The Helena Star (Helena, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 17, 1922 Page: 3 of 8
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THE HELENA STAR HELENA OKLAHOMA
THE
“HURRYl"
BTNOP8I8— At Thornton Fulr-
clilld'i dentil his ion Hobart lenrni
tliare hna boon a dark period In
hli fatlier'a Ufa which for almoat
thirty yeara haa caused him suffer-
ing The secret Is hinted at In a
document left by the elder Fair-
child which also informs Robert
be Is now owner of a mining claim
In Colorado and advising him to
see Henry Beamish a lawyer
Beamish tells Robert his claim a
silver mine Is at Ohadl thirty-
eight miles from Denver He also
warns him against a certain man
"Squint" Rodalns his father's en-
emy Robert decides to go to Ohadl
CHAPTER III
Three weeks Inter Robert Fairchild
hat In the smoking compartment of
the Overland Limited looking at the
Rocky mountains In the distance In
his pocket were a few hundred dol-
lars In the bank In Indlnnapolis a
few thousand representing the final
proceeds of the sale of everything that
had connected him with a rather
dreary past Out before him—
Three weeks had created a meta-
morphosis In whnt bad been a plod-
ding matter-of-fact man with dreams
which did not extend beyond his led-
gers and Ills gloomy home— but now a
man leaning Ills head against the win-
dow of a rushing train staring ahead
toward the Rockies and -the rainbow
they held for him Back to the place
where his father had gone with
dreams aglow ws the son traveling
now— hack Into the rumpled moun-
tains where the blue lmze hung low
and protecting ns though over myste-
ries and treasures which awaited one
man and one alone Jt fMUH Fair-
child It caused his heart to tug and
pull— nor could be tell exactly why
The hills came closer Still closer
then when It seemed that the train
nust plunge straight Into them they
rew away again as though through
tome optical illusion and brooded In
tie background as the long trans-
continental train began to bang over
t le frogs and switches as It made Its
entrance Into Denver Fairchild went
through the long chute and to a ticket
window
“When enn I get a train for Ohadl?"
The ticket seller smiled "You can't
get one"
"But the map shows that a railroad
runs there—"
“Ran there you mean” chaffed the
clerk “The best you can do Is to
get to Forks Creek and walk the rest
of the way That’s a narrow-gauge
line and Clear creek's been on a ram-
page It took out about two hundred
feet of trestle and there won't be
train Into Ohadl for a week Stranger
out here?"
"Very much of one"
“Tn a hurry to get to Ohadl?"
"Yes"
"Then you can go uptown and hire
a taxi— they!ve got big cars for moun-
tain work and there are good roads
nil the way It’ll cost fifteen or
twenty dollars Or—”
Fairchild smiled "Give me the other
system If you've got one I’m not ter-
ribly long on cash— for taxis"
“Certainly No use spending flint
money If you've got a little pep and
It Isn’f a matter of life or death Go
up to the Central loop— anybody can
direct you— and eateh a street car for
Golden That eats up fifteen mfips
and leaves just twenty-three miles
more Then ask somebody to point
out the road over Mount Lookout
Machines go along there every few
minutes— no trouble at all to catch a
ride You’ll be In Ohndi la no time"
Fairchild obeyed the Instructions
and In the baggage room recheeked his
trunk to follow him lightening his
traveling bag at the Same time until
it carried only necessities A lunch-
eon then the street car Three quar-
ters of an hour Inter he begnn thq
five-mile trudge up the broad smooth
carefully groomed automobile high
way which masters Mount Lookout
rumbling sound behind him then he
stepped to one side a grimy truck
driver leaned out to shout as he
passed :
“Want a lift? Hop on I Can'
stop— too much grade"
A running leap and Fairchild seat-
ed himself on the tailboard of the
truck swinging his legs and looking
out over the fading plains ns the
truck roared and clattered upward
along the twisting mountain road
Upward still upward! The town
below became merely a checkerboard
thing the lnke a dot of gleaming sil-
ver the stream a scintillating ribbon
stretching off Into the foothills
turn and they skirted a tremendous
valley Its slopes falling nway In sheer
descents from the roadway A dark
ened moist stretch of road fringed by
pines then a Jogging Journey over roll
Ing table-land At last came a'voice
from the driver’s seat
“Turn off up here at Genesee moun-
tain Which wav do you go?”
"Trying to get to Ohadl" Fairchild
shouted it above the roar of the en-
gine The driver waved a hand for-
ward “Keep to the main road Drop off
when I make the turn”
“Thanks for the lift”
“Aw forget It”
The truck wheeled from the mnln
road and chugged away leaving Fair-
child afoot making as much progress
as possible toward his goal until good
fortune should bring a swifter means
of locomotion Suddenly he wheeled
Behind him sounded the swift droning
of a motor ent-out open aa It rushed
GRO
By Courtney
Copyright by Little
forward along the road— and the noise
told a story of speed
Far at the brow of a steep hill It
appeared seeming to hang In space
for an Instant before leaping down-
nrd Rushing plunging once skid-
ding dangerously at a small curve It
made the descent bumped over a
bridge was lost for a second In the
pines then sped toward him a big
touring cur with a small resolute
figure clinging to the wheel Then
with a report like a revolver shot the
nmchlnp suddenly slewed In drunken
fashion far to one side of the road
hung dangerously over the steep cliff
nn Instant righted Itaelf swayed for-
ward and stopped barely twenty-five
yards away Staring Robert Fair-
child saw that a small trim figure had
leaped forth and was waving excited-
ly to him and he ran forward
His first glance had proclaimed It a
boy the second had told a different
story A girl— dressed In far different
fashion from Robert Fulrclilld’s lim-
ited specifications of feminine garb—
she caused him to gasp In surprise
then to stop and stare Again she
waved a hand and stamped a font ex-
citedly a vehement little thing In a
snug whipcord riding habit and a
checkered cap pulled tight over close-
ly braided hair she awaited him with
all the Impatience of Impetuous wom-
anhood "For goodness’ sake come here!"
she called ns he still stood gaping
I'll give you five dollars llurry I"
Fairchild managed to voice the fact
that he would be willing to help with-
out reqiuneration as he hurried for-
ward She dived for the tonneau
jerking with all her strength at the
heavy sent cushion as he stepped to
the running board beside her
“Can’t get this dinged thing up!"
she panted “Alwnys sticks when
you're in a hurry That’s It I Jerk It
Thanks I Here!" She reached for-
ward and -a small sun-tanned hand
grasped a greasy jack “Slide under
the back axle and put this Jack In
place will you? And rush It! I've
got to change a tire In nothing flat!
llurry 1”
Fairchild almost before he knew It
found himself under the rear of the
cur fussing with a refractory lifting
jack and trying to keep his eyes from
the view of trimly clad brown-shod
little feet as they pattered about at
the side of the car hurried to the run-
ning board then stopped as wrenches
and a hammer cluttered to the
ground Then one shoe was raised
to press tight against a wheel metal
touched metal a feminine gasp sound-
ed ns strength was exerted tn vain
then eddying dust as the foot stamped
necompnnied by an exasperated ejacu
latlon
“Ding these old lugs I They’re rust-
ed I Got that jack In place yet?"
“Yes! I'm raising the car now"
“Oh plense hurry" There was
pleading in the tone now "Please!'
The car creaked upward Out came
Fairchild brushing the dust from his
clothes But already the girl was
pressing the lug wrench into his
hands
“Don’t mind that dirt" came her
exclamation "I’ll— I'll give you some
extra money to get your suit cleaned
Loosen those lugs while I get the
spare tire off the back And for good-
ness’ sake please hurry I"
Astonishment had taken away
speech for Fairchild He could only
wonder— nnd obey while behind him
Staring Wonderlngly at
Bill
a Ten-Dollar
a girl In whipcord riding habit and
close-pulled cap fidgeted first on one
tan-clad foot then on the other anx
lously watching the road behind her
nnd calling constantly for speed
At last the Job was finished the girl
fastening the useless shoe behind the
machine while Fairchild tightened the
last of the lugs Then as he straight-
ened a small figure shot to his side
took the wrench from his hand and
sent It with the other tools clatter-
ing Into the tonneau A tiny band
went Into a pocket something that
crinkled was shoved into the man
grasp and while he stood there gasp-
ing she leaped to the driver's seat
slammed the door spun the starter
until It whined and with open cut-
out roaring again was off and away
Ryley Cooper
Brows A Co
rocking down the mountuln side
around a curve nnd out qf sight-
while Fairchild merely stood (here
slarlng wonderlngly at a ten-dollnr
hill!
A noise from the rear growing
louder and the amazed man turned
to see a second muchlne filled with
men careening toward him Fifty
feet away the brakes creaked nnd the
big automobile came to a skidding
dust-throwing slop A sun-browned
man In a Stetson hut metal bndge
gleaming from benenth his coat
leaned forth
"Which way did he go?"
"He?" Robert Fairchild stared
"Yeh Didn't a man just pass here
In an automobile? Whorc'd he go-
straight on the main road or off on
the circuit trail?"
"It— It wasn't a man It— It was a
boy Just about fifteen yenrs old”
"Sure?"
"Oh yes—" Fairchild was swim-
ming In deep water now "I got a
good look at him He— he took thut
road off to the left"
It was the opposite one to which
the hurrying fugitive In whipcord lmd
taken There was doubt in the Inter-
rogator's eyes
Sure of that?" he queried “I'm
the sheriff of Arapahoe county That’s
aa auto bandit uiieud of us We-
"Well I wouldn't swear to It There
was another machine ahead and
lost ’em both for a second down there
by the turn"
"Probably him nil right" The voice
came from the tonneau ‘‘"Maybe he
figured to give us the slip and get
back to Denver"-
Let's go!" The sheriff was press-
ing a foot on the accelerator Down
the hill went the car to skill then to
make a short turn on to the road
which led away from the scent leav-
ing behind a mnn standing In the
middle Of the road staring at a ten-
dollar bill— and wondering why he
had lied I
CHAPTER IV
Wonderment which got nowhere
The sheriff’s car returned before Fair-
child reached the bottom of the grade
and again stopped to survey the scene
of defeat
"Dangerous character?" Fairchild
hardly knew why he asked the ques-
tion The sheriff smiled grimly
“If It was the fellow we were after
he was plenty dangerous We were
trailing him on word from Denver-
described the car and said he'd pulled
daylight hold-up on a pay-wagon
for the Smelter company— so when
the car went through Golden we took
up the trail a couple of blocks behind
He kept the same speed for a little
while until one of my deputies got a
little anxious nnd took a shot nt n
tire Mnn how he turned on the juice!
I thought that thing was a jack rabbit
the way It went up the hill I I guess
It's us back to the office”
The automobile went Its way then
nnd Fairchild his still wondering
And so thoroughly did the Incident en-
gross him that It was not until a truck
had come to a full stop behind him
and a driver mingled a shout with the
tooting of his horn that he turned to
allow Its passage
"Didn't hear you old man" he npol
oglzed "Could you give a fellow
lift?”
"Guess so" It was friendly even
though a bit disgruntled "hop on"
And Fairchild hopped once more to
sit tvs the tailboard swinging his legs
but this time his eyes snw the ever-
changfng scenery without noticing It
In spite of himself Fairchild found
hlmseif constantly staring at a vision
of a pretty girl tn a riding habit with
dark-brown lrnlr straying about
equally dark-brown eyes almost fren-
zied In her efforts to change a tire In
time to elude a pursuing sheriff Some
wny It nil didn’t blend If she hadn'
committed some sort of depredation
against the law why on earth was she
willing to part with ten dollars mere-
ly to save a few moments In changing
a tire and thus elude-a sheriff? If
there had been nothing wrong could
not a moment of explanation have sat-
isfied anyone of the fact?
It was too much for anyone nnd
Falrchiid knew It Yet he clung grim-
ly to the mystery as the truck clut-
tered on mile after mile A small
town gradually was coming Into view
A mile more then the truck stopped
with a Jerk
“Where you bound for pardner?"
"Ohadl” -
“That’s It straight ahead I turn
off here Miner?"
Fairchild shrugged Ills shoulders
and nodded noncommittally
“Just thought I’d ask Plenty
work around here for single and
double Jackers Things are beginning
to look np a bit— at least In silver”
“Thanks Do you know a good place
to stop?”
"Yeh Mother Howard’s boarding
house Everybody goes there sooner
or Inter You’ll see It on the left-hand
side of the street before you get
the main block Good old girl knows
how to treat anybody In the mining
game from operators on down She
was here when mining was mining I"
Fairchild lifted his bag from the
rear of the vehicle waved a farewell
to the driver nnd started Into the vil
Inge' And then tire vision of the girl
departed momentarily to give place
to other thoughts other pictures of
day long gone
CUT
Hie sun was slanting low throwing
deep shadows from the hlllx Inin the
little valley with Its chattering milk-
Idle Blreum softening the senrg of
the mountains with their great refuse
(lumps reminders of hopes of twenty
yenrs before and as bnre of vegeta-
tion ns In the days when the pick and
gad mid drill of llie prospector lore
the rock loose from Its hiding place
under the surface of the ground The
rub pines of tho almost barren
mountains took on a flultier softer
tone the Jutting rocks melted nway
Into their own slindows It was a pic-
ture of pence and of memories
And It had been here flint Thornton
Fulrcldld back In the nineties had
dreamed Ills dreams and fought Ids
fight A sudden cramping caught the
son’s heart nnd It pounded with some-
thing akin to fear The old forebod-
ing of Ids father's letter lmd come
upon him the mysterious thread of
Hint elusive Intangible Thing greut
enough to break the will and resist-
ance of a strong man nnd turn him
Into a weakling— silent white-haired
—sitting by a window wultlng for
death What had It been? Why had
It mine upon his futher? How could
It he fought? lie brushed away the
beady perspiration with t gesture al-
most of anger then with a look of re-
lief turned In at a small white gate
toward a big rumbling building which
proclaimed Itself by the sign on the
door to be Mother Howard's boarding
bouse
A moment of walling then he faced
gray-haired kindly faced woman
“He’s— He's Gone Mrs Howard"
who stared at him with wide-open
eyes as she stood hands on hips be-
fore him
"Don't you tell me I don't know
you I If you ain't a Fairchild I'll
never feed another miner corned beef
nnd cabbage as long as I live Ain'
you now?" she persisted "ain’t you
Fairchild?”
The man laughed In spite of him-
self “You guessed It"
“You're Thornton Fairchild's boy!
She lmd reached out for his lmndliug
nnd then bustling about him drew
him Into the big “parlor" "Didn't I
know you the minute I saw you?
Land you're the picture of your dad I
Bakes alive how Is he?"
There was a moment of silence
Fairchild found himself suddenly halt-
ing and boyish as he stood before her
“He’s— he’s gone Mrs Howard”
"Dead?" She put up both hands
"It don’t seem possible And me re-
membering him looking just like you
full of life and strong and—”
“Our pictures of him are a good deal
different I— I guess you knew hltn
when everything was all right for him
Tilings were different after he got
home again"
Mother Howard looked quickly
about her then with a swift motion
closed the door
“Son" she asked In a low voice
"didn't he ever get over It?"
“It?” Fairchild felt that he stood
on the threshold of discoveries “What
do you menu?”
“Didn’t he ever tell you anything
Son?”
“No I-"
“Well there wasn’t any need to"
But Mother Howard's sudden embar-
rassment her change of color told
Fairchild It wasn’t the truth “He Just
had a little bad luck out here that
was all His— his mine pinched out
just when he'd thought he'd Btruck It
rich— or something like that"
“Are you sure that Is the truth?"
For a second they faced each other
Robert Fairchild serious and Intent
Mother Howard looking at him with
eyes defiant yet compassionate Sud-
denly they twinkled the lips broke
from their straight line into a smile
nnd a kindly old band reached out to
take him by the arm
“Don’t you stand there and try to
tell Mother Howard she don't know
what she's talking about 1" came lu
tones of mock severity “Henr me?
Now you get up them steps and wash
np for dinner Take the first room on
the right It’s a nice cheery place”
In his room Fairchild tried not to
think His brain was becoming too
crammed with queries with strange
happenings nnd with aggravating mys-
ticisms of the life Into which bis fa-
ther’s death had thrown him to per-
mit clearness of vision Even
in
Mother Howard be had not been able
to evnps It aha told all too plainly
both by her actions and her words
that she knew something of the mys-
tery of the post— nnd hud falsified to
keep Hie knowledge from him
It was too galling for thought Rob-
ert Fairchild hnxtlly nmde Ills toilet
then answered the ringing of the din-
ner bell to be Introduced to strong-
sliouldered men who gathered about
Hie long tables Cornlslinien who
talked nn "li-less" language ruddy-
faced Americans nnd a sprinkling of
English all of whom conversed about
things which were to Fairchild ns so
much Greek— of "levels" and “slopes"
nnd "winzes" of "skips" nnd “man-
ways" mid "rises" which mount noth-
ing to the mnn who yet must master
them all If he were to follow hla am-
bit Ion
Robert Fairchild spoke hut seldom
except to nrknowledge the Introduc-
tions as Mother Jlownrd made him
known to each of his table mutes But
It wns not aloofness from the first
the newcomer lmd liked the men
nhout him liked the roegedness the
mingling of culture with the lack of
It liked the enthusiasm the muscle
and brawn liked them all— all but two
Instinctively from tbe first men-
tion of his name he felt they were
watching him two men who sat far
In the rottr of the big fining room
older than the other occupants far
less Inviting In appearance One was
small though chunky In build with
sandy hair and eyebrows with weak
filmy blue eyes over which the lids
blinked constantly The other black-
hulred with streaks of gray powerfid
In his build and with a wnlnis-llke
mustache drooping over hard lips was
the sort ot antithesis nuturully to be
found In the company of the smaller
sandy complexloncd man Who they
were what they were Fairchild did
not know except from the general
attributes which told that they too fol-
lowed the great gamble of mining But
one thing was certain they watched
him throughout the meal they talked
about hint In low tones and censed
when Mother Howard came near they
seemed to recognize In him someone
who brought both curiosity and Innate
enmity to the surface And more
long before the rest had finished their
meal they rose and left the room In-
tent apparently upon some Important
mission
After that Fairchild nte with less
of a relish In his mind was the cer-
tainty that these two men knew him—
or at least knew about him— and that
they did not relish his presence Nor
were his suspicions long In being ful-
filled Hardly hnd he reached the
hall when the beckoning eyes of
Mother Howard signaled to him In-
stinctively he waited for the other
diners to pass him then looked eager-
ly toward Mother Howard as she once
more approached
"I don’t know what you’re doing
here" came shortly "but I want to"
Fairchild straightened "There Isn’t
much to tell you" he answered quiet-
ly “My father left nte the Blue Poppy
mine In his will Tin here to work it"
“Know anything about mining?"
"Not a thing"
"Or the people you’re liable to hav
to buck up against?"
"Very little"
"Then Son” ' and Mother Howard
laid a kindly hand on his arm "what-
ever you do keep your plans to your-
self nnd don't talk too much And
what's more If you happen to get
Into communication with Bllndeye
Bozemnn nnd Taylor Bill lie your
bend off Maybe you saw ’em a sandy-
lml red fellow nnd a big man with a
black mustache sitting at the back
of the room?" Fairchild nodded
“Well stay away from them They
belong to 'Squint' Rodalne Know
hltn?"
She shot the question sharply
Again Fulrehlld nodded
‘T've heard the name Who Is he?"
A voice called to Mother Howard
from the dining room She turned
away then leaned close to Robert
Fairchild “He’s a miner and he’s al-
ways been a miner Right now he's
mixed up with some of the biggest
people In town He's alwnys been a
mnn to be afraid of— and be was your
father’s worst enemy I”
Then leaving Fairchild staring after
her she moved on to her duties In
the kitchen
“Rodaloe’s a rattlesnake
-son's' a rattlesnake"
His
(TO BE CONTINUED)
New Type of Power Shovel
It has long been recognized that to
meet certain conditions a gasoline
driven power shovel would have ad-
vantages over machines using other
forms of power Many attempts have
been made patterned mostly after tha
steam sbovet to adapt gasoline power
to this type of machine but all of
them have been open to criticism
Now however a new type of gnsollne
power shovel described In Popular
Mechanics has been placed on the
market which Is a radical departure
from the accepted designs In this
machine which has successfully
passed Its preliminary trials all pow-
er Is supplied from one slow-speed
gasoline engine and there are no mo-
tors engines or clutches on the boom
Tha dipper can be put through any
motions possible with the steam shov-
el even to the shaking of the dipper
to free It of sticky material The
boom may be raised or lowered In the
usual manner while the swing Is con-
trolled by a separate clutch The
shovel Is mounted on tractor treada
and Is self-propelled
The first machine gun was lnventet
by M du Perron of Lyons France 1
I was rejected by Louis XVI as being
too murderous
CROPS ALL GOOD
Western Canada Farmers Jubi-
lant Over Prospects
Harvest In Southwestern Manltoti
Expected to Come Close to
Bumper Yield of ISIS
Those who have friends In Western
Cimuda will bo nnxlous to learn ot
the condtthms there and will he In-
terested In knowing thut generally tha
crop prospect Is very favorable Cut-
ting and harvesting have become gen-
eral und It Is anticipated tlmt tho re-
sults which will appear when thrash-
ing Is completed will bo highly sails'
factory
With the widely varying weather
conditions that have prevailed In the
different sections of the prulrle prov-
inces It would be Impossible to fore-
cast with any degree of accuracy aa to
how the crop is made Tho Manitoba
crop has held Its own nnd the outlook
for the province ns n whole Is decided-
ly good
With the exception of sn area south
nnd west of Brandon grain crops In
Manitoba continue to give promises
of a good harvest the best In fact for
a number of seasons reports the Cana-
dian Nutloniil Railways for the week
ended July 22 Recent rains and favor-
able temperatures have Improved con-
ditions wonderfully
Southwestern Muultolm will renp a
harvest which will nearly equal the
bumper harvest of 1013 Farmers In
the district are very optimistic The
rye crop Is exceptionally good mnny
fluids will yield upwards of 30 bushels
per acre The fields nre renmrknhly
free of weeds and the grasshopper
menace which has been evident In the
southwestern portlou of the province
for the past three yenrs has beet
almost entirely obliterated No dam-
age hng been done to the wheat crop
by rust and the oats crop will aver-
age more than CO bushels to the acre
In Saskatchewan there are lnrge
areas where the crops are excellent
In plticus where the prospects some
few weeks ago were not encouraging
material change for the better is np
parent In these places unusually dry
weather during a portion of the grow-
Ing season kept the crops back hut
wliut was most remarkable wns the
effect that the spring moisture had
While light In some places this mois-
ture kept sufficient strength In the
growing crops to ensure a fair yield
of a good quality of grain This con-
dition arises In the mid-central dis-
tricts of tho province
The southern portions of the prov-
ince have been exceptionally favored
reports showing that the yield of all
grains will be wonderfully good
The crops of all Saskatchewan nre
week or ten days later than those
of Manitoba
Conditions In Alberta nre said to be
good especially In southern Alberta
where copious nnd plentiful showers
came In time to give assurance of
good paying yields This applies to
nearly all sections of that district
Northern Alberta or at least tlmt
portion of It lying within thirty miles
of Edmonton has suffered from lack of
moisture a very unusual thing for
that district where there Is generally
an abundance As a result the heavy
yields of wheat onts and barley for
which the district Is noted will show
considerable falling off over past years
The grain though Is of excellent
quality and the yield will be fair
Pasturage Is poor and the hay crop
will fall short of tlmt of any previous
year for quite an extended period
On the whole the prairie provinces
of Western Canada wilt have a crop
that will warrant the statement that It
will prove satisfactory and remuner-
ative A number of fnrmers put In corn
this year and from present appear-
ances there is a likelihood of an
abundant yield for fodder and ensi-
lage while n good deal of It will fully
mature A number of silos were
erected this season While grain grow-
ing is losing none of Its Interest It
Is highly pleasing to note the number
of farmers who are adding dairying to
the grain growing Industry— Adver-
tisement Rheostat for Vacuum Tubes
Rheostats for controlling the cur-
rent In vacuum tubes nnd construct-
ed for mounting on panels varying
from one-eighth to one-hnlf Inch In
thickness nre now being manufac-
tured by a Milwaukee (Wls) concern
says nn Illustrated article In Popular
Mechanics Magazine Two styles one
with vernier adjustment for detector
tubes nnd the other for nmpllfier
tubes are available both designed for
nn operating range from zero to four
ohms
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Watkins and Sons. The Helena Star (Helena, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 17, 1922, newspaper, August 17, 1922; Helena, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1726836/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.