Indianola Herald (Indianola, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 29, Ed. 1 Friday, October 6, 1911 Page: 3 of 4
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STORY
Q)hen
a Jtitan
JfCarries
By
MARY ^OCERTS RINEHART
yjuthor of The Circular Staircase,
The t"lCan In Lower
Ten, Etc.
a*d Flannlgan muttered mutiny. But
It Was easier to obey Aunt Sellna
than to clash with her, and anyhow 1
wanted to see the barrel In use.
1 never saw any one train before.
It I* not a Joyful spectacle. First.
Flannlgan made Jim run, around and
rel part of his hot-air cabinet, and yelV
Ihr for a doctor?
Delia came to a dead stop on the
upper step, with her mouth open. She
looked at Jim, at the Inadequate bar
rel, and from them she looked at me
Then she begin to laugh. oue of hef
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WHEN JULIA MARRIED
around the roof. He said It stirred up | hysterical giggl«f>, and she turned j
his food and brought It In contact J and went down ag;iin. As Jim and J
with his liver, to be digested. stared at each oilier we could heal
Flannlgan, from meekness and sub- j her gurgling down the hall below.
By TEMPLE BAILEY
mission, of a sort, became an autocrat |
on the roof.
"Once more," he would say. "Pick
up your feet, sir! Pick up your feet!"
And Jim would stagger doggedly
past me, where 1 sat on the parapet,
his poor cheeks shaking and the tail
of his bath robe wrapping itself
around his lrgs. Yes. he ran in the
bath robe in deference to me. " '"ems
there Isn't much to a running
"Head up," Flannlgan would say
"Lift your knees, sir. Didn't you ever
see a horse with string halt?"
He let him stop finally, and gave
him a moment to get his breath. Then
he set him to turning somersaults
Tliey spread the cushions from the
couch In the tent on the roof, and
She had violent hysterics for at) i
hour, with Anne rubbing her forehead I
and Aunt Selina burning a feather out I
of the feather duster und^r her nose 1
Only Jim and I understood, and we
did not tell. Luckily, the next thiug
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Little Julia was envied by ail of
her friends It was such a triumph
to have captured the rich Mr. Bar-
clay Ever since his arrival In Twin
that occurred drove Bella and hej ; Corners he had been petted, pursued
nerves from everybody's mind
At seven o'clock, when Bella hat)
dropped apleep and everybody els
-o pressed for dinner, Aunt Sellna
discovered that (lie nouse was cold,
and ordered Pal to the furnace.
It was Hal's day at the furnace;
Flannlgan had been relit ved of that
part of the work after twice setting
tire to a chimney.
In five minutes Dal came back and
(lOssip credited him with a half mil-
lion.
Little Julia, In spite of the spark-
ling sapphire on her third Unger, was
not quite sure of her conquest. She
had been the Cinderella of "he town.
A pale, quiet little thing, with b'.g
gray eyes, and a slight swaying
figure, she had not been counted p.
rival by the bouncing beauties of the
neighborhood.
Then Peter Barclay came and dls-
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SYNOPSIS.
.tames Wilson or Jimmy as he Is called
fiy his friends Jimmy wa.s rotund mi ti
ooked shorter than lie really wan. Ills
Ambition In life was to be taken seriously,
but paople steadily refused to do so, his
art is eonsldered ;t hu«e joke, except to
himself, if he asked people to dinner ev-
en one expected frolic. Jimmy marries
Beila Knowles, they live together a year
and are dl\ irred. Jimmy's friends ar-
range to celebrate the first anniversary
of his divorce The party is In full swimc
when Jimmy receives a telegram from his
Aunt SelltiH, who will arrive In four hours
to visit him and his wife. Tie neglects to
tell her of his divorce. Jimmy takes Kit
into his confidence. He su^^rsts that Kit
Play the hostess for one night, be Mrs.
Wilson pro tern. Aunt Selina arrives and
the deception works out a** planned.
Jim's Jap servant Is taken 111. Bella,
Immy's divorced wife, enters the house
and asks Kit vho Is beini? taken away in
the ambulance'' Belle Insists It Is Jim.
Kit tells lier Jim is well and is In the
house. Harbison steps out on the porch
and discovers a man tacking a card on
the door, tie demands an explanation.
The man points to the placard and Har-
bison sees the word "Smallpox" printed
on It. He tells him the guests cannot
leave the house until the quarantine Is
lifted. After the lifting of the quarantine
several letters are found In the mail box
Undelivered, one Is addressed to Henry
Llewellyn, Iqulque, Chile, which was
Written by Harbison. He describes mi-
nutely of their incarceration, also of Ills
Infatuation for Mrs. Wilson. Aunt Sellna
Is taken ill with la irrippe. Retty acts as
nurse. Harbison finds Kit sulking on the
roof. She tells Mm that Jim has been
treating her outrageously. K: starts
downstairs, when suddenly she ts grasped
In the arms of a man who kisses her sev-
eral times She believes that Harbison
did it and Is humiliated. Aunt Sellna tells
Jimmy that her cameo breastpin and
other articles of jewelry have been stolen.
8he accuses Betty of the theft. Jimmy
tells Aunt Sellna all about the strange
happenings, but she persists in suspecting
Jtetty of the theft of her valuables,
Harbison demands an explanation from
Kit as to her conduct towards him, she
♦ells him of the incident on the roof, he
does not deny nor confirm her accusation.
One of the guests devices a way to escape
from the house. Thev set fire to the re-
ception room and attempt to leave the
house from the rear. The guards dis-
cover the ruse and prevent thein from
•scaping.
CHAPTER XV. (Continued.)
Every one went up on the roof and
left him to his mystery. Anne drank
her tea In a preoccupied silence, with
half-closed eyes, an attitude that bod-
ed 11' to somebody. The rest were fe-
verishly gay, and Aunt Selina, with a
pair of arctics on her feet and a hot-
water bottle at her back, sat in the
middle of the tent and told me fa-
miliar anecdotes of Jimmy's early
youth (had he known, he would have
slain her.) Betty and Mr. Harbison
had found a medicine ball, and were
running around like a pair of children.
It was quite certain that neither his
escape from death nor my accusation
weighed heavily on him.
While Aunt Selina was busy with
the time Jim had swallowed an open
safety pin, and just as the pin had
been coughed up. or taken out of his
nose—I iorget which—Jim himself ap-
peared and sulkily demanded the pri-
vacy of the roof for his training hour.
Yes, he was training. Flannlgan
claimed to know the system that had
reduced ihe president to what he is,
and he and Jlin had a seance every
day which left Jim feeling himself for
bruises all evening. He claimed to be
losing flesh; he said he could actually
feel it going, and he and Flannlgan
had spent an entire afternoon in the
cellar three days before with a potato
barrel, a cane-seated chair and a lamp.
The whole thing had been shrouded
In mystery. They sandpapered the in-
side of the barrel and took out all the
nails, and when they had finished they
carried it to the roof and put it in a
corner behind the tent. Everybody
was curious, but Flannlgan refused
any Information about it, and merely
said It was part of his system. Dal
said that if he had anything like that
In his system he certainly would be
glad to get rid of it.
At a quarter to six Jim appejw*£,
still sullen from the events of the
afternoon and wearing a dressing-
gown and a pair of slippers, Flannigan
following him with a sponge, a bucket
of water and a i armful of bath towels.
Everybody protested at having to
move, but he was firm, and they all
filed down the stairs. I was the last,
with Aunt Selfha Just ahead of me.
At the top of the stales she turned
around suddenly to me.
"That policeman looks cruel," she
said. "What's more, he's been In a
bad humor all day. More than likely
he'll put James flat on the roof and
tramp on him, under pretense of train-
ing him. All policemen are Inhu-
man"
"He only rolls him over a barrel or
something like that." I protested.
"James had a lump like an ggg over
his ear last night," Aunt Selina in-
sisted. e'aring at Flannlgan's uncon-
scious back. "I don't think It's safe
to leave him. It is my tiuie to relax
for 30 minutes, or I would watch- him.
You will have to stay," she said, fixing
.me with her Imperious eyes.
Pi I stayed Jim didn't want me.
spoke a few words to Max, who fol
Jim would poke his head down and j lowed him to the basement and In tin COT<lre,i |ler
say a prayer, and then curve over as | minutes more Flannlgan pulled up the j "Wait till I buy the things that
will set off your beauty." he exults
gracefully as a sausage and come up
gasping, as If he had been pushed off
a boat.
"Five pounds a day; not less, sty-,"
Flannlgan said, encouragingly. "You'll
drop It In chunks."
Jim looked at the tin as If he ex-
pected to see the chunks lying at his
feet.
"Yes," he said, wiping the back of
steps and called Mr. Harbison.
I am not curious, but I knew that I .Vf^y w«l 'find out how rare your
something bad happened. While |
Aunt Selina was talking suffrage to
Anne— who said she had always been
tremendously interested in the sub
Ject, and if women got the suffrage
would they be allowed lo vole?—1
slipped bark to the dining-room.
The table was laid for dinner, but
basement, and something must have
happened. 1 flew to the basement I
stairs, to meet Mr. Harbison at the j
f'-ot. He was grliny and dusty, with j
s !rp.!;s if coal dust over ills lace, and
his neck. "If we're in here 30 days J Flannigan was not in sight. 1 could
thfvt will be 150 pour-Is. Don't forget ] hear voices from somewhere, fainl
to Btop In time, Flannlgan. I don't
want to melt away like a candle."
He was cheered, . however, by the
promise of reduction.
"What do you think of that. Kit?"
he called to rne. "Your uncle Is going
to look as angular as a problem in
geometry. I'll—I'll be the original re-
ductlo ad absurdum. Do you want me
to stand on my head, Flannigan?
Wouldn't that reduce something?"
"Your brains, sir," FlannlgaR retort-
ed, gravely, and presented a pair of
boxing gloves. Jim visibly qnailed,
but he put them on.
"Do you know, Flannlgan," he re-
marked, as he fastened them, "I'm
thinking of wearing these all the time.
They hide my character."
Flannlgan looked puzzled, but he
type Is You are like a Botticelli
maid or a Whistler."
Julia wasn't sure she wanted to be
a type. She was not quite sure that
she liked the gowns he had planned
for her. His taste ran to gray-greens
in velvet:', with dull silver and cloth
of-gold effects. He brought her a
chain of linked filagree, with a bar-
i baric lade ornsTient "When we gel
voices that talked rapidly, and after i tQ Parlg we %v,n f)n(1 a gown to g0
a while I located the sounds under | wlth i( ._Bomething ln fiame color
my feet. The men were all in the
toned down by chiffon.'
Julia was not sure thnt she would
like anything in flame color. She in
finitely preferred white satin and
! pearls, or pink silk and diamonds.
She rot'ldn't understand why Peter
he had been examining his revolver. ,ake to h(,r flo^.cro(1 (||mttles
"And—ar.d after we are married." j
she hesitated, "we are not going to go
on a trip. We are going to walk
down Ihe road, and into tto woods,
and take a boat and float down the
stream to the island, and stay there
for our honeymoon."
"What!" Aunt Nancy's hand.s
went up to her bewildered brow. ' Is
Peter crazy, Julia?" •
"No. He has engaged the Foster's
bungalow, where they camp in sum- j
mer, and he's going to put in a man
and a maid to cook and look after
things, and he and I will commune
with nature and with each other."
Aunt Nancy in her youth had lis-
tened to the pipings of Pan "You
might do worse than that," she said,
softly.
"Oh, but Aunt Nancy, don t you
see?" there was terror ln little Julia's
voice; "I'm not like you You and
uncle fitted into each other's lives.
You liked to tramp the fields with
him, and you liked the same books,
and the same quiet evenings by the
big fireplace; but Peter and 1 why.
Aunt Nancy, there Isn't a thing that
I do that Peter doesn't laugh at."
There was the rub! And Aunt
Nancy knew that It was true. Peter,
arrogant Peter, rich and assertive,
was overlooking all the beautiful
budding womanhood In little Julia;
was making her a lay figure on
which to hank his theories.
"You Just take a stand, Julia," she
advised, "and don't let him think he
1 was Just ln time lo sea him slip it j But he ,ne|(] her tQ a fadod blue ging. j is the whole thing."
into his pocket.
"What is the matter?" I demanded.
"Is any one hurt?" .
"No one." bo said coolly. "We ve
been cleaning out the furnace."
"With a revolver! How interest-
ing—and unusual!" I said dryly, and
slipped past him as he barred the
way. He was not pleased; 1 heard him
mutter something and come rapidly
after me, but I had the voices as a
guide, and 1 was not going to be turned
back like a child. The men had gath-
ered around a low stone arch In the
ham and a creamy mull "Those pink
sprigged things kill the copper lights
ln your hair," he complained.
"You'd think," little Julia confessed
to Aunt Nancy, who had brought her
up, "that 1 was a portrait or a
statue, Instead of a girl."
Aunt Nancy looked at her, over her
glasses! "I don't believe you appre-
ciate your good fortune, Julia," she
said.
"Yes 1 do." Julia spoke emphati-
cally. "I love Peter—I love him
dearly. But somehow I feel as If I
fumaco room, and were looking down < werc a b|t 0f rare 0id marble that he
Came Back and Called Through to Ua.
did not ask an explanation. He de-
manded that Jim shed the bath robe,
which ho finally did, on my promise
to watch the sunset. Then for fully
n minute there was no sound save of
feet running rapidly around the roof
and an occasional soft thud. Each
thud was accompanied by a grunt or
two from Jim. Flannigan was grimly
silent. Once there was a smart rap,
an oath from the policeman, and a
mirthless chuckle from Jim. The
chuckle ended in a crash, however,
and I turned. Jim was lying on his
back on the roof, and Flannlgan was
wiping hlB ear with a towel. Jim sat
up and ran hla hand down his ribs.
"They're all here," he observed
after a minute. "I thought I missed
one."
"The only way to take a man's
weight down," Flannlgan said dryly.
Jim got up dizzily.
"Down on the roof, I suppose you
mean," he said.
The next proceedings were mysteri-
ous. Flannigan rolled the barrel into
the tent, and carried a small glass
lamp. With the material at hand he
seemed to be effecting a combination,
no new one, to Judge by his facility.
Then he called Jim.
At the door of the tent Jim turned
to me, his bath-robe toga fashion
around his shoulders.
"This is a very essential part of the
treatment," he said, solemnly. "The
exercise, according to Flannigan,
loosens up the adipose tissue. The
next step is to boil it out. I hope,
unless your instructions compel you,
that you will at least have the de-
cency to stay out of the tent"
"I am going at once," I said, out-
raged. "I'm not here because I'm mad
about it, and you know it. And don't
IHise with that bath robe. If you think
you're a character out of^Roman his-
tory, look at your legs."
"I didn't mean to offend you," he
said sulkily. "Only I'm tired of having
you choked down my throat every
time I open my mouth, Kit. And don't
go Just yet. Flannlgan 1s going for
my clothes as soon as he lights the
—the lamp, and—somebody ought to
watch the stairs."
That was all there was to It. I said
I would guard the steps, and Flanni-
gan, having ignited the combination,
whatever It was, went downstairs.
How was I to know that Bella would
come up when she did? Was it my
fault that the lamp got too high, and
that Flannigan couldn't bear Jim call-
ing? or that Just as Bella reached the
top of the steps Jim should come to
the door of the tent wearing the bar
a short flight of steps, Into a sort of
vault, under the pavement. A faint
light came from a small grating
above, and there /was a close, musty
smell ln the air. I
"I tell you it ifcust have been last
night," Dallas was saying. "Wilson
and I were here before we went to
bed. and I'll swear that hole was not
there then."
"It was not there this morning,
sir," Flannlgan Insisted. "It has been
made during the day."
"And it could not have been done
this after" ion," Mr. Harbison said,
quietly. "I was fussing with the tele-
phone wire down here. I would have
heard the nofse."
Something in his voice made me
lock at him, and certainly his expres-
sion was unusual. He was watching
us all intently whilo Dallas pointed
out to me the cause of the excite-
ment. From the main floor of the fur-
nace room, a flight of stone steps sur-
mounted by an arch led into the coal
cellar, beneath the street. The coal
cellar was of brick, with a cement
floor, and in the left wall there gaped
an opening about three feet by three,
leading Into a cavernous void, perfect
BAKING
POWDER
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SEE l|WMr nioch nn ro uui
form iu quality
SEE bow pure—how good
SEE how economical—mud
SEE thai you £et Calumet
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BAKING POWD^
THE DECEIVER.
had unearthed, or a painting that he
had picked up for a song."
"Nonsense," Aunt Nancy was em-
broidering love-knots on Julia's wed-
ding lingerie, "you don't know how
lucky you are."
* "Oh, that's what every one says—
but does no one ever think that Peter
Is lucky?" I
I "Peter Is getting you." Aunt Nancy
laid aside her work, and put her arms
around Ihe tense little figure. "Julia
j dear, you mustn't let your pride make
I you unjust to Peter."
j "I won't, oh, I won't," Julia sobbed
! on ber aunt's shoulder, "but every
j girl ought to have a right to say what
she wants for a wedding dress—and
you should hear what Pete,r has
planned. Aunt Nancy."
Aunt Nancy drew a sigh of relief.
"Oh, If It's only ihe wedding gown,"
she said, "we can soon patch up your
Injured feelings."
"It Isn't such a simple matter
Peter wants mo to wear white chiffon,
with no train, no trimming—Just a
loose flowing robe like the girl ln the
picture he gave me the other day—a
Burne-Jones. he calls It. And he
wants me to carry daffodils, and wear
ly black—evidently a similar vault be- j a golden circlet around my head, and
longing to the next house. j no veil."
The whole place was ghostly, full of j Even optimistic Aunt Nancy was
shadows, shivery with possibilities. It stunned by the vision of a Burne-
was Mr. Harbison finally who took j Jones bride. "I don't see why he
Jim's candle and crawled through the should object to white satin and a
But taking a stand with Peter was
not an easy thing to do.
"I don't see why you object to my
ideas, Julia," he said that night, as
they stood together in the moonlight, j
They were at r!i«. foot of the rose
garden, and Its fragrance was all
about them. "I don't see why you |
should object to looking like a Greek j
goddess rather than a French fash
Ion plate. And as for refreshments,
I should think your soul would recoil
from the thoughts of salads and
sandwiches at such a moment."
Julia's copper-hued head win
against his shoulder, her adoring
eyes were raised to his. For, ln spite
of his freakish point of view, Peter
was adorable.
"But everybody in Twin Corners
will think we are crazy," she pro-
tested, feebly.
"Who cares for Twin Corners?"
Peter's eyes laughed into berB.
She wrenched herself from him,
suddenly. "I care!" she cried shrilly;
"oh, I might as well tell you, Peter,
1 don't like the gowns., you have-
planned for me. I want a white satin
dress with a train and a veil; and' I
don't want to be married on the edge
of a pond I want to be married ln
church; and 1 don't want to go Into
the woods for my honeymoon."
He caught her hands and looked
down at her, holding her, masterfully.
"Where would you like to go?" he _ ,AU, Take Murphy.8
demanded. .... . . came for talkin* in the ranks.
Julia hesitated. wan o a e j corporal—W'y, sergeant, 'e weren't
trip," breathlessly. "And you 11 r
iaugh. Peter I want to go to Niagara rgeant_Wasn't 'e? Well, cross
Falls and to Washington and to Mt.
Vernon and to all the other places
where brides go. I've never been
anywhere, and I've always thought Q( Course He Cried
that I'd love to see those places for , T)mmv, what on earth are you
- /
*
It hout and put 'im in the guard room
for decelvin' me.—The Tattler.
aperture. We waited in dead silence,
listening to his feet crunching over
the coal beyond, watching the faint
yellow light that came through the
ragged opening ln the wall. Then he
called through to us.
"Place is locked, over here," he
said. "Heavy oak door at the head
of the steps. Whoever made that
opening has done a prodigious amount
of labor for nothing."
The weapon, a crowbar, lay on the
veil," she murmured.
"Peter says he simply couldn't walk
up an aisle with a modern fashion
plate."
Over the howed head Aunt Nancy
murmured, wildly, "Well, of all
things."
| "And he doesn't want me to be
married in church," Julia continued
"He wants me to be married In a
1 garden—on the edge of the pond. He
"Jimmy!
I crying about now?"
says that the Iris and the water lilies
ground beside the bricks, and he j will form a perfect setting."
picked it up and balanced It on his Roused at last to the seriousness of
hand. Dallas' florid face was almost the situation. Aunt Nancy ejaculated,
comical ln his bewilderment; as for \ "Not be married in church? Why,
Jimmy—he slammed a piece of slag Julia Demlng, that's perfectly bias-
at the furnace and walked away. At
the door he turned around.
"Why don't you accuse me of It?"
phemous."
Quick in her defense of her lover,
Julia stated, "I don't think he means
he asked, bitterly. "Maybe you could ' to be sacrilegious. Aunt Nancy, but
find a lump of coal ln my pockets if he worships beatu^ "
you searched me."
He stalked up the stairs then nnd
left us. Dallas and I went up togeth-
er, but we did not talk. There seemed
to be nothing to say. Not until 1 had
closed and locked the door of mv room
did I venture to look at something
that I carried ln the palm of my
hand. It was a watch, not running—a
gentleman's flat gold watch, and It
"But that Isn't the worst of It," she
continued, "he doesn't want a con
ventional wedding breakfast. He's
going to give me a gold loving cup
for one of my presents, and he has
asked me to serve a pale golden
punch, and pass the cup from hand
to hand."
"I never served anything to drink
In my life," Aunt Nancy said, with
had been hanging by Its fob to a nail decision, "and I don t expect to begin
in the bricks beside the aperture.
In the back of the watch were the
initials T. H. H. and the picture of a
girl, cut from a newspaper.
It was my picture.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Lesson From the Past.
The blarsted Yankees of the early
'40s had adopted as their slogan in
the boundary dispute: "Kitty-four forty
or fight!"
"We're hitting the line hard." they
explained.
At a later stage, however, being In
a more conciliatory mood, they agreed
to a compromise; but that is another
story.
at your wedding. Do you mean to
say that t.e doesn't want any cake or
sandwiches or chicken salad and
Jellied tongue. Julia?"
"He doesn't waut anything but the
punch," was the response; "he thinks
It spoils all the romance to eat right
after such a sacred ceremony."
Aunt Nancy had a vision of Twin
Corners deprived of Its wedding
feast! "If Peter thinks," she re-
marked, frigidly, "that 1 am going to
lose my reputation for hospitality,
he Is mistaken, Julia. You can settle
with him as you like about your
gown, but I shall run the refreshment
end."
But Julia'B tale was not yet told.
the first time with the man I loved."
She was trembling when she fin- j ;.Tommy Jones dreamed last night
ished. Presently she heard his voice. t]iat lle had a wh0]e j,ie to eat an' I
"You poor little thing—r-" 1 didn't."
She threw herself into his arms, j
weeping, "Oh. I am afraid you are ^nd He's Not Alone,
disappointed ln me, Peter." 1 Howell—What do you think of him?
"No." his smile flashed down upon | Powell—He has all of the eccentrl-
her, "only I've begun at the wrong cities qf genius without the genius.
end, dearest. I've traveled and stud- ,
led for years. There was a time when a wise youth never expresses hit
I liked the things you like, but I've i0Te for an heiress C O. I).
grown away from the old gods, and I —. -
expected you to give them up at once.
But now you've set for me the sweet- ] \
est task in the world, little girl. You
shall travel the same road that I
have traveled, and step by step you
shall learn to come to me in mind
and spirit. You want me to love
white satin gowns and wedding sup
pers and trips to Niagara? Well. I'll
see them through your eyes for a
time, and then, my sweet, it will be
Italy and the Isles of Greece for us—
and beauty unsurpassed But what-
ever comes. I shall love you, little
Julia, you know that?"
"Oh. Peter. Peter."
"For marriage, after all. Isn't a
thing of gowns and of ceremonies, of
jaunts and Journeys." his lips were
close to hers; "It is the pathway by
which two iieople reach the heights,
the lantern by which all the world Is
illumined; It's the beginning of a
new heaven and of a new earth for
you and for me. dear heart
An Invasion of Butterflies.
One of the most curious phenomena
attributed to the abnormally hot sum-
mer has been observed at Rouen, tele-
graphs our Paris correspondent, in
the form of an invasion of butter-
flies.
The Insects, of all sizes and colors,
swarm ln thousands round two power-
ful arc lamps which light the square
giving onto the Pont Corneille. The
air In the vicinity of the square is
so thick with butterflies that from a
distance ihe spectacle Is said to re
sembles a heavy snowstorm.—London
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Milner, H. Grady. Indianola Herald (Indianola, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 29, Ed. 1 Friday, October 6, 1911, newspaper, October 6, 1911; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc270013/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.