The Home Companion. (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 47, Ed. 1 Friday, August 18, 1905 Page: 1 of 8
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VOLUME IL
Yale had given an A B Heidelberg
had made him a Ph D The World'
the flesh and the devil had done the
rest
:n the course of many wanderings
and as many diverse experiences he
had come to the province of Fan-
Chau with a legend of a deserted gold
mine of wonderful richness ringing in
his ears and a parchment map very
yellow and apparently of great age in
the inside pocket of his khaki coat
But just outside Fu-Chang he encount-
ered one of the many bands of high-
waymen that infest the region Be-
ing averse to trouble in any form his
two coolies had left him to face the
music alone and while they fled howl-
ing with terror he put up a single-
handed but unavailing resistance
which while it lasted was a joy to his
wild reckless soul
When darkness had fallen and there
were only the great silent stars to see
the two coolies came creeping back
They found Lim lying in the mud his
clothing torn his face a mass of
blood and One arm broken where he
had shielled his head from the blow
of a cudgel Near him lay two limp
silent figures their yellow features
livid and distorted
The coolies held a whispered consul-
tation Then they lifted him between
them and bore him down the slough
which was called a road toward the
distant lights of Fu-Chang But first
they rifled his clothes and in an inner
cket they came across a map and a
gold coin that the highwaymen had
overlooked The map having no in-
trinsic value they replaced
They left him at the mksion in Fu-
Chang and went their w ay for the po-
tentialities of that golden coin were
strong upon them
Another man would have died but
Robert Barlow bad a grip on life that
was almost uncanny After weeks of
unconsciousness during which it
seemed that each hcur must be his
last he opened his eyes slowly pain-
fully collected his wandering senses
then fell to roundly cursing the high-
waymen for misbegotten vandals and
his coolies for equally misbegotten
cowards After which he sank back
on the cool pillows utterly exhausted
and fell into a deep refreshing sleep
The old missionary smiled knowing-
ly "He will live" he said grimly and
he went to the kitchen to get some
strengthening broth for his patient
When Barlow awoke it was early
evening Ile could hear sandals clat-
tering by on the uneven pavements
of the street The odor of some
strange sweet flower floated in
through the open window He stirred
uneasily and sat up He was quite
alone in the room
"I say somebody" he called lustily
There was a sound of light foot-
falls the soft rusCe of skirts In the
He comes a-singing in the night—
A thing of terror yet so small!
'Tis useless to attempt to tight
And all in viin for help you call
lie scorns so sli!tht a things as wealth
When his dread visits nutke you S inee
His quest demands your reskand health
of waft he is the very prince
He takes the public for his prey
And not content with fattening
He leaves before he goes away
Mementos that will smart and sting
He has been caught But oftener tar
In sally he has tied and laughed
To hear you t ese your luckless star—
He is the tkey prinee of graft!
—Washington Star
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(Copyright 1905 by Daily Story Pub Co)
5Y 1:Z 5 5HELTON
Barlow
COOrWar was a gleam of white He
looked up to see a young woman
standing there—such a woman as Bar-
low had not beheld for many months
the kind et a woman be had well
nigh forgotten existed in this world
of dlsappointment and trouble He
felt his heart Jump to his throat The
color crept into his sunburned face
He stared at her scarce daring to
credit his senses
"You have been very ill" she was
saying in a low voice that set the
blood tingling in his veins "But you
are getting on famously now"
"Don't go" he said again
She turned to pull a bell A servant
came tripping in noiselessly with a
steaming bowl
"Don't go" he said again
She sat down in a bamboo chair by
the window She was smiling as one
smiles at a wilful child
"Where am I?" Barlow asked
"This is the Fu-Chang Mission"
said she
"And you?" he inquired
"I am the daughter of Father Rap
mond as they call him here"
"How long have I been here?"
"Four weeks nearly" she said
"You have told me what you have
been not what you are"
Two coolies bought you at night
They said you had been beaten by
highwaymen on the Sheng-ti road You
mustn't talk yet" she went on as be
was about to speak "Shan't I read
to you?"
Barlow nodded and closed his eyes
while she read him news from a Lon-
don paper six weeks old
He gained rapidly after that In a
week's time he was able to hobble
about the mud walled garden of the
mission The girl was with him con-
stantly reading to him on the little
veranda or singing to him in the soft
glow of the September twilights
Gradually he told her of his life—
of his aimless wanderings of his
wasted opportunities He neither soft-
ened his past nor excused it There
were many parts of it of course that
be did not mention but what he did
tell her of it he told In a plain
straightforward way with sometimes
a note of wistful sadness in his voice
And she was always grave and sym-
pathetic and eminently lovable
So the days flew past—very happy
days they were for Barlow until there
came a bitter night when he walked
the narrow crooked streets of Fu-
Chang alone and had it out with him-
self What was he that he should
dare to love a woman like this? Ile
cursed himself for a blind fool That
past of his own making rose before
him like a grim gate shutting him
forever from paradise
The gray morning light was break-
ing over the crooked dirty streets of
Fu-Chang when be returned to the
mission and threw himself on his bed
utterly exhausted but sleep he could
not and after tossing restlessly for
awhile be arose and sod at the win-
dow watching the sun creep up above
the mud-walled huts
All these wasted years and nothing
to show for it but the bitterness of
his heart and an ancient yellte map
In his despair he caught the map
from his pocket and tore it into small
bits Perhaps it was best after all
he reflected He doubted his ability
to remain silent had his assets been
otherwise
OKLATIONA CITY OKLA11031A1 FRIDAY AVOUST 11 1907L NITmBEll 47
It was evening before be could trust
himself to see her He founl her Ir
the garden and went to her spilling
bravely
"I am going away to-nlght"
be "I must somehow earn enough
to repay the kindness that bas been
shown me here"
He saw her face pale a little
"You are not able to go yet" sh3
said
"I am better able now than I ghat
be later" he returned almost roughly
She looked up suddenly and Bali
he was trembling His face was white
"Don't—don't go" she urged "Stay
until you are stronger Stay until—
until—"
He drew himself up
"It means too much if I stay" said
he
"You must anyway" she said in a
low voice
"Good God child!" be burst out
"haven't I told you what I am?"
She smiled up at him—a smile of
perfect faith and perfect understand-
ing "You have told me what you have
been not what you are" she said
gently
With an inarticulate cry he sprang
towards her his face transformed by
love and hope The perfume of the
garden came to him like a breath of
Elysium fields The bells of a Ms
taut temple were tinkling musically
Boy OVERLOOKED A POINT
Had Selected a Turtle Not Sufficiently
Venerable
Speaking of the turtles that were re-
cently found in Jersey bearing dates
of fifty and sixty years ago recalls
an incident that once occurred on the
farm of the late Henry 1 Deacon a
well-to-do and influential resident of
the land beyond the Delaware
A youngster who was fond of roam
over the fine well kept farm
found a turtle one day and it occurred
to him to make it one of the ancient
date
Nothing short of the George Wash-
ington era would do So taxing out
his penknife the boy inscribed "G
W' 1776" on the reptile's shell The
cutting of course looked very mod-
ern but this was easily remedied by
rubbing in it mud and polishing it on
the grass
This done to the satisfaction of the
boy rushed to the jolly-faced farm-
er exclaiming:
"Look Mr Deacon I Just found a
turtle more than 100 years old with
George Washington's initials on the
shell!"
"Thee has?" said Dr Deacon hold
trig out his hand for the turtle
"Yes sir" returned the youngster
with a very straight face
The good old farmer glanced at the
reptile just one second and then burst
out into a merry laugh
"Willie thee darned fool" said he
"that turtle isn't half grown"—Phil-
adelphia Record
A Tale of Horror
Xot many years ago I took
A baby boy to raise
And bring him up as best I could
In striotly proper ways
I hired a homely girl as nurse
Who said her greatest Joy
Would be to show her constant caPe
And service to the boy
ShP said she'd had experience
With baby boys and she
Assured me that for several years
She'd bossed a nursery
So In the guileless manner of
Old bachelor confidence
I left the baby boy to her
And ended my suspense
But not for long that evening when
I came back home there was
A household tilled with dire dismay
And truly there was cause
The baby boy was missing—lost
The nurse girl tore her hair
And like a loose detective she
Went searching everywhere
The wretched creature said she'd bathed
Our darling little Jim
But after that she didn't know
What had become of him
No baby boy O Rachel's grief!
I rushed around in dread
The meantime using language which
Were better left unsaid
At last I found the precious lamb
Down by the sink forlorn
Attired exactly as he was
The day that be was born
3NV did it happen? Well that girl
The low browed careless cub
Had simply poured the baby out
In emptying the tub
—William J Lampton
President Caswell's Name
When Alexis Caswell was president
of Brown university a student by the
name of Better ly came to him one
clay After conversing with him a
moment upon the object of his visit
the president asked him his name an
upon being told said jovially: "Your
name would be better without the
last syllable wouldn't it?"
"Yes" replied the student with ft
laugh "and wouldn't yours be as well
without the C?"
Dewey's Victory Done in Chinese
Gov Smith of Vermont asked Ad
miral Dovey's Chinese cook about the
battle of Manila bay and the cook
gave this description:
"Salee upee bay admiral maliee
upee mind dam quick Ply and lily
shotee go big guns bumee buniee
Admiral say go ahedee gild by any
old timee Then bangee bangee
bangee Puff 'Muchee smoke lot
nolsee Spanish fleet go belle& Aliee
don a "
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Hand in hand they walked dawn to t Wounded pride and her broken lite in
the edge of the great world into whlch
he was going walked through the
clover and the daisies across the little
foot-bridge over the sparkling creek
through the old apple orchard over
the stile down the dusty road up the
broad walk right to the two great iron
rails which marked the omega of the
old life and the alpha of the new As
they walked they talked earnestly
He was all enthusiasm courage pur-
pose eager to try the metal of his
blade with the unknown contestants
awaiting him out yonder She was
brave patient hopeful hiding with
womanly instinct her grief at the part-
ing in order to further encourage and
cheer him on
They were but children—Calvin was
Is and Mettle 16—but all their lives
had they been lovers and this was the
first parting Calvin was going out
to carve a place for 'himself in the
great world and to make a home to
whieh Mattie was to come Oppor-
tunities were too limited in the coun-
try and Calvin was gong out to hurry
matters Ah the plans they laid and
the castles they builded during that
last walk Then came the whistle of
the train the last words of farewell
the last squeeze of the hands and the
last look into each other's eyes—his
flashing with anticipation her's brave-
ly keeping back tho tears
Ten years later a single figure walk-
ed down the same path to the edge
of the great world walked the same
-path through the clover and daisies
across the same foot bridge over the
same sparkling creek through the
same old apple orchard over the
same stile down the same dusty road
up the same broad walk and right to
the same iron rails It was the figure
of a woman and she walked with a
defiant step and held her head rather
too high Her face showed traces of
saffering but her expression courted
no sympathy All the soft lines of
the girl of sixteen were gone and all
the sweetness and joy of a decade ago
had fled
It was the same girl who had
walked to the edge of the world
with the boy and she still was beau-
tiful and attractive but not soft and
clinging For the boy had never
come back All his vows had been
forgotten The great world had swal-
lowed him He had written for a time
—at first nearly every day and letters
breathing with love and loneliness
Then the letters came less often and
took on a formal note Then they
came only occasionally and were per-
functory Finally they ceased entire-
ly They all heard of him occasien-
ally back at the home town He was
getting on in the world and seemed
to be on the highway to a career
Several rather choice plums fell to
him and the home folks talked about
him not a little They wondered out
loud why be did not send for her or
come for her After a time they took
rp re-111
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Happiness is not In wealth
Not in greatness not in fame
Not in power not in health
Not in praise nor lack of blame
Happiness is but to know
How to cherish how to prize
That which is our Own The glow
That we always fancy lies
On the dear forbidden thing
Never was nor will be there
For the slave and for the king
Joy is hut to know or guess
That the treasures they possess
Seem to others rich and rare
—S E Kiser
7120
They were but children
to pitying her This froze her bleed-
ing heart But the earth had lost its
radiance and its sunshine life had
lost its joy The narrow life of the
neighborhood became intolerable and
the pity of the good folks became as
gall and wormwood Then the old
father died and she fet free to go
away and bury her hut' bcart ter
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the great world Where or how she
cared not
And so she had traveled the same
old path along which she had
swung so happily and hopefully
and trustfully with him ten years be
fore to the edge of the world Ah
but how bitter the thoughts how dif-
ferent from those on that other walk
And the whistle of the locomotive
sounded just as it did ten years be
fore—and she too swung out into the
great world to help feed Its capacious
maw which demands ever and ever
human hearts and hopes and alai'
tions and bates and fears and souls
Ten years after the woman walked
alone to the edge of the world a man
sat listlessly at a table in a concert
ball in the great city toying with the
There were two white faces in Mlle
Madeline's room a moment later
mug of untasted beer before him Ile
heard not the crash and bang of the
cheap little orchestra and saw not the
bedizened dancers on the tawdry
stage for his eyes were turned inward
and his ears were ringing with words
and sounds of other days He was
thinking—thinking of a bootless life
of failure of disgrace of misspent
hours and years of forgotten oblige-
lions and broken vows His face bore
the evidences of dissipation and his
clothing the marks of poverty—not
biting grinding poverty but shabby
genteel poverty
Ile thought of the hopes and
ambitions and resolutions of his
youth of his early successes and
triumphs of his first mad dip into
the waters of forbidden and soul-destroying
pleasure of the gradual
transfer of his allegiance from the
stern and upright God of Duty and
Ambition to the frail and seductive
Goddess of Pleasure and Folly of his
slipping just a little lure and there
In the faithfulness of his work and
the rigidity of his integrity of the
stopping of his upward climbing of
his long struggle to stand still and
hold what he hal at of his
gradual slipping slipping on the down-
ward path of his IGss of position his
acquiring of another his loss of that
and ever and ever landing in poorer
and poorer and yet poorer places un-
til now here he was without work
without money without friends with-
out reputation his brain scared by
dissipation and his hand unsteady to
any task Failure failure was the
word which glowed with electric bril-
liancy before his vision and from the
shadows all about projected the hor-
rid ht ads of the reptiles he had crush-
ed out of sight all the years—Re-
proaeh Self-accusation Guilt Re-
morse Shame With difficulty he
stifled a cry of agony and brought
himself back into the reality of the
present Ills eyes again turned out-
ward rested on the stage
A woman was singing in a cracked
voice and dancing to the more or less
lively bars of the music She was
painted and powdered and padded and
her scant clothes were tawdry and
cheap and not of the freshest or
cleanest And yet there was some-
thing about the woman which arrested
the man's attention and filled him
with the scent of apple blossoms and
new-mown hay and green fields He
stared hard at her then grabbed at
the olutcl program wbhill annwincQd
?
"Song and Dance by Mlle Madeline"
lie laughed harshly and murmured te
himself that he was "seeing things"
But he stared bard again at the stage
und Just then the singer made bet
bow and ran off into the wing
In her closing salute she made a
little gesture which sent the blood
back on the mans heart and brought
him to his feet "Mettle" he gasped
and hurried not knowing why to the
stage door where be pushed by the
protesting keeper and fiercely demand-
ed to see Mlle Madeline
There were two bite fares in Mlle
Madeline's little box of a room a mo-
ment later and later on there were
confessions and self-mproaches and
long stories of sin and suffering and
misery—yes and tears and repent
ance which must have made the an-
gels glad After all had been told
Calvin took Mettles band and said:
"We have both sinned and suffered
and failed It is my fault but you
have had to bear a part of the bur
den Youth has gone but the years
yet stretch out before us Father is
dead and the old farm is mine al-
though it is mortgaged to the last lim-
it the money-lenders will give Let
us go back and start over No mat-
ter what people say We will live it
down together We can never do it
here in this accursed atmosphere of
sin and sordidness"
I
And so a few days later a man and
a woman of middle age poorly clad
wan thin white-faced came over the
line at the edge of the world and
walked band in hand back down the
same board walk back up the same
dusty road back over the same stile
back through the same apple orchard
back across the same little foot-
bridge over the same sparkling creek
back through the same clover and
daisies to the same old farm house
they bad walked away from so happily
and hopefully two decades before
Their eyes did not shine with the
hope and joy and courage of the other
Journey but in the place of hope there
was knowledge in the place of joy
there was content and in the place of
courage there was resolve
VALUE OF KEEN OBSERVATION
"Scotty" Cites Billy the Kld as an
Example of Shrewd Deduction
"Scotty" the alleged Death Valley
millionaire cowboy was regaling a
circle of friends the other night with
anecdotes of the plains Previously
some one bad spoken of the clever
capture of two alleged sisters of char-
ity who had been arrested for solicit-
ing funds Detectives who were
watching the supposed sisters as they
climbed the stairs of the elevated
road say that they wore red stockings
and high heeled shoes and their an
rest was made on the strength of that
discovery
That reminds me of Billy the Kid
when he was floating around the Pan-
handle country" said "Scotty"
"There was a reward out for his cap-
ture and a slick detectiva from the
East thought to corral it He located
Billy all right at a ranch and rode up
bold enough Billy was suspicious of
every stranger and kept a sharp eye
on this chap-who let on that be was
a granger looking for a site to culti-
vate He was waiting his chance to
find Billy alone and get the drop on
him
'Billy sort of edged around to the
fellow and suddenly whipping out his
gun ordered hands up The detective
threw up his hands all right and
Billy took a squint at the palms
' You're a - of a granger with
them bands' says Billy 'Why they
never done a day's plowin in their
life"Billy's gun cracked Just about then
and the detective went to trail ghosts
in some other sphere Nothing like
observalion in this world ItNT give
us another drink"
When She Means Business
"I have noticed" said the serious
offhand philosopher "that a woman
will get a golf dress when she has no
Intention of playing the game"
"That's so" admitted the man with
the low forehead
"And" continued the offhand pilling
opher "she will get a ball gown when
she cares nothing about dancing and
a tennis dress when she wouldn't
play tennis for fear she would freckle
and a bathing suit when she has no
idea of going into the water and a
riding habit when the very thought
of mounting a horse gives her chills
and—"
"Yes" interrupted the man with the
low forhead "but when she gets a
wedding Iress she means business
Ever notice that?"
A Little Heaven
A Wile white house on a !Mitt green Mil
Witbh a little blue br ok that bablples
y
Atul it little red earth to tend and till
And a little gold glinarte wiled or
rye
A little fond wife with eyes Of brown
And a little wee bairn with toes of
phl'at
A little kind kiss front lips that drown
(loom in their dew—'lwere to touch the
brink
or Ito- azure (wean of love and have
One's soul in the splendors that lift and
save!
—Portland Oregonian
If water sold for ten cents a glass
It would be more popular with some
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