The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 19, Ed. 1 Saturday, December 23, 1911 Page: 2 of 8
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STORY
THE GIRL
Hh from Hb
HIS TOWN
By MARIE VAN VORST
Illuitratiom by M. G. KETTNER
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, by Tliu KuLUa-MerrlU Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
Dan Blair, (ho 22-year-oUI son of the
fifty-millIon-dollar copper klnt? of Bmlr-
town, Mont., la a Kiiest at tl)e English
home of hady Galorey. Dan's father had
hoen oourteouB to Lord Oulorey dunriK
his visit to the United Htates and the
courtesy 1h now belnn returned to the
vounK man. The youth has an Ideal fjlri
In his mind. He meets Lily. Duchess of
Breakwater, a beautiful widow, who Is
attracted by his Immense fortune ami
takes a llklnt? to her. When Dan was a
boy. a girl sang a solo at a church, ami
he' had never forgotten her. The Gu-
loreys. Lily and Dan attend a London
theater where one Letty Lane Is the star.
Dun recognl7.es her as the girl from Ills
town, and going behind the scenes Intro-
duces himself and she remembers him.
He tenrns thflt Prince PonlotowBky Is
aultor and escort to Letty. Lord G«-
lorey and a friend named Buggies <,pter-
mlne to protect the westerner from Tilly
and other fortune hunters. Young Blnlr
goes to see Lily; he can talk of nothing
but Letty and this angers the Duchess.
The westerner finds Letty 111 from hard
work.
CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
But Dan hesitated, looking at the
bit of humanity that he had laid with
great gentleness on the divan covered
with pillows. Letty Lane lay there,
■mall as a little child, inanimate as
death It was hard to think the quiet
little form could contain such life,
fire and motion, or that this senseless
little creature held London with her
voice and grace. Higgins knelt down
by Letty Lane's side, quiet., capable,
going about the business of resuscitat-
ing her lady much as she laced the
singer's bodice and shoes, 'if you
would be so good as to open the door,
■ir, and send me a call page. They'll
have to linger out this entr'acte or put
on some feature."
"But," exclaimed Blair, "she can't
go back tonight?"
"Lord, yes," Higgins returned.
"Here, Miss Lane; drink this."
At the door where he paused, Dan
•aw the girl lifted up, saw her lean
on Higgins' shoulder, and assured
then that she was not lifeless In good
truth, he went out. to do as Higgins
had asked him. In a quarter of an
hour the curtain rose and within half
an hour Dau, from his box, saw the
actress dance to the rajah her charm-
ing polka lo the stralus of the Hun-
garian Band.
CHAPTER X.
The Boy From My Town.
He went the next day to see Letty
Lane at the Savoy and lpnrued that
■he was too ill to receive him. Mtb.
Higgins in the sitting-room told him
•o.
Dan liked the big cordial face of I
the Scotchwoman who acted as com-
panion. dresser and maid for the star.
Mrs. Higgins had an affable face, one
that welcomes, and she made it plain
that she was not an enemy to this
young caller.
The visitor, In his blue serge
clothes, was less startling than most
of the men that came to see her mis-
tress.
"She works too hard, doesn't she?"
"She does everything too hard, sir."
"Si.e ought to rest."
"1 doubt if she does, even tn her
grave." returned Higgins. "She is too
full of motion. She is like the little
girl in the fairy book that danced in
her grave."
Dan didn't like this comparison.
"Can't you make her hold up a lit-
tle?"
Higgins smiled and shook her head.
Letty Lane's sitting-room was as
fnll of roses as a flower garden. There
were quantities of theatrical photo-
graphs in silver and leather frames
on the tables and the piano. Signed
portraits from crowned heads; pic-
tures of well-known worldly men and
women whom the dancer had charmed.
But a full-length picture of Letty Lane
herself in one of the dresses of "Man-
dalay" lay on the table near Dan, and
he picked It up. She smiled at him
enchantingly from the cardboard,
across which was iritten In her big.
dashing hand: "For the Boy from my
Town Letty Lane."
Dan glanced up at Mrs. Higgins.
"Why, that looks as though this
were for me '
The dressing woman nodded. "Miss
Lane thought she would be able to
■ee you today "
The picture in his hand. Dan gazed
at it rapturously
"I'm from Blairtown, Moutana.
where she came from."
"So she told me. sir."
and useful. Blair liked to think of
her with Letty Lane. He put his hand
in his pocket, but she saw his gesture
and reproved him quietly: "No, no,
sir, please, I never do. I am just as
much obliged," and her face remained
so affable that Blair was not em-
barrassed by her refusal. His parting
words were;
"Now, you make her take care of
herself." 1
And to please him, as she opened
the door, she pleasantly assured him
that she would do her very best.
Dan went out of the Savoy feeling
that he had left something of himself
behind him in the motley room of an
actress with Its perfumed atmosphere-
of roses and violets. The photograph
which he had laid down on the table
seemed to look out at him again, and
he repeated delightedly, "That one
was for me, all right! I'm the 'boy
from her town' and no mistake." And
he thought of her as she had lain,
lifelessly and pale on the dressing-
room sofa, under the touch of hired
hands, and how, no doubt, she had
been lying in her room when he called
today, with shades drawn, resting be-
fore the long hard evening, when Lon-
don would be amused by her, delight-
ed by her, charmed by her voice, by
her body and her grace. He had
wandered up as far as Piccadilly,
went into a florist's and stood before
the flowers. Her sitting-room had been
full of roses, but Dan chose some-
thing else that, had caught his eye
from the window—a huge country bas-
ket of primroses, smelling of the earth
and the spring. He sent them with
"He took on with the mine a lot of
discontented half-hearted rapscallions
—a whole bunch who nad failed all
along the line. He didn't chuck 'em
out. 'There's no life In old wood,
Josh,' he said to me, 'but sometimes
there's fire in It, and I'm going to light
up,' and he did. He won over the
whole lot of them in eighteen months,
and within two years he had that
darned mine paying dividends. Mean-
while something came his way and he
took it"
From his chair Dan asked: "You
mean th^ Bentley claim?"
"Measles," his friend said comically,
with a grin. "Your father was sick
to death with them. When he was sit-
ting up for the first time, peeling In
his room, there was a fellow, an Eng-
lishman, a total stranger, come In to
see him. 'Better clear out of here,'
your father says to him. 'I'm shed-
ding the damnedest disease for a
grown man that ever was caught.'
i'm not afraid of it,' the Englishman
said, i'm shedding worse.' When
your father asked him what that was,
he said the idea that he could make
any money In the West. He told your
father that he was going back to Eng«
land and give up his western schemes,
and that he had a claim to sell, and
he told Blair where it lay. 'Who has
seen It?' your father asked. 'Any of
my men?' And the Englishman told
your father that nobody had wanted
to buy It and that was why he had
come to him. He said he thought his
only chance to sell was to hold up
some blind man on his dying bed and
that he had heard that Blair was too
•I'm From Blairtown, Montana, Where She Came From."
his card and wrote on It, "To the Girl
from My Town," and sent the gift
with a pleasure as young and as fresh
as was his own heart.
He got no note of acknowledgment
from his flowers. Miss Lane was evi-
dently better and played every night;
no mention was made of her indispo-
sition In the papers. But Dan couldn't
go to the Gaiety or bear to see her
make the effort which he knew must
tire her beyond words to conceive.
After a few days he called at the
Savoy to get news of her. He got as
tar as the lift when going up in it he
saw Prince Poniotowsky. The sight
affected Miss Lane's townsman so for-
cibly that instead of going up to the
dancer's apartment Dan took himself
off. and anger, displeasure and some-
thing like disgust were the only sen-
timents he carried away from the Sa-
voy. He sent her no flowers, and gave
himself up unreservedly to Joshua
Ruggles and to a couple of men who
came in to see him by appointment.
And when toward four o'clock he found
himself alone with Ruggles. Dan
threw himself down in a big chair and
looked intensely bored.
"Well, 1 guess we don't need to see
any more of these fellows for a week,
Dan." Ruggles yawned with relief.
"I'm blamed if It isn't as nard to take
care of money as to get it. I was a
poor man once, and so was your fa-
ther. Those were the days we had
fun."
Ruggles took out a big cigar, struck
a match sharply, and v ien he had lit
his Henry Clay he fix, 1 his gaze on
the flying London fo whose black
curtain drew itself acuss their win-
dow.
"There's a lot of exciiement," Rug-
gles said, "in uot knowiu; what you're
going to get; may turn < ut to be any-
thing when you're yount and on the
I trail. Thar's the way yo ir father and
I me r it And when we s:arted out on
FIGHT ON INCREASE
Higher Rates on Second-Class-
Mail Opposed.
BULLETIN FROM PUBLISHERS
Serious Complication.
"I know how to sympathize with
you, Mrs. Polhemus," said Mrs. Lap-
sling. "My left eye was affected once
Just as yours 1b, and I had an awful
time with it. The doctor said the
trouble was that the subjunctive was
granulated."
sick to stir out of his room and tfl
prospect. Your father liked the fel
low's cheek, and when ne found oul
that he had the maps with him, youi
father bought the whole blooming
sweep at the man's price, which was a
mere song.
"Your father never went near his
purchase for a year or more, and
when he had turned the mine htf was
managing over to the original com
pany, with me as manager In his
pla^p, at a salary of twenty thousand
dollars a year, he said to me one day
'Ruggles, you'll be sorry to know that
the fun is all over, I've struck oil.' But
the oil was copper. The whole bloom-
ing business that he'd bought of that
Englishman was rich with ore. Well,
that's the story of Blairtown," Rug-
gles said. "You were Dorn there and
your mother died there."
Dan said: "Galorey told me what
dad did later for the man that sold
him the mine, and it was just like
everything else he did, for dad was all
right, just as good as they come."
Ruggles agreed. He left his rem-
iniscences abruptly. "Your dad and
me had the fun In our time; now you
are going to get the other kind; you're
going to make the dust fly that he
dug up."
And the rich young man said mus-
ingly: "I'll bet it isn't half as good at
my end."
And Ruggles agreed: "Not by a Jug-
ful." And followed: "What's on to-
night? "Mandalay?"
Dan's fury at Prince Poniotowsky
came back. "I guess you thought 1
was a little loose in the lid, didn't
you. Josh, going so often to the same
play?"
"You wouldn't have been the first
rich man that had the same disease,"
Ruggles answered.
"There is nothing the matter with
"Mandalay,' but I'm not gone on any
actress living. Josh; you are in the
Postal Committee of the A. N. P. A.
Calls the Post Office a Badly
Managed Business.
Washington.—The protest of the
publishers against the proposition to
Increase eecond-claas mall rates as
the congressional post offloe commis-
sion desires is growing stronger dally.
The Illinois Dally Newspaper Publish-
ers' association registered its objec-
tions recently, and now the American
Newspaper Publishers' association's
postal committee, of which the chain
man is Don C. Seitz of the New York
World, has Issued the following bul-
letin:
"The extent to which the post
office department does ncJt carry sec-
ond-class matter Is well revealed la
the following abstract of inquiry of
publishers conducted by house com-
mittee on expenditures In the post
office department (William A. Ash-
brook, chairman) concerning the vol-
ume, weight and handling of the outr
put of publications entered as mall
matter of the second-class for the
fiscal year ending June 30, 1911:
" inquiry was made of all publish-
ers, approximating thirty thousand, of
which nearly seventeen thousand are
weekly publications.
" 'More than ten thousand return®
were received, embracing sixty-six
plus per cent of all tonnage of pub-
lications.
" 'The publications reporting repre-
sent an annual output of more than
six and one-half billion copies, the
weight of which was one and three-
quarter billion pounds.
" 'These publications delivered by
mail in such period weighed 633,012,-
902 pounds.
" 'They delivered by their own car-
riers, newsboys, and news companies
840,466,574 pounds, of which an unas-
certained percentage was carried te
destination by express and other rail
shipments outside the mail. They de-
livered by express, 202,729,510 pounds,
and by other rail shipments 121,491,-
748 pounds. The rate by express and
rail varies from % to 1 cent pejr
pound, but the bulk of these ship-
ments went at a rate of M to % cent
per pound.
" 'The post office for the year end-
ing June 30, 1911, handled 951,001,-
669, and excluding one-half million
pounds free in county matter, It re-
ceived one cent per pound.'
"All this goes to add to the ab-
surdity of the proposed Hitchcock leg-
islation doubling the second-class rate
from one to two cents per pound, and
limiting the 'privilege' to publications
that carry as much reading matter as
they do advertising.
"The proposition was stupid enough
when the postal deficit reached $17,-
000.000 two years ago. It becomes
preposterous in face of a surplus.
"What business has a transporta-
tion corporation, which is all the post
ofRce Is, to prescribe how a business
shall be conducted?
"Newspapers cannot afford to ex-
pand their columns beyond the call
of the day's news, nor can they be
expected to control the requirements
of their advertisers who have a right
to reach the public as copiously as
they care to.
"It cannot be assumed that such
legislation will ever get by congress.
But publishers are requested to fight
the theory that the right to send their
output by mail is a "privilege." The
figures show it is not
"The post office is a badly man-
aged business. That is all. We
should fight Its dictation, its censor-
ship and its inefficiency."
Sure I
Kidder—Sandy, what is this "Car-
negie Foundation" I've heard bo much
about?
Sandy—Dinna, ye ken? 'Tis oat-
meal.
i
The Occasion.
They had been having a little tiff.
"Oh, of course," said he, wrathfully.
"I am always in the wrong."
"Not always," said she, calmly.
"Last week you admitted that you
were in the wrong—"
"Well, what's that go to do with it?"
he demanded.
"Nothing except that you were per-
fectly right when you admitted it,"
she replied.—Harper's Weekly.
Put Out.
Truxton Hare, the football veteran,
deprecated, at a dinner at the Mark-
ham club in Philadelphia, that type
of football player who always fails
in his examinations.
"Such men do more harm than good
to a university," said Mr. Hare, "yet
even the fathers and mothers of such
men are proud of them.
"One broker Baid to another the
other day:
" 'How is your son doing at col-
lege?'
" 'Oh, rotten,' was the reply. 'He's
put his knee out, and has to confine
himself to his studies.' "
Says the Earth Is Flat.
It is something of a reproach upon
cultured Boston that a man living
next door to it, Charles W. Morse of
Brookline, believes that the world is
flat as a pancake. Moreover he backs
up his conviction with the offer to
give a thousand dollars to the man
who can prove the world is round.
It is not surprising that there are men
in this day and generation who be-
lieve in the flat theory, but it is re-
markable that one of them should
have been able to make a fortune.
A Vigorous Performe|
"Does your boy Josh pla
football team?"
"No," replied Farmer C^
"Josh wouldn't stand for
coddle job like that. He's
that leads the mob and wre<
houses after the game is ov^p|
In the Limelight, \
Agent—I want your name plea|
for the new directory. Traffediai
shall be pleased to give it t« yoi
condition that It heads the lis. in Id
type.—Harper's Weekly.
Tragedies Told in Headlines.
"She Had Married Hi ft>
Him."
"Motorcycle Collides With
Car—Car Uninjured."
"Happened to Catch His Flj
Smoking." / j
"Trier^Jis New Teeth on a R. ■
rant Steak." * '
"Fat Man Sneezes While Desce
ing Elevated Station Stairway."
"Hostess Accidentally Breaks
tie of Bisulphide of Carbon."
Her Horrid Friend.
Her dearest friend had droppsjJ
for a call, and she put out a flve-i
box of expensive candy.
"Oh!" squeals friend, "havel
been squandering your money a,j
"Of course not; that's a pre^i
"A present? Have any of yj
latives been here to visit >ou'.
"No."
"Some old schoolgirl friend?"
"Of course not."
"That business friend of yoij
band, who—"
"Don't be so silly."
"Oh, I know! You won it on
Weary Feet.
I wonder how many people who suf-
fer torture with their feet in hot weath-
er, agonies of aching, burning, swell-
ing and extreme tenderness, know that
a raw potato, peeled and cut in half
and well rubbed over them every
night and morning, will cure the trou-
ble? Or, failing that, q good daily
soaking in strong cold tea? Or that
the worst soft corns will yield to a
treatment of salt—ordinary salt ap-
plied night and morning?
The New Fatality.
The player seized the t ball as it
rolled away from the half back and
started down the field with it.
Just as he crossed the goal line he
stumbled and fell and broke his neck.
"What was the cause of death?"
they asked the ooroner. "An acci-
dent?"
"A fluke," replied the official as he
made a note of it.
Tribute to Washington.
"More than to any other individual,
and as much as to one individual was
possible, has Washington contributed
to founding this, our wide spreading
empire."—John Marshall.
Important Business.
Congressman Murray of Massa
setts In the closing days of the
session of congress, in August,
preparations to go to Wyoming
camping and hunting trip. 1^
enthusiastic about it and tioltj
ing lessons at a rifle gallery. 11
his party was to leave for ttj
he received a telegram at ti e
from his law partner in Bost]
said:
"Come to Boston at once; im|
business; don't delay."
Sadly Mr. Murray abandoned
trip, surrendered his sleeping-c-j
ervatlons and hurried to Bostof
riving there he took a taxicab
office. He dashed in, and th>
his partner. The partner sai<|
"Hello, Bill! Come on, let's ,
ing."
Anatomical Studied
Miss Mary Garden, at a
Chicago, said of a beau Li.
Gown: The Callot sisters
make the prettiest evening go7
are turned out in Paris. But,
gowns are sometimes a little bf|
decollette. Still, everybody
them—everybody. Consequent ,y|
ciety ball or dinner this seaspn
rather startling.
"I heard a woman say the o^
ernoon: "I took the childr-
zoo today to teach them .o|
night I think I'll take them
Gelders' Christmas ball to ij
anatomy.'"
Much Easier.
"My wife decided to do some pre-
serving today and I left her perform-
ing the feat of a daring swimmer."
"What might that be?"
"Stemming the currant."
And So!
Nan—Jack asked me for a kiss.
Fan—Well?
Nan—Well, there wasn't time to
write and ask Laura Jean Libbey If It
wnc nrorrr- onrl cn—
Advocates Right Kind
Miss Muriel Becheler, edi!"
Wellesley college paper, advbl
college to be a "sport." Pril
been denounced so often, sh.j
that It Is hard to realize that
the right kind of pride—the kll
bolsters up a limp back an/
one to smile at the little b J
which It is so easy to give w.l
girls first began to learn h<J
"sports," she says, they felt I
were cribbing, this glory ha\'
left so long to the masculint
Naughty.
Without wishing to insinuate
thing it may be said that a goodl
bashful men get married.—At|
Globe.
Brigand Also a Patriot.
Gravely, solemnly, with enthusiasm
and a large mixture of national pride,
the Turkish newspapers publish the
following remarkable piece of news
(says the London Globe). A brigand
chief, one Salln, who has been carry-
ing on operations for some time in
the mountains of Gambiek, In Blthy-
nia, not a great distance from Con-
stantinople, and for whom the Turkish
gendarmerie have for long sought in
vain, alive or dead, has placed his
talents and services at the disposition
of the Turkish authorities. The brig-
and's letter is a curious document.
He says it is against the wishes of his
heart to give up his calling, but "the
audacity of these Italian brigands"—
an expression which frequently occurs
In the letter—in waging war upon the
Ottoman empire and brutally seizing
an Islamic province, Impel him to offer
his services, with those of his band,
consisting of a hundred men, to
avenge the national honor and to
chastise these infldel brigands.
He laid the picture back on the
table, and Higgins understood that he I uie felt
wanted Miss Lane to give it to him the spot that's Blairtown on the map I wrong pew."
herself. She led him affably to the today, your father had iorty dollars (TO BE CONTINUED.)
door and affably smiled upon him. | a week to engineer & but e^i inlue and •
She had a frill in her hand, a thlm- | to pull the company uUp shape." | If the noise of your neighbor's lawn
ble on her finger, and a lot of needles . Dan knew the etoi>y of his father s mower disturbs you the best remedy
In her bodice. She looked motherly i rise .by heart) but lie listened. 1 Is to get out your own
Altered the Case.
Mrs. de Mover—"Good graclousl
This Is the noisiest neighborhood I
ever got Into. Just hear those children
Bcreech!" Maid—"They're your own
childers, mum." Mrs. de Mover—"Ar«
they? How the little darling are en-
joying themselves!"—Tit-Bits.
Called.
"I aBked the audience to lend me
their ears," said the verbose speaker.
"But in three-quarters of an hour they
were dozing." "I see," replied the
financier. "They called the loan."
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