The Granite Enterprise. (Granite, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 23, Ed. 1 Friday, October 13, 1916 Page: 2 of 8
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THE GRANITE ENTERPRISE
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POSTER CAMPAIGN IS ENDED
tngland UMd 0ver 500 Kindt of P
tonal Appeal* for Men to Join
th. Army.
Th* MIihI« Imvr tj«-en drn « D «a tt«S t
d-«jr ('!■• ••<] at the Publicity Uetmrt
ortK. CVntral It'-crulUng Whlt*^ I
ball, l^ioilou. rliun cuitclU'lihc what I
a perhaps the pr.mt.ft |«.*t«*r and j
sd erti*lrn cnin[>«ii„-n Id history.
How many band)** of the** war p j
Urrs have reartii «l America it u oald It*
ImpuftslMe to nay. for one of the J< y
of the auuvftiir hunter In I-ondin ha* |
be**n the collecting of these posters to j
•eli In America, bif Hums heiuj nuked i
for complete wt*.
Knmi the humble orlfln of one small |
porter. Lord Kitchener's a|>peal f« r j
lftf.iMJ men for the war. niore thun j
6**) different kind* have tic-en Isnuwl |
since.
1 'ne popular poster showed an iu> j
•ortraent of beadg.-ar, with the query j
"Which will you wear?" the khaki cap j
being In the center. One of these was {
•tuck outside a hatter s shop in the ■
Kast End. and the enterprising trader :
man having printed the price under j
each style, marked the khaki cap i
"free-
it 1 not on record whether a certain
billposter had a sense of humor or not.
but the fact remains that he placed
the lnrltatlon. "Wake Up. England'
Join th- Army V.w," on a graveyard
yall. Khich v> tickled a certain major
passing to the war office each morning
that he Insisted «<n it being left there,
and part is there still.
What will always rank as the great-
est achievement of this large output
wm the night of the king's own appeal,
when 40.000 posters appeared on Lon-
don walla between the hours of 0 p. m.
•nd 6 a. m. Forty-live men were em-
ployed.
Many people have said "What a
waste!" but when one comes to con-
older that the new armies were raised
to a great extent by this method of
appeal the question arises. "Was the
money spent on posters that got 3.000,-
Onu uien all waste?"
&
WYLJI
Ths red mirage binds Far-
Quhar'a eyes when ho sacrifices
hi moo If to protect hit father"*
memory, and to protect tho girl
he love*. Nameless In tho For-
eign Legion, going through
worse than death at the hands
of thooo who should have been
hia friends, the mirage still
blinds him. and when tho mi-
rage dissolves in the love and
sympathy of a real woman. It
eeems too late. Bat you must
read tho story to know how
completely a "perfectly good"
woman may ruin the life of an
impulaive. chivalroua man, and
how a aympathetic. loving one
may help him to lift and hops
again.
CHAPTER I.
It Takes a Strong Man.
1'ne of the assistant directors In a
ajovle studio was In need of some
change to pay an express charge last
week.
"Hey. Glen." be bellowed across the
place to Olen White, "can you break a
half dollar?"
."I cannot." the actor shouted deter-
minedly. Then he a<^ed indignantly:
"Say, who do you think I am. any-
«y? Samson?"
A new typewriter attachment auto-
matically feeds envelopes or cards
Into a machine to save an operator's
due.
There are five quarts of blood In
the humaD body, half of which may
be lost without loss of life.
Adds to the
Joy of Living-
it isn't alone the deliciously
sweet nut-like taste of Grape-Nuts
that has made the food famous,
though taste makes first appeal,
and goes a long way.
But with the zestful flavor there
is in Grape-Nuts the entire nu-
triment of finest wheat and barley.
And this includes the rich mineral
elements of the grain, necessary for
vigorous health — the greatest joy
of life.
Every table
daily ration of
should have itj
Grape-Nuts
44 There's a Reason'
Beginnings.
i "And so you have really made up
your mind, Richard?"
"With your consent, mother."
j Mrs. Farquhar sighed and tapped an
! Impatient tattoo on the fender with her
f small, well-shod foot.
"My share In the matter has not the
slightest importance. You might have
spared me the farce."
"It's not a farce: as it happens, I
want your consent. It's true—I'll
marry without it—but it will make all
the difference to my happiness." He
put his bead a little to one side and
looked at her whimsically. "Really,
mother, you are the last person to
blame me for falling in love. It was
you who taught me to adore the sex."
She made no answer. But she
glanced np at the tall Venetian mirror
and her mouth relaxed. She undoubt-
edly possessed a charm which made it
eeem scarcely credible that the man
beside her was her son. She was small
but beautifully made. She possessed
the nameless quality which excuses
everything and has sent men in all
ages from crime to great place and
from great place to the sallows. Rich
ard Farquhar bore her no resemblance,
though it was conceivable that without
the wig and the coating of powder she
might have revealed a certain similar-
ity of coloring. His face and broad-
shouldered, narrow-hipped figure re-
vealed race, also vigor and headstrong
temperament, which a peculiar light in
the eyes accentuated. At the moment
his expression was gay, but it veiled
excitement and something obstinately
resolved.
"You are a vain old woman!" he
said lightly. "I believe you expected
me to be dancing at your apron strings
in blind adoration all my life."
* "I did nothing of the sort. I wanted
you to marry—but not Sylvia Omney."
He looked at her in unconcealed sur-
prise. Possibly her tone was new to
Mm. It was sharp and irritable; it re-
vealed her suddenly as an old woman.
"I think I must be rather like my
father," he said thoughtfully. "I don't
remember him, and I have never seen
anything of his save an old letter to
you. Here it Is." From his breast
pocket he took out an old letter cov-
ered with yellow, faded writing and
unfolded it. "It gives me a queer
feeling, too, when X read it," he went
on slowly. "I might have written it
myself—to the woman I loved. He
must have loved you madly, mother.
One feels in every line that you were
a religion to him—that he would have
sold himself, body and soul—"
"Don't!" she interrupted sharply, an
grl/y. Then she gave a shrill, unsteady
little laugh.
"My poor Richard! Yes, you are like
him—very like him. But if it's the
wrong woman—what then?"
"Of course, It must not be the wrong
woman," he said slowly. "But my fa-
ther chose rightly, as I know I have
chosen. I hare chosen a woman after
his own heart—Sylvia is like you,
mother."
"Sylvia is like me?" She lifted her
faded, still beautiful eyes to bis face.
"Yes, I suppose she is—what men call
a womanly woman. God help men
firom what they call womanly women.
Well"—she turned away with a care-
less. almost contemptuous movement
| of the shoulders—"I can't save yoa.
I Take my blessing, Richard. That's
j -vhat you want, Isn't It?" *
I "Thank you. I may bring Sylvia io
1 ie yoa?"
•Af. irs# *yt*t an.t I r«- an very
*H '!• stiytbititf Uwn beard f ti*
brother >'
"I dual think m> Pat 1 ■hall bear
I tonight."
j "CW fele tfcmat probably xbe
f c an-ed bark st hia with a turioos lit-
I lit stnil. on brr mlortraa faco "AO the
I Mine, ttylfia Is me*y. j -m rather
prood of yo« niytrif. Hubord You
ar the only man I know who dmm
| la perfect taste without look)ok a
I gar o.*lle Good nifhr "
i*he kt <<«1 him hurriedly at be bald
the door o|M>a f. r her. sad for sn in
ttanl *ha I.* ked up Into bit fare with
a carious JwIf tender, half whimsical
[I grimace. Then she was gone
Aa h«ur later Itu-hard Farquhar en-
j trred 'he Oinueya' drawing room. He
j found his boat by the flresl«le, a some
j what lone figure with the white, thin
J face of a man never wholly at rest,
j He greeted Fanpthar eagerly and
nervously. We—1 expected you t*
i for*—"
"I have been kept at Alderahat."
Farquhar answered. "I caine my first
J free evening. I can't tell you bow
keen 1 have been to bee you both
again—and to hear your newa."
The elder man teamed to shrink to-
' get her. lie glanced nervously over hit
ahoulder, and his face wot gray and
•oaken.
"There V no newt. Farquhar We
traced him to Marseilles, and then fol-
lowed a wrong scent over to Oran and I
farther south. It all came to nothing—
the wrong fellow ail the time. It
broke me up. I've lost hope—all hope.
Farquhar."
"He will coma back," the other tug-
gested.
"N'o, no: he was reckless and obsti-
nate aud—a bit of a coward. He
couldn't face the disgrace—he left that
to us—and he couldn't face me. I dare
say I was harsh—but I swear I didn't
deserve this. And now I have to lie
and pretend and play this confounded
comedy. People—the few who believe
—will tell you that my son is sheep
farming in Australia. Farquhar. what
In heaven's name possesses 9 man to
want children? Mine have been a
curse—"
"You have your daughter," was the
sharp Interruption.
The banker glanced at the man be-
side him. The thin, bronzed face was
slightly flushed, and there was a Are
In the passionate eyes which seemed to
cause the observer a new emotion. He
turned away, his thin features twisted
Into a wry smile.
"Yes—I have Sylvia—naturally she
Is a great comfort, hut she Is young—
you must always remember that, and
one must judge youth by other stand-
ards. We must not expect too much."
"One might expect everything of
Sylvia," Farquhar responded gravely.
Again the swift, anxious glance
swept over his face.
"Ah, yes, you are young yourself.
Well, I suppose you want to see her:
I won't detain y<-u.
ker- h'i f bad Sown to ear ilpa la aa
Ittatm.fIte effort al euaftaluteal
•oh," the Nld under ber breeth
•Yoa! l b. Richard!"
He strode e> r> a the r<« m to ber
aide He seised ber bands sad k aaej
them in a atorioy outbreak of pa u>a
▼MIS II TM« AOS or VOOTM.
Yoa will lust tta years yoangtr if yea
Jtrkaa voar agiy. gristly, (rsr bam by
"La Creole" llair lJ
s a«
Drttetac — Adt
Harking Back.
••l etnorl U umbel baa bought a floe
which eermed terrify ber. Mbe '"*egy."
You will find her
iPtALTrys
"Sylvia,"
He Said Brokenly.
in the library- looking out some old
prints for a well-intentioned futurist.
We have become artistic, you know."
If there was a covert sneer in the
last words Farquhar was not in a po-
sition to notice it, for he had already
begun to cross the room. One or two
people spoke to him, but he answered
absently, and they did not detain him.
A pair of heavy tapestry curtains sepa-
rated the so-called library from the
drawing room. He pushed them softly
aside and entered.
Sylvia Omney stood at the long table
beneath the subdued cluster of electric
light, her head bowed, her back toward
him. She did not seem to hear his en-
trance, for she did not move, and he
did not seek to call her attention. She
was not looking at the great folio
which lay spread out before her, but
staring sightlessly into the shadows,
her cheeks bathed In color, her lips
parted in breathless anticipation. A
moment later she lifted her hands to
her face, and he saw that she trembled.
He knew then that she was conscious
of his presence, and that that same
awe and dread of their dawning happi-
ness held her as it bad held him in
paralyzed waiting.
"Sylvia." he said brokenly.
She did not turn. She looked up,
and in the glass their eyes met The
color had fled, leaving her whiter than
the dead purity of her dress; her Jaw
had dropped. For an instant It seemed
to him that a veil had been torn from
her face, leaving it piteously distorted
"Sylvia!" he repeated in a changed
tone.
She turned then with a little stifled
gasp. Her hand with the lace hand
shrank from bin. vainly trying to free
himself.
"Oh, Richard -don't—ytfU muet he
more careful -we are not alone- there
are people—"
He laughed up at her tlla eyea were
alight The tulxfued flicker of reck-
lessness. never wholly absent, blazed
up la defiance of ber white timidity
"I know there are people- hundreds
of them -somewhere down In that dul
old world which we've left miles l*>
nesth. Yea,1 I dsre say, I am a little
mad I feel It—I'm risd of It. It s
good to be msd like this Suddenly
her expression penetrated his Intngica-
tlon. He stopped short. "Mylvla—
yon're not III?" he as Id roughly.
She sfiook ber tead, half smiling,
half tearful.
"You may - not care what people
think, but I do—all nice women do.
We are not properly engaged. Yott
forget that"
He nodded, his eyes fixed on her
half-averted face.
"Perhaps you are rlglit—women are
different. In their love aud la their
religion they seek the outward, visible
signs. I have brought the visible signs
with me." He put his band to his
pocket ami drew out a small case,
which he opened and placed on the '
table before her. "That Is my first '
gift." he said simply. As though drawn
against her will, she turned. Her eyes
rested on the ring Io Its cold, gray
setting, and their pupils dilated with
an amazed Involuntary dispier ure It
was a single, flawless emerald, square
cut and set In a narrow band of sap-
phire.
Farquhar took It from Its case and
held It out to her.
"You don't understand. It can't be
just now. It's as though we were re-
joicing in the midst of a terrible grief.
Surely you have heard?"
"I know that your brother has not
been found," he answered earnestly.
"I know that be was—is very dear to
you. Why should that come between
us now ?" •
"Because—" She made a little, |
feeble gesture of despair, and then j
went on breathlessly. "It's not for
myself, Richard. There Is my father
to be considered. Robert's loss has
broken his heart. He Is 111—you rfiust
have seen that—I enn't tell him that I
am going to leave him—"
"I don't ask it of you. I shall be
patient. I shall wait a year—two
years, but you can't keep me on the
outside of your life while I wait. You
belong to me—you gave yourself to
me. I don't claim more than you gave
—I wouldn't claim that much If I
saw it was not for your happiness— 1
and now I bold you above my life, my
honor—"
"Oh, hush! hush!" She looked at
him with terrified, beseeching eyes.
"Please don't say that—I don't want to
hear It, Richard. It sounds so—wild
and mad, and your eyes frighten me.
Be reasonable and gentle—dear."
The hard lines of violence smoothed j
themselves from b5s face as if by a j
miracle. With an almost feminine ten-
derness he took her icy band between j
his own and chafed It."
"Forgive me—I think I have n devil ;
in me. Sylvia, a little black fiend that
drives me—well, to the very devil, in
l fact." He stopped, his eyes narrow- !
ing as thonch at some vision which be !
could not fully face. "If I lost you— j
Sylvia, what is the matter?" He looked I
at her more intently, and then, with a
sudden flash of perception. "Something
has happened—out there in Algiers.
What?"
She did not answer. She was not J
even looking at him. Following her
glance, he turned slowly on his heel. A
man who had stood hesitating on the
threshold now came toward them, his
hand extended.
"Forgive me. Miss Omney. I Inter-
rupted, but I understood that I should
find you here, and I could not wait
You see, I am punctual to the hour
and to the day."
He spoke, in English, with a faint
accent that was not displeasing. Rich-
ard Farquhar drew back. The vehe-
mence had vanished from his manner*
leaving him curiously at ease. Sylvia
Omney glanced at him, swiftly, with
an almost childish appeal and fear.
"Rkhard, this Is Captain A maud.
We met out in Algiers. Captain Ar-
naud—this is Mr. Farquhar."
Both men bowed. The Frenchman
smiled with cordial recognition.
"I have heard your name often, Mr.
Farquhar. You are what Is called an
old playfellow, are you cot-r-a privi-
leged position?"
For an instant Farquhar waited, his
eyes fixed on the girl's white face. She
did not look at him or speak.
"Indeed, most privileged."
He picked up the emerald ring and
slipped it carelessly back into his
pocket.
Uu«l be going to court an old fash-
ioned girl."
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Add rets postcard. Cutlcura. Dept I*
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Double Trouble.
"Huey days fur my wife."
"How so?"
"llus to keep her white shoes pow-
dered at well sa her face."
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It is a pity that tome persons
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How much sorrow might have
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November 11th, 1915.
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