The Texola Herald (Texola, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, September 13, 1907 Page: 6 of 12
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CHAPTER VI — Continued
Bob’s face showed unspeakable
terror and entreaty the eyes were
bursting from their sockets and were
rlreted on hers aa those of a man In
a dungeon might be fixed upon an
approaching specter of one whom he
had murdered His chest rose and
fell as though trying to burst some
'unseen bonds that were crushing oift
his life With every breath would
come the' awful groan that had first
brought me to him Beulah Sands had
half turned her face nntil her eyes
gazed into Bob’s with a sweet child-
ish perplexity I looked at her sur-
prised that one whom I had always
seen so intelligently masterful should
be passive in the fact of such an-
guish Then horror of horrors! y I
saw that there was something missing
from her great blue eyes I looked
gasped Could it possibly bet With
a bound I was at her side I gazed
again into those eyes which that
morning had been all that was intel-
ligent all that was godlike all that
was human Their soul their life
was gone Beulah Sands was a dead
woman not dead In body but In
soul the magic spark had fled She
was but an empty shell — a woman of
living flesh and blood but the cita-
del of life was empty the mind
was gone What had been a woman
was but a child I passed my hand
across my now damp forehead I
closed my eyes and opened them
again Bob’s figure with clasped up-
lifted hands and bursting eyes was
still there There still resounded
through the room the awful guttural
groans Beulah Sands smiled the
smile of an infant in the cradle She
took one beautiful band from the pa
per and passed it over Bob’s bronzed
cheek Just as the infant touches Its
mother’s face with its chubby fingers
In my horror I almost expected to hear
the purling of a babe My eyes In their
perplexity must have wandered from
her face for I suddenly became aware
of a great black head-line spread
across the top of the paper that she
had been reading:
"FRIDAY THE 13TH”
And beneath la one of the col-
umns: "TERRIBLE TRAGEDY IN VIRGINIA"
"The Most Prominent Citizen of the
State' ex-Unlted States Senator and
Ex-Governor Judge Lee 8anda of
8ands Landing While Temporarily
Insane from the Lose of His For-
tune and Millions of the Funds for
Which He Was Trustee Cut the
Throat of Hie Invalid Wife : His
Daughter’s and Then Hie Own All
Three Died Instantly"
Jn another column: --
"Robert Brownley Creates the Most
‘'Disastrous Panio ln the History of
‘’Waif Street and Spreads WrecV arid
Ruin Throughout the Country"
light and shade on my mind through
my heart Into all uy souL A fren-
cled finance harvest scene with Ha
gory crop In the center one livtjrg-
dead part of the pictnre yet the
ghost left to haunt the painters one
of whom was already cowering before
the black and bloody canvas
Well did the world-artist who wrote
over the door of the madhouse: "Man
can suffer only to the limit then he
shall know peace’ understand the
wondrous wisdom of his God Beu-
lah Sands had gone beyond her limit
and was at peace
The awful groaning stopped and an
ashen pallor spread over Bob Brown-
ley's face Before I could catch him
he rolled backward upon the floor as
dead Bob Brownley too had gone
beyond his limit I bent over him
and lifted his head while the sweet
woman-child knelt and covered his
face with kisses calling in a voice
like that of a tiny girl speaking to her
doll: "Bob my Bob wake up wake
up your Beulah wants you” As I
placed my hand upon Bob's heart and
felt Its beats grow stronger as I
listened to Beulah Sands’ childish
voice joyishly confident as It called
upon the one thing left of her old
world some of my terror passed In
Its place came a great mellowing
sense of God's marvelous wisdom I
thought gratefully of ay moth-
er’s always ready argument that the
law of laws'” of ’God's and' ’’nature Is
that of compensation I had allowed
Bob’s head to Blnk until it rested in
Beulah’s lap and from his calm and
steady breathing I could see that he
had safely passed a crisis that at
least be was not in the clutches of
death as I had at first feared
Bob slepL Beulah Sands ceased her
calling and with a smile raised her
fingers to her lips and softly said:
"Hush my Bob’s asleep’’ Together
we held vigil over our sleeping lover
and friend she with the happiness of
a child who had no fear of the awak-
ening I with a silent terror of what
would come next-1 had seen one mind
wafted to the unknown that day Was
it to have a companion to cheer and
solace It on its ' far journev to the
great beyond ? How long we waited
Bob’s awakening I could not tell The
clock’s hands said an hour it seemed
to me an age At last his magnificent
physique his unpoisoned blood and
splendid brain pulled him through to
his new world of mind and heart tor-
ture His eyelids lifted He looked
at me then at Beulah Sands with
eyes so sad so awful in their per-
plexed mournfulness that I -almost
wished they had never opened or bad
opened to let me see the childlike
look that now shone from the girl’s
His gaze finally rested on her and
his lips murmured "Beulah"
"There Bob I thought you would
know It was time to wake up" She
bent over ' and kissed him on the
eyes again with the loving ardor a
child bestows upon Its pets
He slowly rose to his feet I could
see from his eyes and the shudder
that went over him as he caught sight
of the paper on the desk that he was
himself that memory of the happen-
ings of the -day bad not fled in his
sleep He rose to his full height his
head went up and his shoulders back
but only from habit and for an In-
stant Then he folded Beulah Sands
to his breast and dropped his head
upon her shoulder He sobbed like a
father with the corpse of his child
"Why Bob 'my 'Bob is this the way
you treat your Beulah when she’s let
you sleep so t your beautiful eyes
would be nrettr for the weddincT Is
this the way to act before this kind
man who has‘conie to take us to the
church? Naughty naughty Bob"
I looked at her at Bob in horror
I was beginning to realize the abso-
lute deadness of this woman - From
the first look I had known that her
mind had fled but knowledge Is not
always realization 8he did not even
know who I was Her mind was dead
to all but the man aho loved the
man who through all those long days
of he suffering she - bad silently wor-
shiped To all but’ him sha wasnew-
hom ' :
At the sound of "wedding"
"church” Bob’s head slowly rose from
her shoulder I saw his decision the
instant I caught his eye I realized
the 'uselessnesf of ’Opposing it and
sick at heart and horrified I listened
as he said In a voice now calm and
soothing as that of -a father to bis
child: "Yes -Beulah my darling I
have slept too long Bob has been
naughty but we will make up for
lost time Get your hat and cloak
and we’ll hurry to the church or we
will be late”
With a laugh of Jov she followed
him to the closet where hung the
little gray turban and the pretty gray
Jacket He tpok them from their peg
and gave them to her
"Not a word Jim” he bade me "In
the name of God and all our friend-
ship not a word Beulah Sands will
be my wife as soon as I can find a
minister to marry us It is best best
It Is right It is as God would have
it or I am not capable of knowing
right from wrong Anyway It is what
will be She Jias no father no moth-
er no sister no one to protect and
shield her The ’system’ has robbed
her of all la life even of herself of
everything Jim but me I must try
to win her back to herself or to make
her new world a happy one— -a happy
one for her" '
CHAPTER VII
Aa old gambler whose life had been
spent listening to the rattle of the
drop-in-bound-out little roulette ball
was told by a fellow victim as his
last dollar went to the relentless
tiger’s maw that the keeper’s foot was
upon an electric button which enabled
him to make the ball drop where -his
-stake was not He - simply said:
"Thank God I thought that prince
of cheats Fate who all through life
has had his foot on the button of my
game was the one who did the trick”
Long suffering had driven the old
gambler to the loser’s bible Phlloso-'
phy! Cheated by man’s device he
knew he had some chance of get-
ting even but Fate he could not
combat
Bob Brownley had thought himself
In hard luck when his eyes opened
to the fact -that he had been robbed
by means of dice loaded by man but
when Fate pressed the button he saw
that his man-made hell was but a
feeble imitation and — was satisfied
as whoever knows the game of life
is satisfied because — he must be
Bob’s strong head bowed bis iron will
bent and meekly his soul murmured:
"Thy will be done”
That night he married Beulah
Sands The minister who united the
grown-up man and the woman who
was as a new-born babe saw nothing
extraordinary In the match He
murmured to me who acted as best
man to the groom maid of honor to
the bride and father and mother to
both: "We see strange sights we
ministers of the great city Mr Ran-
dolph The sweet little lady appears
to be a trifle scared" My explana-
tion that she and Mr Brownley were
the awful survivors of the awful
tragedies of the day was sufficient
He was satisfied when he got no other
response to his question: "Do you
take this man to be your wedded hus-
band?" than a sweet childish smile
as she snuggled closer to Bob
Bob and his bride went south to
his mother and sisters the next day
He left to me the settlement of his
trades He instructed me to set
aside 43000000 profits for Beulah
Sands-Brownley and Insisted that I
pay from the balance the notes he had
given me a few weeks before There
remained’ something over $5000000
for himself
The leading Wall street paper In
us presetting on tne panic wound up
with: - -
"Wall street baa lived through many
black Fridays Some of them have been
thirteenth-of-the-month Fridays but no
Friday yet marked from the calendar no
Saturday' Monday Tuesday Wednesday
or - Thursday- yet garnered to the store-
house of the past was ever more Jubilant-
ly welcomed by hie Satanic Majesty than
yaeterday ‘We’ pray Heaven ne com-
ing day may be -Ordained -to go against
yesterday's record for tigerish cruelty and
awful destruction It le rumored that
b
Mr Brownley of Randolph A Rahaotplt
either for himself or hla clients cleared
00000 of profit Wo believe that this
estimate is low The losses eomlng "
through Robert Brownley’s terrible on-
slaught must have run over l&OOQMMS
Wall street and tha country will do well
to take the moral of yesterday's market
to theljr heart It is this: The concen-
tration of wealth In the hands of a few
Americans Is a menace to our financial
structure It Is the unanimous opinion
of ‘the Street' that Robert Brownley could
never have -succeeded In battering down
tbe price of sugar in the very teeth of
the Camemeyer and Standard Oil support’
as he did yesterday without a cash back-
ing Of from MO 000000 to $100000000 If a
vast aggregation of money owners delib-
erately place themselves behind an On-
slaught such aa was so successfully made
yesterday why can that slaughter not be
repeated at any time on any stock and -against
tlis support of any backingT”
When I read ' this and listened to
talk along the same lines I was puz-
zled I could not for the life of me
see where Bob Brownley could have
got five to ten millions’ backing for
euch a raid much less fifty to a hun-
dred Yet I was forced to confess
that he must have bad some tremen-
dous backing else how could be
have done what I had seen' him do?
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Great Slaughter of Salmon -
Iu the Sea of Okotak the salmon are
suicidal and one of the most start-
ling examples of the spendthrift side -of
nature may be found In the rivers
that run into this see When six years
old the salmon begin a voyage of
death Ascending the river of their
Infancy they race in' countless thou-
sands upstream until lack of food and
lack of elbow room kill them off A
recent traveler declares that however
many millions of salmon may run up
the river not one ever reaches the
sea again alive What becomes of
the rivers of dead salmon? The sea-
gulls wheel down upon the scene and
feast upon their eyes scorning any-
thing less dainty Bears wolves
foxes and sledge dogs are mads com-
fortable for the year
Addicted to Profanity
An aged negro was called as k wit-
ness in an Alabama court Before he
as sworn the presiding magistrate
directed the usual question be put to
the negro: "Do you know the nature
of an oath?" The old man shifted him-
self from one foot to the other before
replying - A sly grin crept Into his
face "Well Jedge" said he “I calat
say how ’tis wld mos’ folks but yo’
honab I reckon It’s sorter eecon’ na-
ture wld me”
Hotel Counter 8arcasm
Some sharp pieces of sarcasm flash
across the hotel counters at times
The other night an unkempt individ-
ual drifted Into the Imperial whose
appearance did not prove at all satis-
factory to the clerk "Sorry we shall
have to ask you to settle In advance"
said the clerk "But you see we don’t
know you — ” The response of the ar-
rival was cool "What difference does
that make?” ’Why so many swin-
dlers have done us lately you eee — "
"Oh I thought there was professional
courtesy among swindlers" And ho
walked out Indignantly— -San Fran-
cisco Cali
Unappreciative
"Your husband says that when he
is angry he always counts ten before
he speaks" said one woman
"Yes” answered the other 1
wish he'd stop It Since he got dys-
pepsia home seems nothing but a class
in arithmetic” — Washington Star
Not Concerned
"Your name will probably go down
in history as one of the great men of -your
time”
"No" answered Senator Sorghum
”1 have no especial aspirations In the -way
of history History doesn’t influ-
ence any votes"-— Washington Star
Smith’s Yarn
Smith’s yarns were always wel-
comed - - ' ' ' ’ — -
"Did I ever tell you the tale of two
wells?" he asked
"No never heard It let’s have It-’'-chorused
tbe listeners
"Well well" replied Smith dryly
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Waggoner, Thomas T. The Texola Herald (Texola, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, September 13, 1907, newspaper, September 13, 1907; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1841688/m1/6/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 6, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.