The Sentinel Leader. (Sentinel, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 12, Ed. 1 Friday, October 18, 1912 Page: 3 of 6
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Continued from last ween.
ureal Salt'Laie was a moon-
swept lagoon, and.the arid mountains
of Nevada which the train went scal-
ing, were the very hlllBldes of Ar-
a cia.
Dut the other passengers soon came
trooping back into the observation
room. Ira had told them nothing of
Mallory's confession. In the tlrst
place, he was a man who had learned
to keep a secret, and in the second
place, he had forgotten that such per-
sons as Mallory or his Marjorie exist-
ed. All the world was summed up in
the fearsomely happy little spinster
who had moved up into his section—
the section which had begun Its ca-
ieer draped in satin ribbons unwit-
tingly prophetic.
The communion of Mallory and
Marjorie under the benison of recon-
ciliation was invaded by the Jokes of
the other passengers, unconsciously
Ironic.
Dr Temple chaffed them amiably:
-You two will have to take a back
seat now. We've got a new bridal
couple to amuse us."
And Mrs. Temple welcomed thera
with: "You're only old married folks,
like ub."
The Mallorys were used to the mis-
understanding. But the misplaced
witticisms gave them reassurance
that their secret was safe yet a little
while. At their dinnefctable, however,
and in the long evening that followed
they were haunted by the fact that
this was their last night on the train,
and no minister to be expected.
And ntJw once more the Mallorys
regained the star roles in the esteem
of the audience, for once more they
quarreled at good-nlght-kissing time.
Once more they required two sec-
tions, while Anne Qattle's berth was
not even made up. It remained empty,
like a deserted nest, for its occupant
had flown south.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
Fresh Trouble Dally.
The following morning the daylight
creeping into section number one
found Ira and Anne staring at each
other. Ira was tousled and Anne was
unkempt, but her blush still gave her
cheek at least an Indian summer
After a violent effort to reach the
space between her shoulder blades,
ehe was compelled to appeal to her
new master to act as her new maid.
"Oh Mr. Lathrop," she stammered
__"lra'," she corrected, "tvon't you
please hook me up?" she Pleaded.
Ira beamed with a second child-
hood boyishness: ' Til do my best, my
little ootsum-tootsums, it's the nrst
time I ever tried it."
"Oh I'm so glad," Anne sighed,
"it's the first time I ever was hooked
up by a gentleman."
He gurgled with Joy and, forget-
ting the poverty of space, tried to
reach her lips to kiss her. He almost
broke her neck and bumped his head
bo hard that instead of saying, as: be
intended. "My darling," he said, Oh,
hell!"
"Ira!" she gasped. But he, with a
the proprietorship he had assumed,
answered cheerily: "You'll have o
get used to it. ducky darling. 1 could
never learn not to swear." He proved
the fact again and again by the
marks he addressed to certain retrac-
tory hooks. He apologized, but she
felt more like apologizing Tor her-
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"Oh Ira," she said, "I'm so ashamed
to have you see me ike this—the ttrst
m "Well, you haven't got anything on
me—I'm not shaved."
••You don't have to tell me that,
she said, rubbing her smartlng cheek
Then she bumped her head and
gasped: "Oh-what you said.
This made them feel so much at
home that she attained the heights of
frankness and honesty by reaching in
her handbag tor a knob of supple-
mentary hair, which she affixed de •
trously to what was home-grown, lra,
instead of looking shocked loved her
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lD "It's ncosy " though," she said, and
then vanished through the curtains
ana snyly ran the gauntlet of amused
glances and over-cordial "Good morn-
ings" till she hid her blushes behind
the door of the women's room
ill-ess:ns, Aenton sang out.
■•■jcod morning. Did you rest well?"
What?" Ira roared.
"Oh, excuse me!" said Ashton, has-
tily, devoting hlmEelf to a'gash his
razor had made in his cheek—even in
that cheek of his.
Ira scrubbed out the basin, tilled it
and tried to dive into it, slapping the
cold water in double handfuls over
his g'owing face and puffing through
it like a porpoise.
Meanwhile the heavy-eyed Fosdlclt
was slinking through the dining-car,
regarded with amazement by Dr. Tern-
pie and his wife, who were already up
and breakfasting.
"What's the matter with the bridal
couples on this train, anyway?" said
Dr. Temple.
"I can't imagine," said his wife, we
old couples are the only normal
ones."
"Some more coffee, please, mother
he said.
"But your nerves," she protested.
"It's my vacation," he Insisted.
Mrs. Temple stared at him and
shook her head: "I wonder what mis-
chief you'll be up to today? You've
already been smoking, gambling
drinking—have you been swearing
yet?"
"Not yet," the old cregyman smiled
"I've been saving that up for a good
occasion. Perhaps it will rise before
the day's over."
And his wife choked on her tea at
the wonderful train-change that had
come over the best man In Ypsllantl.
By this time Fosdick had reached
the stateroom from which he had
been banished again at the Nevada
state-line. He knocked cautiously.
From within came an anxious voice
"Who's there?"
"Whom did you expect?"
Mrs'. Fosdick popped her head out
like a Jill In the box. "Oh, it's you
Arthur. Kiss me good morning."
He glanced round stealthily and
obeyed instructions: "I guess it's
safe—my darling."
Did you sleep, dovie?" sb© yawned
■Not a wink. They took off the
Portland car a* Granger and I had
to sleep in one of the chairB In the
observation room."
Mrs. Fosdick shook her head at him
in mournful sympathy, and asked-
'What state are we In now?"
••A dreadful state—Nevada."
-Just what are we In Nevada
"I'm a bigamist, and you've never
been married at all."
"Oh, these awful divorce laws! she
moaned, then left the general for the
particular: "Won't you come In and
hook me up?"
Fosdick looked shocked: I dont
dare compromise you."
"Will you take breakfast with
In the dining-car?" she pleaded
"Do we dare?"
"We might call It luncheon, she
SUHeeSsefzed the chance: "All right
I'll go ahead and order, and you stroll
in and I'll offer you the seat opposite
"But can't you hook me up
He was adamant: "Not till we get
to California. Do you thmklwantto
compromise my own wife. Shh
Somebody's coming!" And he darted
off to the vestibule Just as Mrs. Jlm-
mie Wellington issued from number
ten with hair askew, eyes only halt
open, and waist only half shut at the
back. She made a quick spurt to
the women's room, found it locked,
stamped her foot, swore under her
bie-ith, and leaned against the wall of
the car to wait.
About the same time, the man who
was still her husband according to
the law, rolled out of berth number
t-,vo There was an amazing clailty
to his vision. He lurched as he made
his way to the men's room, but It was
plainly the train's swerve and not an
Inner lurch that twisted the forthright
"'l^3 squeezed into tne men s room
like a whole crowd at once, and sang
out "Good morning, all!" with a won-
derful heartiness. Then he paused
over a wash basin, rubbed his hands
gleefully* and proclaimed, like another
Chantecler advertising a new day
•'Well—I'm sober again!"
• Three cheers for you." said his
rival in radiance, bridegroom Lathrop
• How does It feel?" demanded Ash-
ton smiling so broadly that he en-
countered the lather on his brush.
While he Bputtered Wellington was
flipping water over bis hot head and
Incidentally over Ashton.
"I feel," he chortled, I feel like the
first little robin redbreast of the mer-
turned the key. If"she had thought I ry springtime. Tweet! Tweet: ^ ^
of it she would have said, "God bless i When the excitement
the man that Invited doors-and the | demption had somewhat <* med. ^
other angel that Invented locks.'' ton reopened the old topic
The pnssengers this morning were | versation:
all a
. little brisker than usual. 4
was the last day aboard for everybody
and they showed a certain extra ani-
mation. like the inmates of an ocean
liner when land has been sighted.
Ashton was shaving when Ira swag-
gered Into the men s room. Without
pausing to note whom be wm ad-
"Well, I see they had another scrap
last night." _ . ,„
•They—who?" Ira. through hla
flying toothbrush.
"The Mallorys. Once more he oc-
cupied number three and she number
"Well. well. J can't understand tteee I
modern marriages," said Little Ji n-
tple. with a Bide glance at lra. lra
suddenly remembered the plight or
the Mallorys and was tempted to de-
fend them, but he saw the young lieu-
tenant himself lust entering the
washroom. This was more than Well-
ington saw, lor he went on talking
from behind a towel:
"Well, If I were a bridegroom and
had a bride like that, It would take
more than a quarrel to send me to
another berth."
The others made gestures which he
could not see. His enlightenment
came when Mallory snapped the towel
from his hands and glared into his
face with all the righteous wrath of n
man hearing his domestic affairs pub-
licly discussed.
"Were you alluding to me, Mr.
Wellington?" he demanded, hotly.
Little Jlmmle almpst perished with
apoplexy: "You, you?" he mumblod.
"Why, of course not. You're not the
only bridegroom on the train.''
Mallory tossed him the towel again:
"You meant Mr. Lathrop then?"
"Me! Not much!" roared the In-
dignant Lathrop.
Mallory returned to Wellington with
a fiercer: "Whom, then?"
He was In a dangferous mood, and
Ashton came to the recue: "Oh, don't
mind Wellington. He's not sober
yet."
This Inspired suggestion came like
a life-buoy to the hard-pressed Well-
ington. He seized it and apoke thick-
ly: -Don't mind me—I'm not shober
yet."''
"Well, it's a good thing you re not,
was Mallory's final growl as he began
bis own toilet.
The porter's bell began to ring Mrl
ously, with a touch they had already
come to recognize as the English-
man's. The porter had learned to rec-
ognize it, too, and he always took
double the necessary time to answer
It. He was sauntering down the aisle
at Ills most leisurely gait when
Wedgewood's rumpled mane shot ovt
from the curtains like a lion's from a
Jungle, and he bellowed: "Pawtah"
Puwtah.
'Still on the train," said the porter.
"You may give me my portman
teau."
• Yassah." He dragged It from the
upper berth, and set It Inside Wedge-
wood's berth without special care as
to Its destination. "Does you desire
anything else, sir?"
Yes, your absence,'* said Wedge-
wood.
'The same to you and many of
them," the porter muttered to himself
ord added to Marjorie. who was Just
starting down the aisle: "III auttalnly
be interested in that man glttln'
where he's goin' to git to." Noting
that she carried Snoozleums, he said .
"We're comin' into a station right
soon." Without further discussion
ehe handed him the dog, and he hob-
bled away.
When she reached the womep a
door, she found Mrs. Wellington wait
Ing with Increasing exasperation:
"Come, Join the line at the box of-
fice," she said.
"Good morning. Who's In there?'
said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington,
not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had
come out of her berth and fallen Into
Hue, answered sharply:
"I don't know. She's been there
forever. I'm sure it's that cat of a
Mrs. Whitcomb.
"Good morning, Mrs. Mallory,
snapped Mrs. Whitcomb.
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
that the random shot landed, but Mar-
jorie felt most uneasy between the
two tigresses: "Good morning, Mrs.
Whitcomb," she said. There was a
disagreeable silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh. Mrs. Mallory.
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown?"
"Of course I will," said Marjorie
"May I hook you?" said Mrs. Whit
comb.
"You're awfully kind," said Mar-
jorie. presenting her shoulders to
Mrs. Whitcomb, who asked with mali-
cious sweetness: "Why didn't your
husband do this for you this morn
ing?"
'I—I don't remember," Marjorie
stammered, and Mrs. Wellington
tossed over-shoulder an apothegm:
•He's no husband till he's hook-bro-
ken."
Just then Mrs. Fosdick came out of
her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit-
comb's waist agape, she went at It
with a brief, "Good morning, every-
body. Permit me."
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to
say "Good morning" and to ask. "Are
you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick?
Not yet," pouted Mrs. Fosdick.
'Turn round and back up," said
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu-
vering, the women formed a complete
circle, and fingers plied hooks and
eyes lu a veritable Ladles' Mutual Aid
goclety.
By now, Wedgewood was ready tq
appear In a bathrobe about as gaudy
PS the royal standard of Great Brit:
aln He stalked down the aisle, and
answered the male chorus's cheery
•Good morning" with a ramlike
"Baw."
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to-
ward the foreigner, and he observed!
"Glorious morning this morning."
"I dare say," growled Wedgewood.
"I don't go lr much for mawnlngs—
especially when I have no tub."
Wellington felt called upon to
squelch him: "You Englishmen never
had a real tub till we Americans sold
'em to you."
"I dare say," said Wedgewood In-
differently. "You sell 'em. We use
•em. But, do you know, I've Just
thought out a ripping idea. I shall
have my cold bath this mawnlng after
all."
"What are you going to do.
growled Lathrop. "Crawl in the ice-
water tank?"
"Oh, dear, no. I shouldn't be let."
,4 nrodurad from hi* Docket ft
We have our Fountain in fine shape and we are
serving the best cold drinks and ices. If we can't
please you, there is nobody in the county who can.
Call and try our fountain's products.
BARTON DRUG COMP'Y, SENTINEL.
rubber nose. "I iimply affix this lit
tie tube to one end of the spigot an
wave the sprlnklah hyah over my-
er—my person."
Lathron stared at him pityingly, and
demanded: "What happens to the war
ter, then?"
"What do I care?" said Wedge-
wood.
"You durned fool, you'd flood the
car."
Wedgewood's high hopes withered.
"I hadn't thought of that," he sighed.
"I suppose I must continue Just as 1
am till I reach San Francisco. The
first thing I shall order tonight will
be four cold tubs and a lemon
squash."
While the men continued to make
themselves presentable In a huddle,
the hook-and-eye society at the other
end of the car finished with the four
waists, and Mrs. Fosdick hurried
away to kep her tryst in the dlnlng-
car. The three remaining relapsed
into dreary attitudes. Mrs. Welling-
ton shook the knob of the forbidding
door, and turned to complain: "What
in heaven's name alls the creature In
there. She must have fallen out of
the window
"It's outrageous," said Marjorie,
"the way women violate women's
rights."
Mrs. Whitcomb saw an opportunity
to Insert a stiletto. She observed to
Marjorie, with an Innocent
"Why, Mrs. Mallory, I've even known
women to lock themelvcs In there and
smoke!"
While Mrs. Wellington was rum
maging her brain lor a fitting retort,
the door opened, and out stepped Miss
Gattle, as was.
bhe blushed furiously at sight of
the committee waiting to greet her,
but they repented their criticisms and
tried to make up for them by the ex-
cessive warmth with which they all
exclaimed at once: "Good morning,
Mrs. Lathrop!"
"Good morning, who?" said Anne,
then blushed yet redder: "Oh, 1 can't
seem to get used to that name! 1
hope I haven't kept you waiting?"
"Oh, not at all!" the women Insist
ed, and Anne fled to number six, re-
membered that this was no longer
her home, and moved on to number
one. Here the porter was just finish-
ing his restoring tasks, and laying
aside with some diffidence two gar-
ments which Anne hastily stuffed into
her own valise.
Meanwhile Marjorie was pushing
Mrs. Wellington ahead:
"You go in first, Mrs. Wellington."
"You go first. 1 have no husband
waiting for me," said Mrs. Welling-
ton.
"Oh, I Insist," said Marjorie
"I couldn't think of it." persisted
Mrs Wellington. "1 won't allow you "
And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushed
them both aside: "Pardon me, won t
you? I'm getting off at Keno.'
"So am I," gasped Mrs. Welling-
ton, rushing forward, only to be faced
by the slam of the door and the click
of the key. She whirled Dack to de-
mand of Marjorie: Did you ever hear
of such Impudence?"
"I never did."
"I'll never be ready for Reno," Mrs.
Wellington walled, "and I haven't had
my breakfast."
'You'd better order It In advance,
said Marjorie. "It takes that chef an
hour to boll an egg three minutes."
"I will, if I can ever get my face
washed," sighed Mrs. Wellington.
And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after
much hesitation, called timidly, "Por-
ter—porter—please !"
••Yes—miss—missus!" he amended.
"Will you call my—" she gulped—
"my husband?"
"Yes, ma'am," the porter chuckled
and putting his grinning head In at
the men's door, he bowed to lra and
said: "Excuse me, but you are sent
for by the lady in number one."
Ashton slapped him on the back
and roared: "Oh, you married man!"
"Well," said Ira, in self-defense, "I
don't hear anybody sending for y°m"
Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. 1
rather fancy he had you theah, old
top, eh, what?"
lra appeared at number one, and
bending over his treasure-trove, spoke
in a voice that was pure saccharine*
"Are you ready for breakfast, dear?
"Yes,' Ira."
"Come along to the dlnlng-car.
"It's cosier here," she said. "Couldn't
we have It served here?'
"But It'll get all cold, and I'm hun
gry," pouted the old bachelor, to
whom breakfast was a sacred Insti-
tution.
"All right, Ira," said Anne, glad to
be meek; "come along," and she rose
Ira hesitated. "Still, If you'd rath
er, we'll eat here." He sat down
'Oh, not at all," said Anne; "well
go where you want to go."
'But I want to do what you want to
do."
"So do I—we'll go," said Anne.
"We'll stay."
"No, I Insist on the dining-car.
"Oh, all right, have your own way,"
said Ira, as If he were being bullied,
and liked It. Anne smiled at the con-
trariness of men, and Ira smiled at
the contrariness of women, and when
they reached the vestibule they kissed
eatfh other In mutual forgiveness.
As Wedgewood stropped an old-rash
ioned razor, he said to Ashton, who
was putting up his safety equipment:
"I say, old party, are those safety
razors safe? Can't you really cut
yourself?"
"Cut everything but hair," said Ash-
ton, pointing to his wounded chin.
Mallory put out his hand: "Would
you be kind enough to lend me your
razor again this morning ?"
"Sure thing," Baid Ashton. "You'll
find your blade In the box there.
Mallory then negotiated the loan of
one more fresh shirt from the Eng-
lishman, and a clean collar from AsH-
tpn. He relolced that the end of the
The high dollar for you means reputation for me
R. C. SIMMONS
Auctionneer.
For dates call phone 406, Hobart, at ray expense
terms reasonable satisfaction or no pay
SENTINEL
Poultry & Egg Co.,
W, H. DeBusk, Manager.
With years of experience buying and selling on the mar-
kets, we are now better prepared than ever to handle the
increasing business. Always call us for prices.
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J. A. Robinson
For Superintendent
J. M. Wallace
For Register of Deeds
Mrs. Vashtash Stone
Chas. B. Lorenz.
(Republican.)
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Sam H. Hays,
(Central Hotel Man.)
For Counly Attorney
A. R. Ash
For County Assessor
W. L. Parker
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Harness and Saddle Sale.
Home-made harness at very
low prices. All harness goods at
cut rate .prices. Repair work
neatly and promptly done. Have
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Several hundred bushels of
good seed wheat for sale at w.
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I. Lowe, eied Sunday morning at
her home in Chicasha, Okla.
Mrs. Lowe was in attendance at
the funeral. She went to her
mother's bedside immediately
after hearing of her serious ill-
ness.
J. \V. H. Plumlee,
WILL PRACTICE IN ALL COURTS
Office in Wright building.
Rooms land 2, Phone 77. SENTINEL
S. D. Feltner came in Satur-
day and paid for the Leader for
a year. He has been taking the
paper for some time and says he
cannot do without it. Mr. Felt-
ner lives near Carter, Oklahoma.
Mrs. H. Garland is here, guest
of her sister, Mrs. Dr. Harris.
She was recently quite ill at her
home in Purcell, but is now im-
Continued next week.
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attention given to civil cases. proving.
Office in New State Bldg. Cordell, Okla. _
—————Mrs. Andy Wood and little girt
F R PhiDDS the Square Deal I left Wednesday for Bessie, Okla..
Fat uanTan Co^l!. OUa. j where Mr* Wjjd.nl ™.t th.
ti. I father of Mr. Wood.
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