Oklahoma State Register. (Guthrie, Okla.), Vol. 26, No. 10, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 15, 1916 Page: 3 of 8

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10 IS ELOPED Ti) BOSTON. | At length they arrived in view of the
J sea. And then came the law. A police-
JMr. Sinclair, 4 and Miss Perkins, 8, j man sized up the situation as sJoon as
he saw the young couple.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Mr. Walter Sinclair," replied that
individual. Tihen doffing his cap, and
with a slight bow, "and this is .Mies
Marion Perkins.'
The officer allowed that he was
much pleased to meet the lady, and
theu suggested that the elopers ac-
company him. His arm still placed
protectingly about his companion, Mr.
Sinclair assented, and the party pro-
ceeded to the station.
Here Mr. Sinclair said he lived on
Pearl Street. This was rather vague.
Miss Perkins's big brown eyes roamed
around the station house interior, and
she suggested she was thirsty. Where-
upon Mr. Sinclair requested that his
companion be furnished with a glass
of water, "if you please."
During the process of elopment the
exteriors of the couple had taken on
liberal coats of mud. Mr. Sinclair was
permitted to aid in washing the charm-
ingly pretty visage of his fair compan-
ion, then submitted while a husky
officer mopped off his bright blond
About this time the police, who had
been pWoning about to find the parents
of the young folks, learned that their
parents were coining to get them.
"Your papas and mammas will be
here soon," they told the young couple.
"That's good," replied the elopers in
chorus, showing a fine disregard for
tradition, which always pictures elop-
ers as in fear of angry fathers.
Finally the parents arrived. It was
very late. They found two very tired
little tots awaiting them, sitting on a
long bench, holding each other by the
"Lo!" said Mr. Sinclair briefly,
"here's Marion."
Mr. Sinclair said he was quite ready
to return home—provided he could
ride with Marion.
And so, having been forgiven, they
returned to Somerville and slept hap-
Left Soiiierville, .Mass.
Fit>m the Boston Globe.
It was a red letter day in the life of
Walter Sinclair of Somerville, Mass-
all right. It Isn't every day that a fel-
low elopes, you know—especially
when a fellow is Walter's age, 4 years.
It was also some day for Miss Marion
Perkins of Somerville, who is 3 years
old. She accompanied young Sinclair.
The two children have been neigh-
bors for some time. About 3 o'clock
In the afternoon it was discovered that
Miss Perkins was missing. Some of
her family went looking for yfoung
Sinclair, confident that Miss Perkins
would be found in his company. Then
It developed that Mr. Sinclair was also
Because of the tender age of the
missing couple It was expected that
they would be found playing in some
nearby street. Members of the twlo
families searched the neighborhood,
but in vain. Not a eign could they find
of a charming brunette miss of 3, clad
in rompers, nor of a bright eyed blond
lad of 4.
It was not until night in fact that the
families heard anything of the young
missing couple. Then a telephone in-
formed them that Mr. Sinclair and
Miss Perkins had been found at Rowe's
Wharf in Boston, gazing dreamily out
into Boston Harbor.
In the meantime Mr. Sinclair and
Miss Perkins had been enjoying their
first elopment. Financially embarassed
the young couple had -been forced to
flee afioot. They had no definite des-
tination in mind either, it appears,
their intention being merely to travel,
enjoying each other's company and the
So thy had walked. They met a
hurdy-gurdy which played ragtime,
and for a time followed, it. Weary of
this, they had looked in shop windows.
Crossing busy thiftmghfares with his
companion's small arm tucked through
his, Mr. Sinclair threaded the way into
Boston. It was a long weary way,
and withal somewhat muddy, but each
had pleasant company and the time of
a very young life.
A dinner lubricates business.
—Lord Stowell.
Why do we wait till ears are deaf
Befo/e we speak our kindly word,
And only utter loving praise
When not a whisper can be heard?
Why do we wait till hands are laid
Close-folded, pulseless, ere we place
Within them roses, sweet and rare,
And lilies in their flawless grace?
Why do we wait till eyes are sealed
To light and love in death's deep
Dear wistful eyes—bofore we bend
Above them with impassioned
Why do we wait till hearts are still
To tell them all the love that's ours,
And give them suoh late meed of praise
And lay above them fragrant
How oft do we, careless, wait till
Sweet opportunities are past,
And break our "alabaster box
Of ointment" at the very last!
O, let us heed the living friend
Who walks with us ife's common
Watcing our eyes for look of love.
And hungering for a word of praise!
—British Weekly.
Republicans Names Charles
E. Hughes Upon Third Ballot
Selection Is Jlude 11) Acclamation—
C. IV. Fairbanks for Vive-President.
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Cthicaglo, June 10.—Charles Evans
Hughes, former governor of New
York, and until today justice of the
supreme court of the United States
was today nominated for the presi-
dency by the republican national con*
Charles Warren Fairbanks of In-
diana, elected vi-ce president witih
Thclodore Roosevelt in 1904, again was
chosen for second place on the Re-
publican ticket.
Botih nominations made by over-
whelming majorities, were by acclam-
| Senator Lodge of Massachusetts,
j presented by Roosevelt as a compito-
i mise candidate received seven votes.
jyOoionel Roosevelt .himself received |
eighteen and one-half, scattered over
j twelve states. The nominating ballot
i showed this dount:
j Hughes, 949 1-2; Roosevelt, 18 1-2;
i Lodge 7; Du Pont, 5; Weeks, 3, La-
I Follette, 3; Absent, 1—Total, 987.
] Despite tihe fact that Frank Hitch-
cook, leader of the Huges support-
ers let it be known while the presi-
dential balloting was in progress that
the Hughes men wanted Burton for
second place, (>::(o withdrew Burton's
name leaving the field to Mr. Fail-
hanks and former Senator Durkett of
The ballot for vice president showed
tills count.
Fairbanks, 863; Burkett, 108; Bor-
ah, 8; Johnson, 1; Burton, 1; absent,
scattering and not voting, 6—Total
Mr. Hughes will be notified of his
nomination officially at a date to be
fixed later by a committee headed by
Senator Warren G. Harding of Ohio,
chairman of the convention.
Mr. Fairbanks will be notified by
committee headed by Senator Wil-
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Colonel John M. Parker <,f Louisiana
For Vice- President.
Chicago, June 10.—After a stormy
session lasting over three hours the
progressive national committee or-
ganized tonight by re-electing Victor
Murdock of Kansas chairman and O.
K. Davis, secretary. Matthew Hale of
Massachusetts was chosen vice chair-
man and E. H. Hooker of New oYrk,
Auditorium, Chicago, June 10.—The
progressive national convention, after
tour days of tumult with but one pur-
pose in view, today nominated Colonel
Theodore Roosevelt for president and
a few hours later listened without pro-
test to a message from Oyster Bay that
he would nlot "accept at this time."
The convention adjourned at 4:68 p. m.
Captain John M. Parker of Louis-
iana was nominated for vice president,
the selection being by acclamation.
Colonel Roosevelt's running mate of
flour years ago, Governor Johnson of
California, refused to let his name be
placed before the convention because
of the information he had concerning
the Intentions of Colonel Roosevelt to-
wards his nomination. Several other
names and notably that of Raymond1
Robins, who was both temporary and
permanent chairman of the convention
were offered but not seconded
D ollar Day
In Order to Make Dollar Day
Saturday, June 17
a day when you will expect and get
great values in Men's and Boys' wear
for $1.00, we have placed many articles
on sale at a special low price for Satur-
day, June 17th only.
Come to Abell's for all your wants in
Furnishing Goods
And Hats
Expect to get more for your money
here than you can get in any other
store—we will not disappoint you.
Forexcellence of weave and tailoring
—for smartness and exclusiveness of
style—for extreme value giving, these
suits are without an equal. Only the
best woolens are used in these suits—
none but the best tailors are employed
in making them—only the best linings
and trimmings are used. Our Big Cash
Buying before the war sent the prices
up, enables us to give you these values
now. Our policy is not how much can
we get for a garment, but how good a
garment can we sell at each price. We
invite you to come in and examine and
try on these Handsome Suits. Hund-
reds here for you to choose from.
Our stock is the
Largest and Best.
your railroad fare
on a basis of 5 per
cent of purchase.
Kansas City Star.
Kit Dalton, Confederate captain in
the Civil war, guerrilla leader, mem-
ber of the Quantrell raiders, reputed
co-workers at various times with the
James and Younger gangs, was lectur-
j ing in a Missouri tfown. His wife un-
recognized, was in the audience.
"I hope and believe," eaid Kit, "that
I haven't now an enemy in the world.''
A woman near Mrs. Dalton turned to
her escort.
"No," sihe said. "He killed them all."
"That," said Dalton last night in
ago was thrown against a seat in a
< motor mishap ond had two ribs broken.
' He told of it ruefully, sitting on the
bed in pajamas and white shirt with a
diamond glistening from the bosom.
be said. "I liked Cole best. He had a
quality of gracijousness. He was al-
ways affable and approachable. Frank
James, too, had a big vein of kindli-
ness in his personality, though he of-
"It hurt like everything," was the ten was brusque. But Jesse was dif-
way Jie put it. "I never came so near
swearing in my life."
That was all he said about swearing,
but he did tell with pride, that ho
never took a drink, and never gamb-
led. Which led, naturally tjo philos-
"I've learned tne big lesson," lie
said. "It's this: the man who bears
ferent. He was bitter, hard."
Dalton looked out of the window
wihere the sun was sinking over the
West BotOoms.
"It's a beautiful world," he said
"Perhaps I appreciate it more because
my hand was against it once. But I'd
rather have one day of it like this than
all the old days over again. There
isn't any glamour about them. There
Kansas City, "was an exaggeration. At any animosity or bitterness toward j never was. Take a flower from the
one time and another I've been ac-
cused of many things I didn't do— and
I'll admit I did many things I never
was suspected mf. So perhaps the
balance is even.
Still it was difficult to visualize the
any human being is only carrying an
awful load himself. Don't ever do it
son. Sometimes the world seems to be
just a conspiracy against ><ou but tlie
sooner you lear to find good in every-
thing, the sooner you'll have tiie se-
*ase when you go, son."
soft-voiced old man who sat, tailor ('ret of happiness. And my experience
fashion, in the middle of a bedroom in !1 t^e laRt twenty-six years in which I
Aie Victoria Hotel, as a border raider liave been a resident of Memphis,
and outlaw. Even when he told of Tenn., has taught me, too, Uiat you
t,l<ose lawless days, it had, somehow, <an llve down anything If you are Justs
an air of reality. 'int^ honest.
Cheeks that are full and rosy at 74, 'Dalton entered the outlaw business,
liands like a woman's, hair thick and he said, because at the close of the
long and white as spun glass do not war the Unifc>n would not accept the
suggest tiie desperate defiance of so- surrender of the Quantreel raiders.
ciety that once was synonymous even Tiiere was nothing for us to do but
with the mention of the names of the keep on fighting," he Bald. "Whon
Dalton boys. Still, (over on a chair you're hunted, a fugitive, you fight
there was the gray uniform that CapJ hack. It's the wrong thing to do, of
tain Dalton still wears. That helped course, and it doesn't pay, but yloung
to bridge the years even beyond the blood is hot, and—well, it's all over
dayB of outlawry and to the Civil Wat. j now, and all I can say in. I would do
The uniform was on the chair be- differently if I had It to do over again.
cause the man who had three houses of Cole Younger and Jesse and I needs to make her happy.
burned over him and escaped eax:b Prank James he talked animatedly. —®ut it's the things she doee
time in a hall of bullets, a few days "They' were remarkable men, all." not need that a wolua< needs to make
her happy.
-r*. -V-
He—But she
everything she
"Who's going to take you to the
dance tonight?" asked Emily Barnes'
mother at the supper table,
Emily hesitated a moment
".Mr. Sands," she replied Anally.
Her father looked up interestedly.
"That young chap who's trying
scientific farming on the Williams'
place? I must be on hand to meet
him tonight.'
-Vow. daddy, dear, please don't start
that again " pleaded Emily. "Every
time a really nice young man comes to
see me, you get busy. You act as It
he was your long-lost son-in-law, and,
of course. that disgusts any decent
fellow. What makes you do It?"
"It's this way," placidly explained
her father. Your grandfather was al-
lays so cool to me each time I went
courting your mother that It made me
wilder than ever to get her, so I de-
cided I'd use the other plan and be
polite to the young chaps that
they'd quit coming for lack of oppo-
sition. I don't want to lose my little
girl yet."
Then and there Emily resolved that
If it were possible, she would keep her
father and young Sands apart. It
they never met, she reasoned, then
her father could not. by his extremely
clever methods, disgust him so he
would come no longer.
Accordingly that evening she met
the young man at the door with:
"I'm all ready, you see."
"Am I late?" he asked, with a be-
wildered look at her cloak and gloves.
"Not at all. But Mrs. Carman asked
me to come early to help her with the
decorations. Lovely night, isn't It?" ae
she descended the steps with the as-
tonished, but distinctly happy Mr.
Many were the subterfuges to which
Emily was forced to resort in the next
few weeks to keep her father and
young Sands apart, but always she
succeeded. Each day the young man
was growing more devoted and ap-
pearing at her side whenever she ven-
tured outside her gate.
Came the first day of May, fragrant
with apple blossoms and musical with
the hum of bees. The young people
planned a May day picnic. The girl*
were to spend the afternoon gathering
wild flowers in the woods near the
village, and at supper time the young
men were to appear, carrying the
baskets of lunch previously prepared
by the feminine rontingent.
At five o'clock of the eventful day,
the girls, laden with spring blossoms,
were grouped about Mrs. Carter, their
Jolly little chaperone, watching the
group of youths hastening down the
road toward them.
^ "Here we are!" shouted Joe Baker.
"I made them let me lead the proces-
sion after Billy Sands had to fall out,
and I had to carry two baskets."
"Whfcre Is Billy Sands?" asked er<t
erybody all at once.
"At home, nursing a sick cow or a
alio, or something. Anyway, it's
something that swallowed an ear of
corn or a can of soup or something.",
answered truthful Joe. "They rame
running out for him as we passed his
farm. He was awfully sorry to miss
the fun—I speak for his piece of cake
now," he finished, thereby starting a
young riot.
Emily's lips were smiling, but her
heart felt queer and heavy as she gath-
ered the bottie of olives and escaped
to a broad stump to open them.
"What is the matter with me?" sh«
asked herself desperately. "I never
was this upset about a man before. If
it hurts this much now. what will it *
be when father sends him right about
face? There's Just one thing to do
and that Is to quit him right now."
She returned the olives to the noisy
youngsters around the campflre and
murmured about going to the spring
to wash her hands.
Even at that distance the laughing
voices sounded plainly, drowning the
noise of approaching footsteps.
Then a voice at Emily's shoulder be-
gan: "Miss Emily, I'm so sorry"—
and she turned to find the only man In
the world close beside her.
"Oh," she said, and held out her
hands as a child might have done. The
man, with a choking cry of "Sweet-
heart!" gathered them close.
Then he blurted out boyishly: "I've
met your father."
"Not really?" she gasped. '
Young Sands was amazed.
"You don't understand, sweetheart,**
he explained. "He—he liked me. I
know he did. I'd always been afraid
he despised me, because—because you
never introduced me to him.
Emily was sobbing now, her face in
her hands. She believed she could see
in advance the sordid finish to her
fairy story.
"Are you crying because I met your
father?" asked Billy Sands quietly.
"Yes," gulped Emily truthfully.
The young man grasped a tree trunk
for support.
"Perhaps you'd rather I went away
where I .could not trouble you and
your people," he hazarded shakily.
"If you only would." choked Emily.
"I'll do it," he promised. "I love
you well enough for evon that."
Emily's hands fell away, her wet lit-
tle face aglow with joy.
"Honestly, Billy? Then it doesn't
matter if father does make a parade
over you." And she finished her stam-
mering story on his shoulder, his arms
tightly holding her.
"The sly old fox," laughed joyous
Billy Sands.
(Copyright, 191C. by the MrClurs Newspa-
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