The Quinlan Mirror. (Quinlan, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 32, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 22, 1908 Page: 2 of 4
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QUINLAN MIRROR.
W. B. Tipton, Pub.
QUINLIN,
OKLA
Make a Beginning.
How often men aro heard to Bay,
"Well, next year I Bhall begin to
save," or "Next year I intend to load
a better life." They are constantly de
ferring the time for practically en
forcing their good resolutions. There
la no time like the present to begin
to do well. If your habits need re-
forming, begin their reformation now
If you are extravagant, this very day
Is the proper time to begin to save
money; If your companions are dls
solute, and their example bad, Bhun
them from this moment; If you are
nnxions to succced In life, to accumu-
late wealth, decide upon a feasible
plan which promises success, and
make a beginning. Industry and per-
«everanco will enable you to overcome
many obstacles which now appear al-
most insurmountable, Bays the Now
York Weekly. From small beginnings
many of the grandest enterprises of
the world have sprung, and most of
ihe wealthy men of the age owe their
fortunes chiefly to the fact that they
ftiade a beginning. The founder of St.
Luke's hospital, the late Itev. William
Augustus Muhlenberg, author of the
hymn, "I Would Not Live Alway," sug-
gested from his pulpit, In 1846, 62
years ago, the necessity of such an
Institution for Ihe relief of the sick.
The first collection for the purpose
was mado, and it amounted to the In-
significant Bum of |31. "When do you
expect to complete your hospital?" a
friend asked, smiling at tho small
sum. "Never!" promptly answered
Dr. Muhlenberg, "never, If I do not
make a beginning." Eight years after-
ward the foundation atone of St.
Luke's hospital was laid; in 1857 the
chapel was opened for divine service,
and patients were admitted May 13,
1868. In 1857 Dr. Muhlenberg became
Its superintendent and pastor, and
held this position at the time of his
death, April 8, 1877. From that Httle
Bum of $31—that Bmall beginning—
thero came in due time one of the best-
managed institutions of the kind in
Ihe country, a credit to the city of
New York, and an enduring monument
to the memory of its founder.
IROtfWAY
TALE OT THE BUILDERS
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SYNOPSIS.
Friend of the Farmer's Wife.
The farmer's wife will now feel that
thero is one man in the country who
understands her position and be tho
highest in authority. Farmers' wives
grow old before their time and farm-
ers' daughters cannot help noticing It
and dreading to follow in their moth-
ers' footBteps. "If you have to drop
Borne one, drop one hired bund rather
than the hired girl," Bald tho presi-
dent. The advice is good, but the
trouble Is to get the one hired girl in
the first place. The dlstfcste of domes-
tics for country life, and especially
life on the farm, has greatly Intensi-
fied rural problems, and that as much
as anything has helped to depopulate
the rural sections. Tho housewife of
1 o-day, remarks the Boston Transcript,
is thus Inverse plight than she was
40 years ago. We believe this Is a
transition period and that a remedy
will be found, though as yet it is not
plainly in sight. Leisure, recreation,
social Intercourse are the right and
the need of country mothers and
daughters, and not until some way of
securing thes« In reasonable measure
is found will the farm problem be
solved.
The story opens during a trip of the
Uvorlanrt Mull" throuKh the ltocky
mountains. "Uncle Billy" Dodge, stago
driver, Alfred Vincent, a young inun, and
t'nlneaa Cttdwallader, Introduced. They
come ucroHH the remains of u massacre.
Later at Anthony's station they tlnd tho
redskin*) havo carried their destructive
work thero also. Stella Anthony, daugh
ter of Anthony, keeper of station, Is In
traduced. Anthony has been killed.
Vincent Is assigned his work In unearth-
ing plans of enemies of railroad being
built. Ho returns to Stella, each show-
ing signs of love for the other. Stella
hoars from her lever, Oldeon, and of Ills
phenomenal success. Kinds letter of Im
portance Involving plans of opposition
roM. i '!• >t to destroy company's ship
Flora 1h unearthed and Incriminating
evidence against Cadwallader found
Phlneua Cadwallader faces prison on
charge of wire tapping. A perfect chain
of evidence connects 1dm with plot to
blow up "Flora," Banquet In railroad
town Ih scone of monopolization of Alfred
by a Miss Hamilton. Mrs. "Sully" Jfer
nard announces riches. Gideon makes
threat against Alfred's life. Quickly
leaves town on best procurable horse In
search of Vincent. Race to beat opposl
tion company's stage a success. Stella
falls to hear of Gideon. Stella receives
a letter: "i'romlso to marry Gideon In-
gram or Alfred Vincent will die." After
conference Stella decides to flee. Years
pussj. Stella becomes known us Esther
Anthony, becomes a rich woman, edu-
cates herself at Vassar and steps into
highest Sun Francisco society, Kidnup-
ng changes Alfred greatly and when
he and Stella meet In 'Frisco society, she
passes him without recognition. Stella's
love for Alfred and Ills for her is revived.
However, neither shows recognition of
the fact to the other. Anthony romance
Is unfolded, showing Gideon, who loved
Stella, to be her own cousin. Alvin Car-
ter, Viola s lover when the Bernards were
Joor visits thein and Sully B, consents
to their marriage, despite the fact that
several sons of rich sires are asking the
girls hand. The Bernards lose their
riches and Sally B. again becomes a ho-
telkeeper, Viola marrying Alvin Carter.
&? , vIs<<s 8"Hy 15- and sees "Uncle
V.y'J 1 'ecldes to cease waiting fur
Alfred and says silo will devote her life
to charity.
The victims of leprosy are now the
only physical defectives who are
treated still as they were in the medi-
eval times. They inspire an almost
BuperstltiouB terror in the clean of
flesh. More scientific study Is re-
quired and a more humane method of
dealing with the sufferers. There can
be no doubt that leprosy is much com-
moner than is generally supposed, for
Its period of incubation is unusually
long, and it often falls to announce
itself definitely for years. Until ade-
quate provision is made for the vic-
tims, however, declares the Chicago
Record-Herald, they will continue to
spread the plague among their neigh-
bors. State governments have been
Blow to make the necessary provisions
for their comfort. The federal authori-
ties would Beem to be In a better po-
sition to deal with tho situation.
Now they are proposing to put con-
crete hummocks across every good
Long Island road on each side of every
railroad crossing. It may be neces-
sary, too, remarks the New York
World, to^spoil the roads to keep a
comparatively few speed hogs from
killing themselves or others, but—
what a pity!
W© should like to know more In re-
gard to that Idaho wheat which yields
222 bushels to the acre before believ-
ing all the stories we hear about It.
Perhaps it Is being raised by some
amateur farmer who doesn't know the
difference between wheat and pump-
kins.
It is not generally known that Stan-
ley, the famous explorer, was a waif
and that his original name was John
Rowlands. He was born near Den-
bigh, Wales, in 1840.
CHAPTER XXX.—Continued.
The man ate hungrily, and finished
with a surly "Thank you."
"Which way are you going?"
"West."
"We'll take yo' weepon, an' watch ye
a piece out on the track. Shack, you
keep an eye an' a gun on him till he
gits to the turn. Ye needn't come
back fur another meal o' victuals," she
continued to the follow. "If ye do
ye'll find more'n one gun p'inted yore
way. Skedaddle!"
"He's ben layin' round the town fur
weeks, that cuss has; but I missed hint
ylsterday," Shack said as tho man
started off Blowly. "Thought he'd lit
out."
Esther watched him with mingled
aversion and pity; but Sally n. was al
ready In conference with one of the
railroad office boys that "lettered
well," getting out a "Warning!" to be
posted on one of the town's bulletin
spaces. Whatever the reprobate might
next undertake could not be done
there. The town kept open eyes by
night as well as by day.
The Iron train was two hours late,
and tho desert day so alluring that
Esther decided to ride as usual. Im
mediately after the noon dinner her
mount was brought to the door; but
her kindly knight was missing. This
was not alarming. Ills memory often
failed him in the daily routine, when
ho saddled his horse and wandered
alone in the hills hunting for "color,"
but always returned safe; and on such
occasions Esther patiently went
without her ride. But to-day she was
disappointed. She wanted to get away
from the memory of tho morning.
"Had any one seen him go?" she
asked. And Shack, hearing her ques-
tion, told her that "Bill had saddted
not a quarter hour ago, an' lit out west
down the track,"
"I can overtako him, then," she said
to Sally B. as she mounted.
"I don't like ter soe ye start o(I
alone," Sally B. said; yet she was too
fearless herself to suspect danger;
and her protest wt^s perfunctory.
"I'll find Mr. Bernard shortly; don't
worry about me."
"Look out for that there breakfast
guest of our'n. If yon met up with
him, ho might take a shine to you. or
yore mare."
"My lungs are good. And section
men are too plenty and Swift's heels
too nimble for any man on foot to hurt
me," Esther replied nonchalantly.
"Besides, he'll be far toward Wells
by this time. That's his first chance
for supper."
It was good to bo out in the open
this perfect day, to be alone. She
kept on the lookout for her cavalier,
expecting momentarily to overtake
him. Presently she spied him climbing
a high hillside to the north. It looked
hot and breathless over there. She
knew the succession of ridge and hol-
low in that direction. No wide, level
spaces for gallops, no open vistas. She
would have this one long afternoon to
herself, listen for voices that spoke
only to the solitary ear. She rode
slowly, making subconscious notes
of the smooth, trodden pith beside
the track, st places where she would
give the r.iare her head when return-
ing in the cooler afternoon.
A patch of brilliant desert flowers In
a small nook where the melting snow
has been gathered and held caught
her capricious eye. She would be hid-
den from the town here, yet not far
from the track and passing trackmen.
It would be quite safe. Dismounting,
site gathered u great bunch of the sun-
colored blossoms, and lucked them in
hat and habit front. She uncoiled tlie
Mexican hair rope from beneath her
saddle flap; and, giving Swift 40 feet
of freedom, sat down, back to the
track, to memories and day dreams-
day dreams that purloined time un-
heeded, till the iron train thundered
past.
Eyes that caught the vision of beau-
ty in horse and rider silhouetted
against the gray hillside lighted with
sudden appreciation; and one pair
(lamed up curiously, watched eagerly
till the vision vanished, then gloomed
above set teeth and clenched hands.
Esther remounted and resumed her
ride, still slowly. The mood for a
speed had not come. A short distance
farther on she came to a deep, curving
cut. Instantly on entering an uncan-
ny sensation possessed her, a presenti-
ment of danger. Yet she derided her-
self, and touched Swift to a lope. Had
not the train just passed? What
menace could arrive in ten minutes?
Along the banks were a few cave-
like depressions cut for some purpose
by the graders. As Esther rounded
the curve a fleeting glimpse of a horse-
man coming toward the cut from the
other end was interrupted by the
voice of a man who sprang from one
of the little holes and caught her
bridle rein.
I'll trouble you for that sparkler,
miss; and don't take too much time
left. 1 got yer things all packed!"
The train stood on the track less
than a stone's throw dlstr-*, its time
Just up. The conductor cu„.e forward
as Esther dismounted.
"Will you go. Miss Anthony? I'll
hold her ten minutes for you."
"Thank you. Yes, I'll go. Five min-
utes will do."
With Sally B.'s help she changed to
another gown and sped downstairs.
"You're lightning, sure!" the con-
ductor said with respectful approval,
as ho took her bags, helped her into
tho high boxcar, made her as comfort-
able as he could, and went about his
train work.
Following a half-hour behind the
iron train, the little engine struggled
noisily along for a time, dragging its
Btring of loaded cars, when it came
to a sudden halt on a mountain side
grade. Around a curve and just be-
yond, the track left the mountain and
crossed a gorge over a trestle. The
forward brakeinan came running back
with blanched face and a ghastly mes-
"The treptle's gone down! the iron
train's wrecked and piled up down
there!" he finished, pointing with a
trembling finger forward.
CHAPTER XXXI.
Ambrosia In Arcadia.
Passengers and trainmen went for-
ward to investigate. Left alone,
Esther leaned far out of the door and
peered forward, but could see nothing
of them. In front the train curved
out of sight around the shoulder of the
mountain. An undulating sweep of
white sand and gray sage brush
stretched on either side to the hori-
zon—that was all. Breathless and ap-
prehensive, she waited. She could
hear the steady hiss of escaping steam,
an occasional shout far beyond; for
the rest, desert silence.
It was late in the afternoon, yet the
sand reflected the heat In pulsing
waves, burning her cheek. She
climbed down after a little and walked
W&
¥
getting off your glove. Keep them
ruby lips shut, too, I might add by
way of friendly advice.
Esther was looking into the barrel
of a pistol held by the man she had
that morning served with coffee. It
was not courage that came quicker
than reason to her; rather, a swift
inger that this creature should pre-
sume to molest her.
How dare you?" she cried fearless-
ly, striking the hand on her bridle a
stinging blow with her whip. In the
Instant of surprise and pain that made
him release her, she whirlod the mare
on two feet and was off.
Three shots rang out behind her.
She heard the whizz of a bullet peril-
ously near, yet raced wildly on, every
sense alert to keep her horse's feet
from pitfalls. No sounds followed
her. She knew the man would not
dare show himself, would probably
hide from the other rider if possible;
and the mare was putting the miles
behind her in marvelously few min-
utes.
Esther began to breathe more free-
ly. Near the town she slowed to a
walk and looked back. Neither mis-
creant nor horseman could b<a seen.
She stopped to put herself to lights.
Her heart was beating fast, yet as
much from the rapid riding as from
fear, she told herself. All had hap-
pened so quickly, it now scarcely
seemed real. Dread of making a scene
was stronger than fear for what had
passed; and it nerved her to ride quiet-
ly tip to the hotel.
Sally B. met her at the door In
great excitement. "Mrs. Gregory an'
Mrs. Harmon both telegraphed you
to come on an' see the show termorrer.
He Was Pale, Hatless and Coatless.
forward, meeting one of the brake-
"Go back, Miss Anthony! It's no
place for you—it's not—"
"Oh, what is It?" she interrupted
anxiously. "Is any one hurt? Can't
I help?"
"No; not now, anyway. No one can
help one poor fellow; he's passed in
his checks. We're trying to dig the
other out before he dies."
Esther felt faint, yet kept pace with
his hurrying steps.
"Miss Anthony, won't you please go
Into that car next? It's rough, but
we'll need this for—for—" They were
beside the rear car now.
"Yes, yes, I will—I know. But can't
I do something? Won't you—"
"No, you can help most by staying
right" here—the conductor said so.
But it may be hours—you'll roast in
the car—"
"Never mind me. Don't wait—I'll
manage."
He passed her and hurried into the
car. In a moment he ran by again
with blankets, a basin, and a bucket
of water.
The car he had designated was
partly filled with a great pile of cab-
bages, and looked rather impossible.
Esther sat down on the end of a tie
in the shade of the train and waited.
Resourceful and efficient, the wom-
an's part was especially distasteful to
her. Yet here obedience was evident-
ly the best service. Still, the hours
were long.
But while the sky was yet red, wel-
come voices broke the spell. Four
men came around the curve, holding
carefully by the corners a blanket
with averted eyes' waited for them to
pass. With gentlest care they lifted
him into the car. The sufferer moanod
unconsciously, and Esther tried to be-
lieve that he knew nothing of his pain.
Four more men appeared with a laden
blanket; this was a winding-sheet. Tho
men spoke no word, and were uncov-
ered. Their burden, too, they bore on to
tho last car. Three more followed,
one walking feebly, supported by the
others, the conductor and brakeman
of the supply train. He was pale, hat-
less and coatless, with a scarlet stain
on neck and collar. Yet he was con-
scious, speaking freely.
"Don't mind me," he was saying.
"Alfred!" Esther sprang toward
the trio, and caught one limp hand
swinging by his side.
He straightened with sudden vigor;
a wave of color warmed his pale
cheek. "Stella! Stella!" he repeated,
and stood still, gazing at her.
"Put him In here!" 8he cried, now
awake, and ready for action. "I'll
take care of Mr. Vincent—make him
comfortable."
"I'm not hurt," Alfred interrupted,
"it's scarcely a scratch! I must help
the boys in the other car. They—"
The conductor interposed. "Obey
orders, Vincent. You're used up.
We've help enough in there. You've
done your part."
The two men, not heeding his pro-
test, lifted him Into the cabbage car.
"Now, Miss Anthony, let me help
you in."
"No, not now, thank you. I've
something to do first. You're not
ready to Btart, aro you?"
"No, it will be a half-hour anyway;
we must make one more trip to the
wreck."
"I can get in by myself. Don't
think about me." Even the conductor,
accustomed to command, yielded to
the finality in her voice, and hurried
on.
"Can you sit against the car side a
few minutes, Alfred? You won't
faint?"
"Faint?" he scouted. "Indeed, no.
But where are you going? Don't
leave me, Sjtella!" he called a little
wildly as she stepped back a pace.
Perplexities, embarrassments, were
forgotten. In this solemn moment of
tragedy they resumed their old rela-
tions, unquestioning.
"I'll be back in a minute. Here!
You may keep this for me!" She
tossed him her hat. "A hat is a pretty
sure anchor for a woman, Isn't it?"
she said, smiling up at him, and was
out of sight around the end of the
train.
She could not help the gayety In her
voice. The world was alive once
more. Life was beautiful in spite of
the grewsome sights in the car be-
yond. Since she could do nothing for
them she would not think of them.
Alfred was here; hurt, yes, but not
unto death, not even to great pain.
For one little moment she would self-
ishly hug her joy.
Down in a little swale, just before
they had halted, she had noticed the
bunch grass growing long and rank.
She flew at it, tore it up, handful by
handful, till she had a high pile, which
she gathered in her arms and carried
to the car. Pitching It in, she was off
again, heedless of Alfred's protest.
Three times she made the short jour-
ney, pausing at the door after the
third load to catch her breath.
"Aren't you coming in this time?
You must let me help you," he said,
partly rising, but falling back.
"No, no! Don't move! You aren't
able to; and if you do I won't come!"
she replied emphatically, though her
face was shining. "Turn your head
away, and don't look till I say
'Here!'"
"I can't turn away from you, Stel-
la!" he said whimsically, yet tender-
ly; and her eyes dropped. Still, she
did not move.
"Oh, come, dearest, won't you?
Don't wait so long. I'll—I'll turn—
'My true love sent me a letter to turn
back my head.' Did you ever play
'Green Gravel' when you were a little
tad? My head is 'turned back.'"
Esther never knew how she man-
aged the climb through the great,
gaping door, yards above the sloping
ground; still, she was there, standing
before him.
He spoke no word, but gazed up into
her tender, bending face. Light
speech that had bridged the first tense
moments was impossible now. Pain,
misunderstanding, pride, prudence,
even the years, fled. She loved him,
loved him! Nothing else counted.
"Lean down, Stella, sweetheart!"
he whispered at last, his eyes draw-
ing her with his words.
She knelt beside him. The long
separation molted into the land of the
unremembercd.
The engine whistle startle^ them
shortly, and a brakeman came with a
blanket for Alfred, his coat, and
Esther'3 bags and cloak.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Bride's Look.
A girl about to be married worries
so much she begins to look like an
old married woman. In addition to
worrying about her clothes and coax-
ing her folks to give her a new outfit,
the Bits up too late with her young
man, and the result is an anxious,
careworn look a week before the
wedding that cannot be told from the
look on the face of a woman who has
been married & year or two. Look at
the next girl you meet who is soon to
he married, and you will remark that
she has "aged rapidly."—A tchiBon
Globe.
Laundry work at home would be
much more satisfactory If the righl
Starch were used. In order to get the
desired stiffness, it is usually necee
sary to use bo much starch that th«
beauty and fineness of the fabric la
hidden behind a paste of varying
thickness, which not only destroys the
appearance, but also affects the wear-
ing quality of the goods. This trou-
ble can be entirely overcome by using
Defiance Starch, as it can be applied
much more thinly because of its great-
er strength than other makes.
A married woman fixes the date of
things by the years her children were
born in.
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Destructive Music.
A member of the board of directors
of the New York Metropolitan opera
house tells a story that he had from
one of the musicians attached to the
orchestra there.
It appears that a friend of tho wife
of the musician had, during a call on
the latter, inquired as to the hus-
band s taste in musical matters.
Among other things she wanted to
know what operas the musician liked
best to play.
"I don't know much about dot," said
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shirts. I brefer the Italian operas."
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