trous-
ers were much the worse for contact
with the cabin floor, and his shirt
hung from his shoulders In ribbons.
"My stomach bids me haste; I'ui go-
ing to eat a beefsteak two miles thick
if I ever get back to New York. Are
We were about to spring through
the outer door, when the door at the
rear flew open with a bang and the
sailor landed on me with one leap. I
went down with a thump and a crack
of my head on the floor that sickened
me. The gun was under my legs, and
I remember that my dazed wits tried
to devise means for getting hold of it.
As my senses gradually came round I
was aware of a great conflict about me
and over me. Gillespie was engaged
in a hand-to-hand struggle with the
sailor and the cabin shook with their
strife. The table went down with a
crash, and Gillespie Beemed to be
having the best of It; then the Italian
was afoot again, and the clenched
swaying figures crashed against the
"Who Was the Other Man That
Wanted You to Kill Holbrook?"
trunk at the farther end of the room.
And there they fought In silence, save
for the scraping of their feet on the
puncheon floor. I felt a slight nausea
from the smash my head had got, but
I bogan crawling across the floor to-
ward the struggling men. It was grow-
ing dark, and they were knit together
against the cabin wall like a single
monstrous, swaying figure.
My stomach was giving a better ac-
count of itself, and I got to my knees
and then to my feet. I was within a
yard of the wavering shadow and could
distinguish Gillespie by his white
trousers as he wrenched free aud flung
the Italian away from him; and In
that instant of freedom. I heard the
dull Impact of Gillespie's fist in, the
brute s face. As the sailor went down
I threw myself full length upon him;
but for the moment at least he was
out of business, and before 1 had sat-
isfied myself that I had firmly grasped
him, Gillespie, blowing bard, was
kneellug beside me, with a rope in his
"I think," he panted, "I should like
champignon sauce with that steak,
Donovan. And 1 should like myv pota-
toes lyoanalse—the pungent onion is a
spurring tonic. That will do, thanks, for
the arms Get off his legs and I'll see
what I can do for them. You oughtn't
to have cut that rope, my boy. You
might have known that we were going
to need It. My father taught me In
my youth never to cut a string. I
want the pirate's knife for a souvenir
I kicked It out of his hand when you
went bumpety-bumpety. How's your
"I still have It. Let's get you out
side and have a look at you. You think
he didn't land with the knife?"
"Not a bit of It. He nearly squeezed
the life out of me two or three times,
i though. What's that?"
"He gave me a Jab with his sticker
when he made that flying leap and I
guess I'm scratched."
Gillespie opened my shirt and dis-
closed a scratch across my ribs down-
ward from the left collar bone. The
first Jab had struck the bone, but the
subsequent slash had left a nasty red
Gillespie swore softly In the strange
phrases that he affected while h?
tended my injury. 13y head ached and
the nausea came back occasionally. 1
sat down In the grass while Gillespie
found the sailor's pall and went to
fetch water. He found some towels
in the hut and between his droll chaff-
ing and bis deft ministrations I soon
felt fit again.
"Well, what shall we do with the
dago0" he asked, rubbing his anus aud
"We ought to give him to the village
"That's the law of it, but not the
common sense. The lords of justice
would demand to know all the why
and wherefores, and the Italian consul
at Chicago would come down and make
a fuss, and the man behind the dago
would lay low and no good would
"When will Holbrook be back?—
that's the question."
"Well, the market has been very
feverish and my guess is that he won't
last many days. He had a weakness
for Industrials, as I remember, and
they've been very groggy. What he
wants is his million from Miss Pat,
and he has own chivalrous notions of
We decided finally to leave the man
free, but to take away his boat. Gilles-
pie was disposed to make light of
the whole affair, now that we had got
off with our lives. We searched the
hut for weapons and ammunition, and
having collected several knives and
a belt and revolver from the trunk, we
poured water on the Italian, carried
him into the open and loosened the
ropes with which Gillespie had tied
The man glared at us fiercely and
muttered incoherently for a few min-
utes, but after Gillespie had dashed
another pail of water on him he stood
up and was tame enough.
"Tell him," said Gillespie, "that we
shall not kill him to-day. Tell him
that this being Tuesday we shall
spare his life—that we never kill any
one on Tuesday, but that we shall
come back to-morrow and make shark
meat of him. Assure him that we are
terrible villains and man-hunters—"
"When will your employer return?"
I asked the sailor.
He shook his head and declared that
he did not know.
How long did he hire you for?"
"For all Bummer." He pointed to
the sloop, and I got It out of him that
he had been hired in New York to
come to the lake and sail it.
"In the creek up yonder," I said,
pointing toward the Tippecanoe, "you
tried to kill me. There was another
man with you. Who was he?"
"That was my boss," he replied, re-
luctantly, though his English was clear
"What Is your employer's name?" I
"Holbrook. I sail his boat, the Stillet-
to, over there," he replied.
"But it was not he who was with
you on the houseboat in the creek. Mr.
Holbrook was not there. Do not lie
to me. Who was the other man that
wanted you to kill Holbrook?"
He appeared mystified, and Gilles-
pie, to whom I had told nothing of my
encounter at the boat-maker's, looked
from one to the other of us with a
puzzled expression on his face.
"All he knows is that he's hired to
sail a boat and, incidentally, stick peo-
ple with his knife." said Gillespie in
disgust. "We can do nothing till Hol-
brook comes back; let's be going."
We finally gathered up the Italian's
oars, and, carrying the captured arms,
went to the east shore, where wa put '
off in Gillespie's rowboat. trailing the |
Italian's boat astern. The sailor fol- I
lowed us to the shore and watched our !
departure in silenc«\ We swung round j
| to the western shore and got my ca-
j noe, and there again the Italian sullen*
ly watched us.
"He's not so badly marooned," said
Gillespie. "He can walk out over
"No, he'll wait for Holbrook He's
stumped uow and doesn't understand
us. He has exhausted his orders and
is sick and tired of his Job. A salt-
water sailor loses his snap when he
gets as far inland as this. He'll de-
mand his money when Holbrook turns
up and clear out of this."
We passed close to the Stiletto to
get a better look at her. She was the
trimmest sailing craft In those waters,
and the largest, being I should say,
37 feet on the water-line, sloop-rigged,
with a cuddy large enough to house
the skipper. As we drew alongside I
stood up the better to examine her,
and the Italian, still watching us In-
tently from the island, cried out warn-
"He should fly the signal, 'Owner
not on board.' " remarked Gillespie as
we pushed off and continued on our
The sun was low In the western
wood as we passed out Into the larger
lake. Glllesplo took soundings with
his oar in the connecting channel, and
did not touch bottom.
"You wouldn't suppose the Stiletto
could get through here; It's as shal-
low as a saucepan; but there's plenty
and to spare," he said, as he resumed
"But It takes a cool head—" I began,
then paused abruptly; for there, sev-
eral hundred yards away, a little back
from the western shore, against a strip
of wood through which the sun burned
redly, I saw a man and a woman slow-
ly walking back and forth. Gillespie,
laboring steadily at the oars, seemed
not to see them, and I made no sign.
My heart raced for a moment as I
watched them pace back and forth, for
there was something familiar in both
figures. I knew that I had seen them
before and talked with them; I would
have sworn that the man was Henry
Holbrook and the girl Helen; and I
was aware that when they turned,
once, twice, at the ends of the path,
the girl made 6omo delay; and when
they went on she was toward the
lake, as though shielding the man
from our observation. The last sight
I had of them the girl stood with her
hack to us, pointing Into the west.
Then she put up her hand to her bare
head as though catching a loosened
strand of hair; and the wind blew
back her skirts like those of tho
Winged Victory. A second later tho
trees stood there alertly, with the gol-
den targe of the sun shining like a
giant's shield beyond; but they had !
gone, and my heart was numb with
foreboding, or loneliness, and heavy
with the weight of things I did not un-
Gillespie tugged hard with the bur-
den of the tow at his back. I will not
deny that I was uncomfortable as I
thought of his own affair with Helen
Holbrook. He had, by any fair Judg-
ment, a prior claim. Her equivocal
attitude toward him and her Inex-
plicable conduct toward her aunt were,
I knew, appearing less and less hein-
ous to me as the days passed; and I
was miserably conscious that my own
duty to Miss Patricia lay less heavily
I was glad when we reached Glen-
arm pier, where we found IJIma hang-
ing out the lamps. He gave me a tel®-
gram. It was from my New York ac-
quaintance and read:
Holbrook left here two days ago; desti-
"Come, Gillespie; you are to dine
with me," I said, when he had read the
telegram; and so we went up to the
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
RELIEVES URINARY AND KIDNEY
STRAINING, SWELLING, ETC.
Stops Pain in the Bladder, Kidneys
Wouldn't it be nice within a week or
so to begin to say goodbye forever to
the scalding, dribbling, straining, or too
frequent passage of urine; the fore-
head and tho back-of-the head aches;
the stitches and pains in the back; tho
growing unlade weakness; spots be-
fore tne eyes; yellow skin; sluggish
bowels; swollen eyelids or ankles: leg
cramps; unnatural short breath; sleep-
lessness and the despondency?
I have a recipe for these troubles
that you can depend on, and If you
want to make a quick recovery, you
ought to write and get a copy of It.
Many a doctor would charge you 93.50
Just for writing this prescription, but.
I have It and will be glad to send It
to you entirely free. Just drop me a
line like this: Dr. A. E. Robinson,
K-2t>1 I-uck Building, Detroit. Mich.,
and I will send it by return mall In a
plain envelope. As you will see when
you get it, this recipe contains only
pure, harmless remedies, but it has
great healing nnd pain-conquering
It will quickly show you Its power
once you us*> it. so I think you had bet-
ter see what it Is without delay. I will
send you a copy free—you can use It
and cure yourself at home.
Compliment for the Pastor
Remark Not So Intended Really
Amounted to as Much.
Aaron Bancroft, the father of the
historian, was a Massachusetts clergy-
man who revolted against the Calvin-
ism of the day. The young minister
found himself held at arm's length by
the surrounding clergy. In "The
Life and Letters of George Bancroft"
Mr. M. A. DeW. Howe quotes the fol-
lowing item from the old minister's
"An honest but very intelligent
farmer of my parish, some ten years
ago, accosted me in this manner:
" 'Well, Mr. Bancroft, what do you
think the people of the old pariah
say of me now?'
"1 answered, 'I hope something
J " 'They say, "If wo find fault with
him he does not mind It at ail; and
if we praise him he does not mind It,
but keeps steadily on his own way;
we therefore have concluded that it li
best to let lilm alone.' "
"The farmer mentioned the fact at
a subject of laughter, but I thought,
and still think that, taking the declar-
ation in Its bearings, it was the pret-
tiest compliment I have received
through my whole life."—Youth's
To avoid the trouble besetting com-
passes on steel ships, the metal of
which deflects tho needle, a German
Inventor has devised a needleless one
in the form of a gyroscope, the axis
of which always ndjusta Itself par-
allel to the earth's axis.
All in a Name.
Many a young man starting out to
conquer the world considers ltliaiell
an Alexander, when he is In reality but
a smart Alec.—Puck,
Katherine—Was MIbs Bllyuns ex-
pensively dressed at the ball?
Kidder—Yes, Indeed. Why, even
her slippers were tied with real laces.
"How Sharper Than Serpent's Tooth."
An irritable old farmer and his un-
gainly, slouching son were busy grub-
bing sprouts one hot, sultry day, when
the old man suddenly stumbled over
a small stump.
"Gosh durn that everlasting stump!"
he exclaimed. "I wish it was in hell!"
The son slowly straightened up
from his work and gazed reproachfully
at his father.
"Why, you oughtn't to say that,
pap," he drawled. "You might stumble
over that stump ag'ln some day."—
Two Points of View.
Mrs. Whoop8er—For my part, I
think Mr. Dyler was mean when he
made his wife promise she would never
Mr. Whoopser—Oh, Mary, don't
judge the poor man so harshly; you
ought to be thankful because he prob-
ably prevented Bome brother man
from being made miserable.
A LITTLE THING
Changes the Home Feeling.
Coffee blots out the sunshine from
many a home by making the mother,
or some other member of the house-,
hold, dyspeptic, nervous and irritable.
There are thousands of cases where
the proof 1b absolutely undeniable.
Here is one.
A Wis. mothtfr writes:
"I was taught to drink coffee at an
early age. and also at an early age be-
came a victim to headaches, and as I
grew to womanhood these headaches
became a part of me, as I was scarcely
ever tree from them.
"About five years ago a friend urged
me to try Postum. I made the trial
and the result was so satisfactory that
we have used It ever since.
"My husband and little daughter
were subject to bilious attacks, but
they have both been entirely free from
them since we began UBlng Postum In-
stead of coffee. I no longer have
headaches and my health Is perfecL"
If some of these tired, nervous, ir-
ritable women would only leave off
coffee absolutely and try Postum they
would find a wonderful change in their
life. It would then be filled with sun-
shine and happiness rather than weari-
ness and discontent. And think what
an effect It would have on the family,
for the mood of the mother Is largely
responsible for the temper of the chil-
Read "The Road to Wellville," in
pkgs. "There's a Reason."
Kvcr rrnd the nbote lelterf A new
one iipi'ciir* from time to time. They
■ re genuine, true, nnd full of huituia
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