Canadian Valley Record (Canton, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 32, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 15, 1920 Page: 4 of 8
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AM VALLEY
RECORD. CAJEtON. OKLAHOMA.
Your Poultry
Bring it to the R. B. KIMBALL
PRODUCE and receive the high
market price. And don't for-
get—we handle
"MADE-RITE FLOUR"
EACH SACK GUARANTEED
Always on the Market for Hides.
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"Why, are yon flint timid?" smiled
Martin, taking the mild scolding geni-
ally. "It was tlie s?uullest mouse pos-
sible and If you had looked Into its In-
nocent, pleading eyes as I did you
would have let It go, too."
"To come back Into the house and
R B. KIMBALL
Wholesale and Retail Deiler in
Flour, Feed, Coal, Tankage and
Live Stock
North Broadway Canton. Oklahoma
is&OAdian Valley Record
By C. S. McDowell
tBtered M Meond cl&aa matter September (S
. '■•*«>* Canton, OkU.. under the
4et ml Con*ree« of March I. 1*,"8.
Fablinhed everjr Thursday at the new towa of
Ctatoa. Blaine countj. OkU.
lUBSCKIPflON $ 1.59 PER YEAR
Advertising Rates
*r ot Page Display Ad vertising, per inch 26c
Other page*. DUplay Ada. per inch 16c
Beading notieaa per line 0^cc
Notices for church aociala and all rnterUin-
••nta given for profit, at regular rates.
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Kindly Heart
By JESSIE E. SHERWIN
(Copyright, l i , by the W.atern New.^
paper Union.)
"There goes a fine woman, Martin,
fche'd make a good wife for somebody."
Saul Espy and Martin Kross were
conversing when the lady designated
by the former passed down the road.
Martin looked after her with a certain
fond and longing expression in his
*yes, but he sighed deeply.
"Yes, she's a very superior lady,"
he acceded. I have often thought how
she would grace and deserve a pleas-
snt home, but good fortune has not
come her way. She ju. t manages to
eke out a living for herself and her
little child, Winifred. As to myself.
you know father left the property here
only, and that Is badly mortgaged."
I "Queer about that, Martin. You
know your father certainly had some
money and securities before he died,
for I borrowed and paid him $3,000 on
a mortgage."
"Well, towards the last he acted
very strangely, as you know, and seems
to have lost what he had."
Saul Espy passed on his way and
Martin entered the ram shack I y old
house where he had been born. It had
been a lonely home to him. His moth-
er had died when he was a child and
at twenty-two he had found himself
saddled with a badly run-down little
farm, heavily encumbered. His near-
est neighbor, Mrs. Mary Reeves, a wid-
ow and her little child were about all
the company he had or sought. Mrs.
Iteeves wa about his own age and
they had become true friends.
Martin went into the house to pause,
listen and smile. A whirring sound
directed him to a corner of the kitchen
where a mouse caught In a trap was
speeding round and round in the tread-
mill wheel attached to the cage.
"Most people would drown you, lit-
tle fellow," observed Martin taking up
the cage and eyeing indulgently the
sleek little frightened captive within,
"but I haven't the heart to. There you
are—now run for it."
The kindly Martin carried the trap
to the open doorway and shook out the
tiny prisoner, who at once scampered
for cover. There was a slight scream
and Mrs. Reeves stood ten feet away
shaking her finger playfully.
"Is that the way you greet a neigh-
bor bent on bringing you a fresh pan
of biscuits?" she cried.
bother you again," retorted Mrs.
| Reeves. "Well. I suppose you can't
| help being tender-heaned. It's the talk
of the town that you sat up nursing
old Carlo two nights before he died?"
"What! neglect the faithful guardian
of the home, almost as old as myself?"
spoke Martin stanchly. "As to the
j mouse tribe, Mrs. Reeves, one night
when I was playing my flute two of
them came creeping cautiously across
the floor and stood there almost human
until I ceased playing."
Martin accepted the covered dish
proffered. "Wait until I get a rake of
honey for you." he said, and as Mrs.
Reeves departed he s*ood gazing after
her with a quickened gleam in his eyes.
He stopped outside his pretty neigh-
bor's gate the next morning and nod-
j ded cheerily to Mrs. Reeves and little
j Winifred. "I shall be gone all day and
over night at Rlverton." he said. "I
' wonder if you would take the key to
the house nnd step over nnd feed my
canaries?"
"And let out any stray mouse there
may be in the trap?" intimated Mrs.
Reeves, with twinkling eyes.
"Yes, that too, If you please," replied
Martin.
He got back home the next after-
noon to find a desultory crowd view-
ing a heap of ruins.
"It burned down yesterday," lisped
little Winifred "and mama says you
are to come over to our house till you
build a new one."
"It was your friends the mice who
are accountable for the fire," the wid-
ow declared. "When I went into the
house I found a box of matches scat- '
tered all around. I gathered up all I
could, but the mice probably carried
some away to their nests and ignited
, them.
! "Did you ever see that before, Mr. •
Bross?" She had led the way to the
sitting room. There lying on the floor i
was a blackened old tin box.
"Why!" exclaimed Martin, "It's the I
old bread box that my father used to
keep his papers in. I haven't seen it
since he died."
"No, for he had it hidden away in
In the attic and I found it among the
ashes after the fire. Mr. Bross, the
only one I've told is your lawyer. It's
full of gold. He says It must be the
missing fortune your father hid away
and it hold? over five thousand dol-
lars In gold and silver."
"Then the mice have proven my best
friends!" cried Martin, roused out of
himself. He gazed raptly at the wid-
ow. His eyes sparkled. Then he
picked up little Winifred and kissed
her.
"Mrs. Reeves," he said, "when I build
my new house I want you to promise
to let this sweet little friend come to
live with me."
"Oh, dear! I s honld miss her—"
"And you with her," added Martin
with yearning eyes.
SPECIAL!
BASKET BALL!
Oklahoma City High
vs Canton High
At The Gym, Canton, Okla
Sat., Jan. 17
This will be the star game of
the season. Canton High has
I cleaned all of the little ones
and will now clean up the
big ones.
Come and See a Real Contest!
Game Called at 8:00 P. M. Sharp
CANTON PRODUCE CO.
ALWAYS WANTS YOUR
J Cream, Butter, Eggs and Hides !
« wholesale and retail
j dealers in
? Flour, Feed, Salt and Seeds
CANTON PRODUCE CO.
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A Rise All Around.
"What Is the matter with the tenant
on the floor above?"
"He's raising Cain."
"What about?"
"The landlord's raising the rent."
Posts Posts Posts
In Life, in Death.
It was a deathbed scene, but the
director was not satisfied with the
hero's acting.
"Come on!" he cried. "Put more
life in your dying!"—Film Fun.
Just unloaded a oar of Bois D'Arc and Mulberry
Posts. Also a good supply of Blaek Locusts.
Come and get your Posts.
Slie finer the home'
the more it needs
UPSON BOARD"
"I wish you could see some of
the fine homes I've fiinished
with Upson Board'
You would know, as I do, that
it is the ideal thing for walls
and ceilings."
Paneled walls are always in
good taste.
of its wide range of sizes) you
can have panels wide or
narrow, long or short.
Its perfect painting surface
permits beautiful decorative
effects.
For old or new walls—demand
the genuine Blue Center de-
With Upson Board (because
~*endablc Upson Board.
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BOARD
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Anthon tits
Loik ptrtSly
BIG JO LUMBER CO.
Fate's Rewards.
"There's a guy I used to do his
arithmetic for when we were at school
together."
"Well?"
"Now I'm his bookkeeper."
^ PhoneJ62.
L.
. a. aiu lumber co.
Woman's Way.
"Why don't you ask your husband's
advice?"
"I Intend to, my dear, just as soon
•s I've made up my mind what I'll do."
A Mean Thrust.
"Don't you think the baby favors
his father?"
"He looks like him, but I would
hardly call It a favor."
Figuring the Chances.
"Tom," said his young wife, "I
bought a ticket today for a piano that's
going to be raffled off."
"Hm! How many chances are
there?"
"A thousand. That's what decided
me. Where there are so many chances
as that one ought to stand a real good
show, oughtn't one, dear?"
Send Your
KODAK PRINTS
To
CHAUFTY STUDIO,
Watonga, Okla.
And have them finished on
GLOSSY PAPER
Prices Reasonable. Give us a
trial and you will send all your
rolls here. Will quote prices on
request.
E. E. EVERETT, Manager.
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MONUMENTS
For high grade Marble and
Granite Monuments, write
us and a representative
will call and show
you our line.
D. A. DRAKE & SON,
Hitchcock, - - Oklahoma
An Interest in the Business.
Old Pa Pscadds—I won't have yon
marrying a mere clerk. You tell that
young man to keep away until he has
in interest In his firm.
Myrtle Pscadds—Why, dad, he has
•'nit now. The manager told him he'd
have fo take some interest In his work
or he d lose his job and he's already
done it.
Dr. Fannie Boll
Chiropractor
Office at Park Hotel.
Canton
pike's barber shop
AGENl'3 FOR
Anthony Steam Laundry
Basket Leaves Tuesday and
Returns Friday
Not responsible for loss of laundry.
I.O.O.F.
Meets every Tuesday night. Visitint
Brethren invited.
Fiank Bates, Secretary.
James Hargrove, N. G.
Dr. Lloyd E. Church
Dentist
At Canton
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays
Office with Dr. Buchanan
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McDowell, C. S. Canadian Valley Record (Canton, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 32, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 15, 1920, newspaper, January 15, 1920; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc176304/m1/4/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.