The Terlton Times. (Terlton, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, November 5, 1909 Page: 2 of 6
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Don't you think I have a right to be?"
I bad just strength to stoop and pat
the head of a ridiculous spaniel that
sprang out of the cart and frisked
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SYNOPSIS.
Ths story open* with a srene at a bpx
Bsrty. Miss Henrietta Winstanley, sts-
i«r of Bishop Winstanley overheard
Banker Ankony propane to Barbara llem-
tnsrav. whose brother I>an was In mis
employ. Dan wan one of the towns pop-
ular young men lie nhowed Hotne nerv-
{•tiansss when Attorney Tom Twlnlnftod
Ihlm Barbara refused Ankony. Ankoo
'the followlni day, summoning Twining,
aroused Dan of .looting tlie bunk. Twin-
ing rsfused to prosecute.
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
"He stole the money—" he broke In
"Yea, 1 know he did. I'm not exon-
erating him; I'm not trying to. it was
a crime, and 1 recognize it, of course,
and your right to prosecute, if you are
■o determined. But put yourself in
ihU place if you can. He la simply
prodigal In his kindness. There are
more people in town today who have
been buoyed up and brightened by
.him than by any other man, old or
.young. Maybe he did take your money
to help do It. Hut as much as he ever
expected to do anything lie expected
to pay it all back. He stinted himself;
tit was only with others he was gen-
erous. And then his sister—he wanted
to make things easy for her if he
could. He was ashamed to admit that
he couldn't keep It up. Foolish? Of
course it was foolish. Hut you ad-
mire him a little for trying to carry
hia end of the Heiuingray' string as it
had always been kept up, don t you?
,You see what it has already cost him.
Don't make It cost him everything
he's got. Give him another chance.
He'll redeem himself. You'll see. Try
biro."
"You ask too much."
"Too much! I only ask what you've
done for fellows that were rascals and
deep-dyed culprits. Surely you can
give him the leniency you gave them.
Aa for the bad influence, there won't
be any, as you must admit, since no
oae knows of It, nor will know of it
If you do as 1 ask. Let the boy go,
Ankony.''
"I can't " - >,
"Kubblsrt. Will ytm?*
"I will not. Mr Twining. I must pro-
ceed with the prosecution."
I pulled myself in hand with a
•trong effort.
"If 1 did what 1 want t« do I'd throt
[tie you, Ankony," I said, and I went
lout and shut the door between him
and my rage, which was becoming tin-
I governable.
1 spent the rest of the morning in
a determined effort to llnd something
to change the course of events and
■ave Dan. But all my determination
and eagerness went for nothing. There
waa absolutely nothing 1 could lay
'hands upon. Ankony was Inexorable
and vindictive. And no help could
come outside of Ankony. There was
no further appeal to be made to him.
As 1 was leaving the oflice on a
further search, which, 1 admitted even
as I undertook it, promised nothing. I
ran face to face with Barbara in the
hallway. A glance at her showed
pte that she knew. She had smiled
through losses and bereavement and
pain, but she was not smiling now
The Hemlngrays knew how to meet
vicissitude but not dishonor. Shame
had burned the brightness from her
I eyes and seared dry that deeper well
lof cheer in her brave heart.
She looked at me dimly, as If In
that acute moment 1 did not enter In.
and she could not concentrate her
half paralyzed faculties upon me. It
was startling to see her so. Her face,
without a smile, smote me. An agony
of longing to do something, say some
thing, offer something of help, was
upon roe, but 1 felt Its futility. What
could 1 do. with bound hands?
I bowed to her and moved on to
■y further oflice. At the door, how-
ever, I turu«d to look after her, and
was astonished to see her pause before
Ankouy s office. Then I understood
She was goiug to intercede for Dan
As the comprehension swept over me.
1 called to her. I would not have her
humiliate herself uselessly But sht
did not hear me, and passed In. and 1
told myself that perhaps, after all.
■he might move bim; certainly any
roan—but Ankony was a monster, not
a man Hla pride was always keener
than his emotion, and his 'pride was
•martlng.
I left my door open to be ready If
there should be anything I could do
for her. but when she came down the
tiall Ankony was with her. He was
all defereuce and attention, radiating
satisfaction sad triumph. Yet Mar-
bara was smiling not the old siulle,
to be sure, but as If In tremendous re
Hef—and the despair had faded from
to go to Join my brother Jack for a
while," Ankony was saying, as they
passed my door. "The company ruth
er needs him out there, and he might
find the change pleasant."
So she had gained Dan's freedom—
his one more chance!
1 went out to tramp and settle my
nerves. 1 needed to readjust myself
to the situation. When J came back
1 found my resignation, which 1 had
sent to Ankony several hours earlier,
lying on my desk, it had been re-
turned to me with a note from him
saying the company refused to con
aider It, aB the reason for my urging
it had been removed, and it was there-
fore hoped that our former relations
might continue.
1 tore the note md the resignation
across.
"So much for the charm and the
persuasive powers of a woman,'
muttered. "No man is adamant."
CHAPTER III.
"Felicitate me," commanded Mrs.
Jack Ankony the next day. as she
brought her cart up to the curb and
leaned down to me with a smile of
complete satisfaction.
"Gladly, if you will give me a new
reason for It." I replied. "There are
about my feet.
"Are you surprised?"
lenged.
1 continued to fondle the spaniel.
"I'm never surprised at anything,
Mrs. Ankony."
"Oh. how like a very old person
that sounds!"
"I am old—very old. in experience."
Mrs Ankony nodded ready assent.
So 1 should have said. Mr. Twiniug,
but you are also very clever.
I stood up with recovered equil
lbrlum.
"What a pleasant exchange of com-
pliments!" 1 observed.
•Do you know," she remarked
thoughtfully. "It seems rather a pity
we should have known each other so
6llghtly. Mr. Twining. 1 believe we
have each missed something by it."
"The Iors 1 am sure is all mine, and
1 have often regretted It. Is it, do
you think, too late to remedy so la-
mentable a matter?" I Inquired, trying
to rise to the situation as a half
hearted fish rises to the fly.
"It is Just possible we may see
more of each other now. since my
brother is very fond of having his
friends about him. and, as you are one
of his wire's—dear me! how pretna
ture 1 am. but then one is certain
there will be no slip here, and that
she will be his wife—one of Miss
Hemlngrays greatest friends — you
are, aren't you?"
"She has none better," 1 replied.
"Yes. so 1 thought, and of course
Edward will wish her to continue to
see her old acquaintances and friends
Just as before, so 1 dare say we may
often meet."
1 writhed inwardly beneath her pret
ty patronage, and understood in
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■I Do Believe You Like Him," She Declared.
when he found we had no good mount
in our stable—I never ride, you know
what does he do but insist upon
bringing her one of his. Splendid
fellow."
"The mount?" I Inquired.
"And the bishop," she smiled back
at me. "Now, If you will, you may
hand my dog up. 1 almost forgot him
in the excitemeut of the roinute."
I chased him over the grass and
captured him finally, tongue out.
"Poor dear, yau must forgive him
the exercise he made you take. He
Is so playful. He doesn't know how
tiresome playfulness Is."
1 handed him up with a caress. 1
was remembering the turn he had
served me.
"I do believe you like him." she de-
clared.
"I do. But I am killing a little time,
if I must acknowledge the truth; I am
waiting to see the bishop and Miss
Streeter go by. How Blowly they
come!"
"They look well together, don't
they?" she murmured critically.
"The ensemble is perfect." 1 said.
"How quaint you are!" she laughed.
We turned with smiles and bows to
the bishop and his companion. They
were indeed imposing. The Sistine
bowed guardedly, as if she feared to
disarrange her halo, and the bishop
beamed, a little guiltily, it seemed to
me. Later 1 found it to be another
case of the mouse and the absent cat.
Mrs. Ankony whirled along in the
opposite direction after they had gone,
and in a blur of emotions I hurried
down the avenue, not sure where I
meant to bring up, but presently find-
ing myself ascending the Winstanley
Bteps. 1 was not clearly conscious of
my reason for wanting to see Henri-
etta W'.nstanley just then except that
she always clarified things for me—
and certainly they had never needed
it worse than now.
To my great disappointment, I found
that she had gone out of town to join
an invalid friend, and that her return
and destination were not known at
home, depending as they did upon the
caprice of the friend. Her servant
thought It probable, however, that 6he
would not be back in town for several
weeks, perhaps a month.
1 turned from her door In the deep-
est regret, but'my tumbling thoughts
had already begun to steady them-
selves into something resembling
calm, and I saw things a little more
clearly: One thing I perceived with
startling clearness, and that was that
Barbara had given herself for Dan's
liberty and good name.
What it meant to her drove away,
for the moment, all thought of what it
meant to me^ but later my own rebel-
lion arose and rioted—to no end. It
was indeed the hopelessness of It all
that smote me from the beginning. I
felt like a paralyzed man in a fire.
But he listens for t..e sound of his
rescuers, and for me there could be
no help. There had been but one way
to save Dan—a way so hideous it had
not even suggested 'tself to me, but
Harbara, loving him as she did and
determined to save him, had thought
of it at once and had not hesitated to
take it, monstrous as it was in Its
cruelty.
That Dan could accept so high a
price of her astonished me, but I
! knew that she dominated hiiu in the
1 affairs of their every day life, and I
could understand that, sick as he was
with despair and remorse, he would
yield to her fierce persuasion, with-
out at first realizing Just what she
was offering for bis honor.
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
Difficult to Do.
A teacher In one of Brooklyn's pub-
lic schools Is a stickler for cleanli-
ness. So often have orders come that
cleanliness must be observed among
the boys of her class that some of
, the urchins have even Inquired of
, their parents what It means to mani-
cure your finger nails.
Of course there Is a "bad boy" In
the class. One day the teacher said
to him: "Tommy, do you know there
is a great deal of dirt behind your
ain't neither," sassed
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Some family skeletons are padded
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so many well-known ones, but 1 have
heard of nothing new. What is It?"
' Flatterer! But. really, don't you
measure little Henrietta Winatanley's
feelings for her.
"But In the meantime," she contln
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know" Haven't you heard? Am I tied pleasantly. "I hope you will come
actually to be the news-bearer!" to see Cecelia and me. Uood-by. He-
• I know nothing. I assure you. 1 member, we shall expect yom She
never hear things. Mrs Ankony. until gathered up the rein, and then
everyobdy else has heard them. Do | thought better of leaving me to find
take pity on me, won't you?"
"But 1 supposed you would have
heard—you, of all people, not to
know! Why. It s In all the papers.
That Is, It's going to be tonight.''
But 1 am uot the seventh daughter
of the seventh daughter, you know ; I
my way afoot up the avenue
"Why not let me give you a lift?"
•he asked.
"Thank you, but 1 am leaving the
avenue a block or two up."
"Ah. too had! Bless me. look nt
this, pray! Here Is Cecelia now—my
H ■ i
"Then tell me, do," I begged
lief—and me despair nan isaea troin She leaned down to ine, composing
her eyes, while her head whs lifted i her face front merriment to tranquil-
with the old proud poise, and her step Ht.v
waa not leaden as It had been when "I'm the happiest woman In town
,1- passed down the hall. I today; the charming Mlaa llem.ngray
t "Parkapa your brother might like | Is to marry my husband a brother.
of the seventh daughter, you snow. .
can't read the future, nor the papers cousin Mlaa Streeter, you know-and
1 the bishop.
"The bishop?" I echoed. "What
bishop?"
She laughed gaily.
"I don't wonder you are surprised,"
she said; ' Bishop Winstanley," and.
as we turned to look nt them, she
could not help the complacent little
tuck her lips took. 1 did not blame
her for It.
"How she fits her name, doesn't
she?" I exclaimed.
"Cecelia? Why. yes. 1 suppose so
Oh. and the bishop Is such a dear!
Cecelia la an ardent horsewoman, and
till they come out."
She made a funny little mouth. "If
you tease me. Mr. Twining, perhaps I
shan't tell you "
"Oh, but you will." 1 smiled; "noth-
ing could keep you from it "
"Frankly, nothing could," she
laughingly aduiltt
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Sherman, Harley H. The Terlton Times. (Terlton, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, November 5, 1909, newspaper, November 5, 1909; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc177509/m1/2/?rotate=270: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.