The Cushing Herald. (Cushing, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 8, Ed. 1 Friday, April 17, 1903 Page: 9 of 16
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No on* who had
•onro the figure of
Brows wintering about bis garden
on a eortntn mtM April morning
would bavi Imagined him to ho suf-
-firing from an tout* mm# of regret
for hie waited opportunities.
A girl's figure linnod out nnd «
roung rate* called to hlmt
"Why do yeiti look ed solemn, papa,
dear? What a perfect day It 111
Warm and sunny pnough for June!"
"I was thinking," he said, Impres-
sively, "of how Tory Uttle material
comfort signifies, and how few of us
are satisfied! I know I may not look
It-, but elnee my earlieet days I hate
often told you, I have -had a curious,
wild craving for adventure, for some
excitement outside the deadly routine
of a business life. It Is hard that
of a bualness ills."
Valentine laughed and leaned still
further .out of the window. ■ She, for
her part, was absolutely satisfied with
the fair face worn by the world
around her.
Her father took oft his gold-rimmed
glasses and laid down his newspaper.
"Ha! this Is most curious!" said
he. a splendid chance. If one
could only .light upon him—the plans-
ibis scoundrel! The' shrewd young
villain!"
Valentine turned her gray eyes on
his shining crimson face.
"Listen to me—Val," he cried;
"you remember the general told us
last week that the Mumbys and ths
Jellicoet hid both had * their pantry
- Windows forced -open?"
"Did be? I don't think I was lie-
: toning."-
Mr. Bromley Brown here proceeded
'• to read aloud an extraot from the
; newspaper..
"The 'architect-burglar,' for by this
soubriquet this accomplished crimi-
nal is now knows, has bsen seen, It M
believed, not Jong" ago In this neigh-
borhood, although probably he is how
tnansr inllss away from the scene pf
late exploits. He Is deecrtbe*
anil
his
. . He l described m
a young man of gentlemanlike
A midst of mlddli
military appearance, with fair hair
and mustache, and wearing clothes
of frshionabli wake."
Mr. Bromley Brown was soon ab-
sorbed in madttattoa. Hi ploturid
himself, resolute, torribl* ennnf
hounding dew* this
criminal brlnglag hi
mmiSSi
i tho mm m poHm in
Waking np wHh a start hi
thi clock «MIm It.
A few yards away la thi wad hi
' the flmre of "
hi mu
In one moment his mind had
made up. He would Invito thin young,
man, obviously no other than the
architect burglar, with friendly greet-
ing, Into his house. A hurried word
to thf coachman would oehd him, on
swift feet, for two or throe of the
local ' police. Another meesengor
would hasten to Oeh. Oompton. the
sternest of the county mnglstratei,
and he would arrive la than to be e
witness of the discomfiture of a no-
torious criminal and of the Ingenuity
and promptitude of hla old frisad
Brown.
Meanwhile the young man had
looked up emlllngly. In nnswer to
the remnrku of the old gentleman by
the hedge, he said that He had home
a considerable distance—that—and
this with a very pleasant
well, yes ho wes thirsty and that
there would be plenty of time to fin*
lsh his sketch after luncheon, and
that he thought It a moat kind sug-
gestion of his questioner to Invite
htm to have some.
Pdr .one luttaht Mr. Brown glanced
nervously at a sliver box sad candle-
sticks on Valentine's writing table,
'men, murmuring an excuse, he ran
panting to the stables; In a choking
voice dispatched tho astonished
coachman for the police, and a helper,
with ah Impressive meesage scrib-
bled on a card, to Gen. Compton.
; On his return he- found, the arcbt-
tact-burglar laughing 6ver a favorite
book of Valentine's, the "Diary of a
Nobody"—and they two. talked, Mr.
Brown for " his part with a cUrlous
absent-mindedness of books nnd dif-
ferent forme of. humor. -
The parlor maid .interrupted, them
to say that some sold meat was ready,
and the two men adjourned to the
dining room, The jraest seemed* truly
grateful for a whisky sad soda.,
"That's a beautiful old cup," he re-
marked, pointing to a piece of ellver
of tjueen Anne, date In the middle of
the table.
. Mr. Bromley Brown's expression of
mingled triumph and sarcasm passed-
unnoticed by the cheerful young vis-
ttor.
The clock struck one—and he rose
quickly to his fiet
"Thank yon a thousand times for
your hospitality," - he- said, pleasant-
ly. "I am'afraid ) must ba off. You
see, I am skstchlhg for duty, hot
pleasure."
There web a sound of steps at the.
door, and a voice outside, which,
sounded like a word of command,
said*
"Where Is the hum?"
The door was flung open, and a tall,
soldierly figure stepped quickly Into
the dining room.
"Well, Btown, what's aU this
about?"
Qsn. Compton, young and alert for
his years, stared at his friend with a
pair of very keen eyes under white
eyebrows. "You told me It was some
very urgent buslnsss," continued the
general. Then his eyee fill on the
young man by the further window.
"Bless my soul, Bstoourt, I didn't
fcee it was you In tho comer!"
"Yes, apd how Ma you, general?"
saldthe young maa, advancing with
a flordlftl
Mr. Bromley Brown felt a sudden
oold perspiration oa his forihidd. He
waa entirely unable to utter a ward.
"Mr—Mr?" said thi youag man,
"was so klad aa to adit mn to have
a whlsky aad soda."
"Ah, then you don't
"Ah, then yoa don't know egeh
othor?" sUd thi geeernL "Brawn,
this Is Lord MMeourt, son of my old
frisad whom I havo oftaa tallmd
Struck him a violent blow on the
head.
"Papa! papal" A fresh young
voles came echoing from the garden,
nnd la another moment a young girl
ran into the room.
"Papa, there are two policemen
hers! They say they have come tor
edme one—what doee it mean?"
"Oh! only about the chickens that
were stolen, my dear," said hsr
father miserably.
"But there are no chlekene! You
know you wouldat have aay, because
you said they spoil tho garden."
"Did I say chickens?" Mr. Bromley
Brown's dreary expression was that
of a victim being led to execution.
"Of course. I moon the forced straw-
berries.' Valentine, my dear—"
The young man waa still gaslng st
the lovely, pusslsd face of hla boat's
daughter.
, "Your father haa been so kind to
me, Miss Brown," said he. "I i
struggling over military drawing, and
In dally terror of being plowed."
"Oh! You ere etudylng at the col-
lege!"
"Yes—I wonder—would you and
your father care to come over and see
it some day?"
"Oh, that would be delightful, papa,
dear, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, lndeeed, Indeed It would."
Mr. Brown was still feeling half para-
lysed.
"Good-by, Bstcourt, my boy," said
Gen. Compton. "I have got to have a
with
"And theee are lovely spoons,'
eerved the erehlteot burglar,
appalling coolness.
word now. with -Brown on some most
Important business about Which I
came down."
Lord Bstcourt drew a little nearer
to Valentine.
"You will drive over very soon,
then, Miss Brown?"
"Thank you—I am sure we shall
enjoy It ever so much!"
"Then we won't say good-bye, I
think," said he, as he took her hand.
—The King.
. *t Oh,
i.tpttotos Is
bultdlag
tottas * tome m* had
Csuse for Thenkfulnsss.
Lleut-Col. R. H. Pratt, who rpcent-
V
resigned from the dlrectprehlp of
Carlisle Indian school, once slept
In a tent with eight young men, all
of whom enored. Col. Pratt listened
In disgust to the'medley of gurgles,
grunts and moans, In this horrible
ohorus sach participant's snore could
be distinctly hsard, for each had la
It aomethlng characteristic and unique.
Col. Pratt writhed and fretted. A man
on hla left snored nervously, with a
kind of fluttering, watering accent.
Hla was pirhapi thi most unboarabli
snore of all. Suddenly the < snore
eoassd—Me producer snorted and then
lay wry quiit
"Thank hiavra." murmur* Col
Pratt, Noaa Is dsad." • .-v]
Cadlelgh—"I heard yen would prob-
* t|a an daslmmumL" .•
aly)-^oakavi bain
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LITTLB BUM OF KINDNBSS.
Mow Representative Curtla Come Neer
Mnklng nn Snsmy.
Secretary Wilson la reoelvlng nu-
merous requeata from all porta of tho
country for sspds. and la replying to
all of them that eongress at thin see-
sion hns made no provision for esed
distribution, nnd there ere no eeode
left on hnnd nt the deportment of ag-
riculture. Repreoentnttvo Charles
Curtis of Kansas, who waa one of the
contestants In the recent light tor esn-
storial honors, told a story to-day
about the farmers in connection with
this matter. One of hie newly elect-
ed compeers came to him In groat In-
dignation. The compeer was rapidly
reaching the oondueton thnt n career
in congress wes humiliating sort of
business. With a few words more
forcible than elegnnt, he ahowed Cur-
tis a postal card he had Just received.
Its back merely bore thie Inscription:
"H. t>. Jones, Ownenn, Kansas," Noth-
ing more,* nothing leas. There wae no
key to the posslbls code; no accom-
panying diagram to explain the brier
but apparently Inexpllcnble pnssls.
"What are you going to do about
It?" asksd Curtis, smilingly.
"Do about It? Fold up tho postal
very carefully and throw It to the
waste basket, of course."
"Then you enn count nn toeing a
few votes hext campaign."
"Why?" asked the surprised new
statesman.
"Simply." replied Curtis, "that that
is an established way for aektag for
government seeds. You'll
many of them before the
for the annual seeds distributing to
begin, and what such postals m*4n In
to put- the nnme forwarded oa your
list of those to whom you will have
$e seeds Sent this year o*t of
allotment from the ngrlentto
Diriment." it *ae a sirpilta
new member, and he wont I
taring at the diVors duties of
men, but, nevertheless, Md
•at. Jones,, whs. onoof theH ,
the seisds to t o eaeatog dlitribpthia.
, TMKWB AlW -ttiultWWi v
♦ «k* MM, *« "towM-
' Ysnr.
;The year of gfaoe JPW, whip* |a#
the end of the Boor war. tfae practical
end of the rebellion la tho Philippine,
and -the termination of half a dosea
Sduth and Central American revolu-
tions. will probnbly go down Into time
labeled as a year of supreme
And yet in 1B0S battles are wi
nearly a dosen countries and
abroad upon every continent
The average reader, if aaked to
name the wars now in progress, would
very likely stop uncerthlnly after men-
tioning the struggle between Britain
end the natives of Somallland. Bnt
this is not the only wnr of the dny by
any means. Here le n little llat of
the placea whereat battlea have been
going on, either now or reoently, with
the name* of the opposing forcee:
Venesuels.
Haytl—Three revolutions.
The Afghanistan-Indian Border—
Wasiris vs. British.
Morocco—Revolution to. defhroae
the sultan.
Upper Nigeria—Arabs
Somallland—British vs.
Southern Arabia—Arabs
Macedonia—Turks pa
and Bulgarians.
Sarawak—Britleh native toroe vs.
Dyaks.
Corea—Corean regulnra vn.
Sumatra—Dutch vs. Achlnsie.
The guerrilla warfare .to tfce
.—London Answsra
VSt.tZS5 o?^?8BUXSS
of TMhnoicgy. la
•Mvnatloa of
g| Apgi
the lack of fltaeai
gradaatoi tor thi i
Hto, psnft Btotap
aeews rsyss m■ m#
■ity, urgid thi a
i Britlhh.
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Rendall, William J. The Cushing Herald. (Cushing, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 8, Ed. 1 Friday, April 17, 1903, newspaper, April 17, 1903; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc270359/m1/9/: accessed May 7, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.