Cushing Independent. (Cushing, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 24, 1911 Page: 2 of 8
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"This one they call a Count—this
tutor. I thought he wu trying to
break into the bouse."
"Wouldn't be surprised If he
Blazes asserted, vehemently. "Isn't
your daughter In there? Isn't Harry •
sister In there? These Counts will do
anything to capture a g rl wlUl
money."
"It ls« not so!" Count ron Fits sput-
tered. rubbing his neck.
"It's a gam dood thing I happened
I along." Blazes observed.
| "A what, friend?" Medders inquired
; curloualy.
I "A gam dood thing—doesn't count,
1 you know when you cuss backward a.
"Verily." Medders said, "there be
| times when a man could cum side-
■ "bMauttfui woman and a German £?unt 8neeiB, miu iuwCD, Buu —— ...™-
McaoT*"" tfi/ ^Caitll'ne."arrta, together, all unconscious tnat In her -Well." Blazes said, turning again
M* tnme t.. play ho tc « rtorrate* Prim- j gtrenu0u8 efforts to effect her escape t0 count von Fltz. Its a lucky
m«r. .-oualn of l-ucy' . «rrwjs *• 1 /.r«atin«r th« first bumo upon nr Von there waj
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• SYNOPSIS. ! timed by staccato rips, which be did
not locate aa coming from the room
n.rrv Swtfton Is -Tp*ctln* a vi.lt from wherein was Mrs. Blazes,
hix flan.i,ucy Medders. a 1 And In that room Mrs. Blazes was
oaStM*Tnio'anothe * macht^' eSuhJjy j feverishly tearing and tying "trip, of
r.Vtr'.Tr^ ^ aLnr£*'nt*f£Tuc? "ar- she was creating the first bump upon
ry Is trailed to hi. home by the Count I th#
pathway of a young love—but
lit \,r!h1nit"«tro^hTch°.h«m«y * hll ; then love, as Mr. Shakespeare ob-
been delivered at Harry's houiw-. 8i>« , eerved long long ago, never did run
In irr< at fear lest her husband n'lr oi
her eiraj>ade. I.ury Me.lders . and her smooth.
Her ncapaae. i.ury tn
father arrive and the count Is hidden in
nn<- room «n< Mr* Blazes In '
Harry Is forced to do faf"cy'JL?ence
keep Lucy from dlsroverln* th« pre enc«
of the woman. The milliner. '):'Phnn *>a'
flndton, * ho proves to be an old flame ol
Harry's, arrive* to trace the missing di ^ .. ..
?ueatUhr,Tnear^r tTed'inu,Pihe room or. | rope that was fearfully and wonder-
cupled i/v the Count*. Th>- latter, with | ful|y ma(}e. She had used everything
%-hc.m DaPhne had flirted at on ^ hft(, and any,hlng. from pillow Blips to the
itiven her on that occasion^ I cords of the portieres. She had
CHAPTER XII.
Mrs. Blazes opened her window si-
lently, and lowered to the ground a
Itiven n<r on ir.ai hitmium. -
that «>><• *ave the rln* to ^uz's
A* the Count had also riven Mr* BUzes
a duplicate of the ring he becomes some
what excited. Haphne leaves lh w""
and se.k* refuse '"the one th*
Mrs. Ulaz'*. Mr. Medder dl^"versth«
Count, who Is Introduced as Harrt s oer
man tutor. Gen-ral Blaze* arrives and
accuse. Harry of concealing hisi wue.
Haphne ct. p# out and the «eneral i.
dumfounded. Lucy (rives way to tenrs^
The Count take. the blame for the whol.
affair upon himself, but the verdl91 Is rs
■erved until Harry can vindicate hlmseir
General Blazes admits to Harry_ that tus
has flirted with Daphne, and Mrs. Blazes
overhears the talk.
CHAPTER XI.—(Continued.)
' "Isn't It a lovely evening?"
Then she began to sink gracefully
upon the seat, when an even more
ominous ripping sound was heard
Carolyn abandoned her project with
due and proper suddenness, while
pigeon mopped hiB brow, and said. In
flustered tones that he tried to make
sound matter-of-course:
"I thought earlier today that we
might have some rain."
He lifted his foot to rest It careless-
ly upon the bench, not caring to try
to Bit down any more, but with the
movement came a terrific rip as though
something had torn loose forever.
He dropped his foot and tried to
whistle a popular air.
Carolyn looked the other way and
became nervous.
"I can't do a thing with my hair to-
night." Bhe observed, lifting her arms
to pat it Into shape.
R-r-r-rlp!
Her arms dropped to her sides, sol-
dlerwlse.
"1 think," Pigeon said, desperately,
"that the evening Is the most pleasant
time of the day."
He sat down, In spite of the ripping
that still sounded.
"Won't you be seated?" he asked
politely.
Carolyn slowly, carefully allowed
herself to sit beside him. and to her
evident relief there was no further
■ound of ripping.
"Isn't It funny," Pigeon said, "how
lonesome a fellow gets at this time of
the evening. If he Is all alone?"
"Now, don't get sentimental," Caro-
lyn said, tapping him playfully ou
the shoulder.
Simultaneously with her movement
there was a Budden, short rip. She
drew back in confusion.
"Is it wrong to get sentimental?"
Pigeon asked, carelessly dropping lils
arm along the back of the seat and
behind her, and at the same time
hearing another vicious rip. He pulled
his arm back as though his hand had
encountered a pin.
"It's silly to bo sentimental," Caro-
lyn declared, without a motion of any
sort. By this tlnw--sbe was afraid
even to turn her eyes toward him.
"I'm silly, am I?" Pigeon aBked,
sulkily.
"I didn't say that," she answered.
"You did!"
"I didn't!"
Pigeon attempted to arise haughtily,
but—r-r-r-r-rip!—and he Bat down
again.
"I suppose," he said to her. pettish-
ly, "you think I can't do anything?"
"You can't!" she replied, pouting,
for she was angry because of the rip-
ping, and naturally wanted to vent her
wrath on the nearest object, which tn
this instance happened to be the poor
youth. "You can't. Doing nothing Is
the best thing you do."
"Boarding school wit!" Pigeon re-
torted. "Oh, well, there are plenty
•f other girls!"
"And don't you forget. Mister Wil-
liams." she snapped, with a heavy ac-
cent on the "Mister," "that there are
plenty of other men!"
Then she arose, utterly Ignoring a
terrific ripping noise, and strode Into
the house with the cold, heartless
tread of a prlncesB. But as she went
up the steps. Pigeon, had he been
watching, would have Been her clutch.
Ing nervously at her skirt, while the
ripping went merrily on.
Pigeon got up with an air of gloom,
and grasped bis belt in a tight clutch
marched off. hi* steps being
..V
enough rope to let her out of a six-
story building. Instead of from a win-
dow a scant twelve feet from the
ground. The end of the rope she tied
to a table near the window. Then
she looked down anxiously.
"It is dangerous," she sighed.
The Count wandered Into view. He
was growing weary of waiting for
the hat. At sight of the rope he bright-
ened up.
"Jump oud,"he suggested.
"Silly!" she said; "I've got to climb
down. Steady the rope."
He took hold of the lower end and
straightened the rope* against the
building.
But how In the world am I to climb
down?" she demanded.
"Led yourBelluf oud Blow, und den
glide for life," he told her.
Their argument grew more intense.
for you there was nothing In the re-
port that you were with my wife to-
day. I'm a Jealous man. I'm desper-
ate when I'm roused."
"Don't rouse!" the Count begged.
"Once," the General aid, "I caught
a man flirting with her. What did I
do?" . ..
'Vat did you do?" the Count asked,
weakly.
'They burled hla hat," the General
said. 'Must his hat! Just—his—hat!"
•Chust his hat!" the Count echoed.
Mentally he wondered If It had been
a yellow hat with red poppieB.
"Thou art a man of wrath. General."
Medders said. "Once I grew angry
at a man—in my youthful days."
"And what did you do to him, man
of pcace?" asked the General, laugh-
ing, while the Count listened nervous-
ly,'ln those days." Medders Bald. "I
was vain of my strength and given to
yielding to my angry passions. I went
unto thiB man, and I seized him
thus—"
Before the Count could dodge, Med-
ders held him as though in a vise.
"And I said unto him: 'Thou con-
demned wretch, dost thou not know it
is unwise so to conduct thyself in our
midst?' And I smote him thus, and
I shook him thus"—Illustrating upon
the helpless Count—"and then I said
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"Isn't It a Lovely Evenly*"
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She was afraid to trust herself to the
frail means of reaching the earth, and
he was insistent that she should come
down at once. In the midst of their
talk the front door opened. Mrs.
Blazes heard the sound and darted
back from the window, taking the
rope In with her so swiftly that she
left the Count standing with his hands
In the air.
Amos Medders came Blowly down
the steps, looking Intently at the
Count, whom he could not recognize
In the dark. The Count had not heard
him coming and could not understand
why Mrs. Blazes had pulled the rope
in bo suddenly.
Count von Fltz was dumbfounded
when he was seized in a grip of iron
and the cold tones of Medders carney
"What are thee doing, scoundrel?"
General Blazes came up the walk at
that Instant He had his hat in his
hand and was still laboring under ex-
citement. When he saw Medders strug-
gling with the Count he leaped into
the fray and separated them.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"Well. I am surprised," Medders
nald. "I thought this foolish little
man here was a burglar."
•What foolish little man?" Blazes
aaked.
unto him that If he offended me again
I should smite him full sore."
"Please," begged the Count, "please
don'd remember anything else!"
"I beg thy pardon," Medders said,
contritely. "I did forget myself."
"Come in out of the night air, gen-
tlemen," suggested Harry, who came
to the door Just then. The trio, smil-
ing over the unconscious way in which
Medders had shaken the Count, start-
ed In, when a messenger boy arrived.
He carried a large hat box. The
Count tried to Intercept him. but Har-
ry was as anxious as the Count to get
that hat
She turned It out quick enough,"
Harry murmured to himself, paying
the boy the seventy-live dollars that
was called for on delivery. When the
boy had left, Harry chanced to look
at the address and read:
"Count Herman von Fltz. Why, this
hat isn't for me, after all."
"No," the Count said. "I ordered it
but it isn't for me."
Medders turned and said:
"1b there some mistake, Harry?"
Harry looked at the Count, but that
gentleman was pretty well satisfied
with the situation and made no move
to correct matters.
"No. there isn't any mistake,
ry said.
"Did I understand Bright." Medders
asked, "that thee are paying seventy-
five dollars for that hat?"
"I did—without taking chloroform,
too," Harry ruefully asknowledged. ^
"Some hats are worth that much,"
the Count remarked.
"Sure!" boomed the General. "My
wife often spends more than that for
a hat"
"Is It for thy slBter, Harry?" Med-
ders asked, casually.
"I don't know if it will lit her." Har-
ry answered, non-commlttally.
"Wouldst thee let us see It?" Med-
ders asked. "Truly, a hat worth that
much must be a wonderful thing.:'
Here the Count nervously Inter-
posed. afraid that the General would
become aroused If he saw the hat
"No, no. Der night air might spoil
It!"
From the house came the lank form
of Socrates Primmer. In his hand he
carried the hatbox which all day he
had been endeavoring to open In the
presence of Lucy.
"What is the trouble?" he asked.
"No trouble at all—unUl you came,"
Harry replied, drily.
"Harry has simply been doing what
I have often done," General Blazes
explained "He has bought a hat.
Primmer glanced at the hat box
Harry held, and then iooked at his
own.
"This then, is for his wife?" he In-
quired. sadly.
"What?" the General said, misun-
derstanding Primmer. "Another man
buy a hat for my wife? How dare
you!"
Primmer shrank away from him.
"Nay." Meddere soothed. "The hat
Harry has Is for his sister, Carolyn.
"No," Harry corrected him, fearing
some further complication. "The fact
is, I was going to give the hat to
Lucy—with your permission, Mr. Med-
ders. But I didn't like to ask your
permission before all the others here.
"Bully for you, Harry!" the General
beamed. "You couldn't do a finer
^■Thee hast?" Medders asked. "What
Is It, Socrates?"
"A hat," Primmer announced.
Harry leaped to a conclusion. In-
stantly he coupled Primmer with the
mysterious man who had bought the
duplicate hat at Mile. Daphne's.
"Let's see it" he said.
He opened Prlmmer's hat box, ana
one glance was enough to confirm bis
suspicion. He dropped the lid quick-
ly, took the box from Prlmmer's unre-
sisting hold, and said:
"I'll take your hat to Lucy. She 11
be—"
"No. 1 shall present It to her my-
self." Primmer declared, taking the
box from Harry.
"All right," Harry said. Don t Tet
any one profane that hat by seeing It
until It gets to the one for whom it is
intended. And neither will I with
mine. You won't let any one see It?
"Surely not," Primmer agreed.
"All right. That's a sacred compact
Let's all go In now."
And as he ushered them Into tne
house Harry said things to himself be-
cause of his foolishness in Pay^S
seventy-five dollars for a hat when the
duplicate was in the house all the
Ul"And." he growled, "I've still got
one coming from Daphne!"
"What did thee say?' Medders
asked, as they went into the reception
room.
"I was Baying that I hoped no one
was coming this evening to break up
our quiet little party."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Trimmer's Trick.
I took the trouble to watch a trim-
mer fill a basket with ordinary pota-
toes, writes "Tip" in the New York
Press. He took an enormous potato
too big to sell to any wise buyer. He
put this potato on end with crowns
up in the basket and then he built
upon it a kind of trestlework or
bridge, piling on the fine sized, nice,
round baking boys on top. When the
customer buys, the potatoes ara
poured as quickly as a flash Into a big
bag and it Is only when the housewife
gets home that she find the giant-
sized potato nearly filling the bag.
and sne wisens up when she cuts up
the big. fat boy for boiling. As a
rule, the big ones have a great big
hollow heart and insldes as black as
a man's hat Nowadays they are sell-
ing tomatoes and other truck on
baskets, not in them. They take a
nice big wad of paper and fill up ths
basket to the top and then pile in the
produce and put on the price.
Faces Included.
Howell—He has a weather-beatea
face.
Powell—Well, the weather beats
everything. .
Appetite
Gone
THEN
YOU SHOULD
TOY
HOSTETTER'S
Stomach Bitters
It will restore the
appetite, aid digestion
and assimilation,
and keep the
bowels
open Take
a Bottle
Home Today
SAVE YOUR MONEY.
patton ana piuoh_
Tutt's Pills
GARY ACT
A Commuter's Explanation.
The man in the Iron mask explained.
"They assured me there were no
mosquitoes here," he cried.
An Experiment.
Nurse—What is the matter?
Johnny—The baby is a fake; I
threw him on the floor, and he didn't
bounce a bit.
L>
prepared.
"Gracious what is all that crepe
for?"
"I had a chance to get it at a bar-
gain, and, you know, my husband goes
In for flying!"
BEST SHE COULD 8AY.
It
Myrtle—I understand Miss Critic
paid me a compliment last night.
Natica—Not quite, but she came as
near It as you could ever expect from
her. She said you were charming,
but—
Fully Informed.
"Is this Mr. Walsingham's officer
asked the gentlemanly solicitor, as
be paused before the dignified old
man who Bat at the only desk in ths
room.
"Yes, sir."
"Are you Mr. Walsingham?"
"No, I'm Just an Inquisitive youns
Bcamp who baa come in to paw over
bis papers, read his private corre-
spondence and smoke a cigar that I
have taken out of hla vest pocket."
It were not beBt that we should all
think alike; it is difference of opinloa
that makes horse races possibles
Mark Twain
A Large
Package
Of Enjoyment—
Post
Toasties
Served with cream, milk
or fruit — fresh or cooked.
Crisp, golden-brown bits
of white corn—delicious
and wholesome—
A flavour that appeals to
young and old.
"The "Memory Lingers"
Sold by Grocers
Pottum Cereal Com
Battle Creek.
Lid.
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