The Foraker Tribune. (Foraker, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, July 23, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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^3 STORY C^J
□ THE □
Author of THE MAN ON THE BOX,
HEARTS AND MASKS
With Illustrations by A. WEIL
(Copyright, by Bobbs-Merrlll Co.)
Carrington loved Kate Cavenaugh,
daughter of Multl-Mllllonalre Henry Cav-
enaugh. The latter liked Carrington, but
refused him as a son-in-law. Young Car-
rington. a lawyer, held evidence of crim-
inal financial operations, of which Cave-
nnugh was guilty. It was Carrington's
duty to prosecute the rich man, but he
decided to lay tfhe whole matter before
Shortly after his determination to
tell Kate half a truth, Carrington left
the office and made an early train into
New Jersey. All the way over to the
Cavenaugh station he was restless and
uneasy. The fatal papers still reposed
in his pocket. He had not dared to
leave them in the office safe; his part-
ner, who had had no hand in the in-
vestigation, might stumble across
them, and that was the last thing in
the world he desired. He knew not
exactly what to do with them; for
they burned like Are in his pocket,
and seemed to scorch his fingers
whenever he touched them to learn
if they were still there. A thousand
and one absurd suppositions assailed
him. Suppo'slng, for instance, there
should be a wreck; supposing he
should be robbed; supposing he should
leave his vest on the links; and so
forth and so forth. It was very de-
pressing. If only he stood in the open,
unhandic'apped; if only he might
throw the gauntlet at Cavenaugh's
feet the moment they met!
Ah, if he had only attended to his
own affairs! But he hadn't; and his
inquisitiveness had plunged him into
a Chinese tangle from which there
seemed to be no exit. But there was
an exit; only, if at that moment Cas-
sandra had whispered the secret into
his ear, it would have appealed to him
as the most improbable thing under
the sun. However, there are no trust-
worthy Cassandras these sordid days;
a single look into the future costs a
dollar; and as for Greek choruses,
they trundle push-carts on the East
He had broken bread and eaten salt
at Cavenaugh's table and now it was
decreed that he must betray him. It
■was not a pleasant thought. And still
less pleasant was the thought of tell-
ing Kate (In a roundabout fashion,
It is true) that her father was not an
honeBt man. According to financial
ethics, what Cavenaugh did was sim-
ply keen business instinct; nothing
more. If you or I should happen to
bend an odd cornice of the majestic
pillar of law we'd be haled off to the
county jail forthwith; but if we
possessed the skill to smash the whole
fabric, or, rather, to continue the met-
aphor, the whole pillar, the great
world would sit up and admire us.
What are old laws for, anyhow? Build
you never so wisely your law, there
will always be some one to come
along and tack on a nice little amend-
ment, subtly undoing in a moment
what it took years of labor to accom-
plish. In this instance Cavenaugh had
been careless; he had forgotten to in
troduce his amendment. An infinites
imal grain of 3and will stop the best
regulated clock. The Infallible invari-
ably die on the heels of their first
On leaving the train, Carrington es-
pied the Cavenaugh station carriage.
Tho coachman was talking to a little
wiry old man, whose gray eyes twin-
kled and whose complexion was mot-
tled and withered like a wind-fall ap-
ple. Seeing Carrington draw nigh,
*-he coachman touched his hat re-
spectfully, while the little old man,
who was rather shabbily dressed,
stepped quickly around the corner of
the platform. Evidently he did not
wish to bo Inspected at close range.
Carrington threw his suit-case and
solf-bag into the carriage, and fol-
lowed them. Thereupon the coach-
man touched the horses lightly, and
they started westward at a brisk trot
"Who's your friend?" asked Carrlng
ton. who. though never familiar, was
always friendly toward his inferiors.
'He's no friend of mine, sir," an-
swered the coachman, with well-bred
contempt. "Miss Cavenaugh directed
ine to drive you straight to the club,
"Very well." replied Carrington.
lighting a cigar and settling back
among the cushions.
Immediately he forgot all about the
shabby old man. and began to Inven-
tory his troubles. He must hide the
papers somewhere. All the evidence
he had, together with the names of
the witnesses, was on his person; for
In making the whole he had prudently
destroyed the numerous scraps. If
this document fell Into allen blinds.
«fce trouble would double ItselL He
Was Simply and Tastefully Dressed
handsome, but possessing a counten-
ance full of strong lines. He inspired
your trust and confidence, which is far
better than Inspiring your admiration.
"I am not going to play to-day
said Kate, "so I'll follow over the
course and watch you play. I haven't
seen you for a whole week; and I
can't talk and play, too," smiling.
"Forward, then!" cried Carrington
beckoning to his caddy.
He played a nervous, fidgety game
that afternoon. Every time he teed
his ball the document spoke from his
pocket with an ominous crackle. There
was not one brilliant stroke to his
credit. This puzzled the girl, for only
the previous week he had been run
ner-up In the annual tournament for
crack amateurs. He made the ninth
hole Indifferently, then turned to the
girl, smiling whimsically.
"You are not playing up to your
form to-day, John," she observed.
"I admit It," he replied, tossing his
club to the caddy, who, well versed
in worldly affairs, serenely shouldered
the bag and made off toward the club-
house. "My heart Isn't In the game,
Kate. The fact is, I'm in a peck of
trouble." He determined to tell her
at once. There might not be another
opportunity like this.
"Why, John!" reproachfully.
"Oh, It came only yesterday. I
haven't been hiding it. I'm In a kind
of pocket, and can't exactly see my
way out. I want your advice; and you
must be the jury and Judge rolled into
They were standing on a hill, and
far away they could see the pale line
where the shimmering summer sea
met the turquoise bowl of heaven.
"Tell me what your difficulty is,
John, and I will judge it the best I
He never knew what a simple,
beautiful name John was till It fell
from the lips of this girl. Many called
him Jack; but only his mother and
this girl callpd him John. He mo-
tioned toward the sandbox, and they
sat down. The other players were
well scattered about, out of hearing.
He made out his case skillfully
"nough, giving his plaintiff and de-
fendant fictitious names. The thing
grow so real to him, as he went on.
that toward the end he rose to the
never a glance at him Rather her
gaze roved over the dancing gray wa-
ters and followed the lonely white sail
that stood out to sea. And when he
reached the climax, silence of some
duration fell upon them.
"Should this man be punished?" he
asked at length.
"He Is guilty; he has broken two
laws, the civic and human. Oh, the
poor people!" pathetically. "They are
never at peace; the wolf harries them,
and the Jackal; they are robbed, beat-
en and spurned. They are like sheep,
not knowing how to fight. They ar
rest a man for nls poverty; they ap-
plaud him for his greed. It is all
The sail fell under the shadow of
a cloud, and they both watched it
till It flashed into the sunlight again.
"A woman's intuition is sometimes
abnormally keen. You are strong
enough to fight such things without
the advice of a woman. Is there not
something vital to me in all this? Is
it not—is it not my father, John?"
puffed quickly, and the heat of the dramatics. The girl listened, but with
cigar put a smart on his tongue. He
had nothing to do but wait.
On the steps of the club's porte-
cochere he was greeted by Miss Cav-
enaugh, who was simply and tasteful-
ly dressed in white. If there was a
sudden cardiac disturbance In Car-
rington's breast, the girl's tender
beauty certainly Justified it. The
fresh color on her cheeks and lips, the
shining black hair that arched a white
forehead, the darkly fringed blue eyes,
the slender, rounded figure, the small
feet and shapely hands, all combined
to produce a picture of feminine love
liness warranted to charm any mascu
line eye. Let the curious question
Cavenaugh's antecedents, if they
were so inclined, thought Carrington
here was abundant evidence of what
certain old poet called the splendid
corpuscle of aristocracy.
Her sister went by the sonorous
name of Norah. She was 17, a bit of
a tomboy, but of the same build and
elegant carriage that distinguished
Kate from ordinary mortals; only
Norah's eyes were hazel-tinted and
her hair was that warm brown of the
heart of a chestnut bur. She was of
merry temperament, quick to like
to dislike, and, like her sister, loyal
to those she loved. Both girls pos-
sessed that uncommon gift in women,
the perfect sense of justice. You
never heard them gossiping about any-
body; and when a veranda conversa-
tion drifted toward scandal, the Cav-
enaugh girls Invariably drifted to
ward the farther end of the veranda
All the men admired them; they were
such good fellows.
The mother of the girls was, as I
have remarked, good-natured and ami
able, inclined toward stoutness,
a willing listener to all that was going
on. She considered it her bounden
duty to keep informed regarding the
doings of her intimate friends, but
with total lack of malice. At this mo-
ment she occupied her favorite corner
on the club veranda, and was en-
gaged in animated tittle-tattle. She
nodded and smiled at Carrington.
Norah was playing tennis. She
waved her racket at the new arrival
Carrington was her beau-Ideal.
He hurried Into the dressing room
and shortly returned in his golf flan-
nels. He was a sturdy chap, not at all
TRUE TO PLEDGES
PRESIDENT TAFT WILL KEEP
FAITH WITH PEOPLE.
Carrington faced her swiftly. He
had not expected this. There was
something in her handsome eyes that
barred the way to subterfuge. The
lie died unspoken, and ho dropped his
gaze and began to dig up the turf with
the toe of his shoe.
"Is it my father, John?"
"Yes. Oh, Kate," with a despairing
gesture, "I'm the most miserable fel-
low alive! To think that this should
fall Into my hands, of all hands In the
"Perhaps It Is better so," quietly.
"Nothing is Without purpose. It
might have come to test your honesty.
But you are sure, John; it is not
"All the evidence is in my pocket
Say the word, and the wind shall car-
ry it down to the sea. Say the word,
heart o' mine!"
He made a quick movement toward
his pocket, but she caught his arm.
Do nothing foolish or hasty, John.
Tearing up the evidence would not
undo what is done. Sooner or later
murder will out. If my father is culp-
able, if in his thoughtless greed for
money he has robbed the poor, he
must be made to restore what he has
taken. I know my father; what he has
done appears perfectly legitimate to
h'-Ti. Can he be put In prison?"
It all depends upon how well he
defends himself," evasively.
She went on. "I have been dreading
something like this; so It Is no great
surprise to me. He is money-mad,
money-mad; and he hears, sees, thinks
nothing but money. But it hurts,
John; I am a proud woman. My
grandfather—" Her lips shut sudden-
ly. "Money!" with a passionate wave
of the hand. "How I hate the name
of it, the sound of it, the thought of it!
I love my father," with a defiant
pride; "he has always been tender
and kind to me; and I should not be
of his flesh and blood had I not the
desire to shield and protect him."
"The remedy is simple and close at
hand," suggested Carrington, gently.
Simple, but worthy of neither of
us. I abhor anything that is not whol-
ly honest. It Is one of those strange
freaks of nature (who holds herself
accountable to no one) to give to me
honesty that Is the sum total of what
should have been evenly distributed
among my ancestors. If I were to tell
all I know, all I have kept locked in
Don't do it, girl; it wouldn't matter
In the least, fou are you; and that
Is all there ii to love. Why, I could
not love you less if your great-great-
grandfather was a pirate," lightly.
Love asks no questions; and ances-
tors worry me not at all; they are all
"Not always. But if my perception
of honor were less keen, I should
laugh at what you call your evidence."
"Yes, indeed. I very well under-
stand the tremendous power of
"Not more than I," sadly.
INCOME OR CORPORATION TAX?
If the Country Declares for the For-
mer, Additional Revenue May
Not Be Needed.
Conclusive Answer to Critic* Who
Have 8aid He Had Lost Interest
In Doctrines He had For-
The earnest warning given the par
ty of the administration, the party so
long in power at Washington that Its
control seems unlimited, In the pres-
ident's speech at Yale, to the alumni
of that university, ought to be accept-
ed everywhere as evidence that Mr.
Taft Is not unmindful of the Repub-
lican pledges made during the last na-
tional campaign. It is clear that he
does not forget his own promises, in
behalf of his party. It is equally plain
that he does not believe any political
organization can remain In power, in
this country, without deserving the
confidence and support of the people.
The Yale address ought to end all
talk of the president's carelessness
about party responsibilities. It ought
to silence the voices which have ac-
cused him of being indifferent to the
problems which were forced to the
front In the last presidential cam-
paign. Mr. Taft should be given a
fair chance to show what his policies
and his methods really are before he
is condemned by those who jump to
the conclusion that he does not mean
to be true, in every sense, to the doc-
trines which he indorsed and accepted
when he was a candidate for the great
office which came to him so easily.
The present administration is only
a few months old. The time is not
enough to make a record which can
go far in determining the fruits of the
Taft term—or terms. It is only fair
and sensible to wait for more definite
and conclusive evidence of the tenden-
cies and results of the president's
work In the White House. His meth-
ods are quiet and deliberate. He Is
not spectacular. He does not make
much stir in his efforts to reach an
appointed goal. But the real test Is
whether or not he will accomplish
what he undertakes, and whether he
holds his course along the lines he
himself laid down, before his election
As yet condemnation certainly takes
too much for granted. Common fair-
ness demands that the administration
be given more time to bring about re-
forms in taxation and to prove that It
will not fail to enforce and follow up
the Roosevelt policies in enforcing
obedience to law and respect for jus-
tice In business affairs, of national
scope and importance. Nothing has
happened yet to show that President
Taft is less devoted to the "square
than Theodore Roosevelt was.
The Tariff and the Future
The Jacksonville (Fla.) Times-
Union, commenting on the Star's pre
diction that no permanent divisions in
either party are likely to result from
the present more or less bitter tariff
"The division In Democratic ranks
has been greatly exaggerated. Louisi
ana has elected to congress a number
of Republicans who claim to be Demo-
crats, but who, as far as we can
member, have voted with the Repub
licans on every division that has been
made during the present session
These men should not be permitted
the Democratic caucus. They vote
with the Republicans; they should
bear the Republican stamp, and
Louisiana wishes to send them back
to congress as Republicans she has a
perfect right to do so; but no delega-
tion representing the views that these
men entertain should be permitted to
take part in a Democratic conven
This is much too severe on the Lou-
isianans. They have not gone beyond
Democrats from other southern states
except in gratitude and the full cour-
age of convictions. Asking protection
for the principal industry of their own
state, they have voted protection in
return to the industries of other
states. Why not? Besides, they are
not the first Louisiana Democrats to
take that position in congress. Sugar
( has always colored—Dutch colored, if
1 you please—the tariff views and votes
of the people of the state of both par-
ties. And, with either party in power,
sugar has always been remembered
in the day of tariff revision.
Asking the Impossible.
Our free trade editors are captious
as usual about tariff revision. Here
is one in New York demanding that
President Taft treat the forthcoming
bill according to this sentiment In a
speech of his last December:
"Better no revision at all, better
that the new bill should fail, unless
we have an honest and thorough re-
fac. j vision on the basis laid down and the
tory hand you would know better than | principles outlined in the party plat-
to bite your thread. They seldom do
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WARNED BY THE DENTIST.
Dire Results of Biting Thread Worth
Taking to Heart.
'I'll never ba able to do much for
you," said the dentist, "till you quit
biting your thread."
'Dear me," said the woman, "that re-
minds me of the days when grand-
mother threatened me with a whip-
ping if I didn't quit biting my nails."
"One habit is just as reprehensible
the other," said the dentist. "You
ought to be able to see you own teeth,
then you would realize that you de-
serve a good scolding. The edges are
uneven as a saw. Now, If you were
professional dressmaker, or
it. They have learned the art of snip-
ping it off with the scissors without
loss of time, and don't have to mal-
treat their teeth. It is you women who
do a good deal of sewing in a non-
professional capacity who think the
quickest way to break a thread is to
bite It. That may be good for the
progress of the work, but It is bad for
"Fortunately, you can't bite with the
whole mouthful of teeth at the same
time, so most of them escape. Those
that really do the work are the incis-
ors on either side. They are In a ter-
ribly bad fix. The enamel Is worn off,
tha ridges and corrugations are an
eighth of an inch deep, and—"
"Oh, don't tell me anything more,"
cried the woman. "You frighten me.
Just fix up my shattered teeth the
best you know how. and I promise
never to bite another thread."
It ought to be clear to the densest
comprehension that as a practical
proposition it is Impossible for this
session of congress to produce a bill
on the basis and according to the
rule of rate measurement stated in the
Honest, downward revision we can
have, and doubtless shall have.
But to demand that the platform
principle of difference In labor post
here and abroad be consistently ap-
plied to the schedules is to demand
the impossible. Why? Simply be-
because congress lacks the data nec-
essary to determining that differential.
There was no permanent tariff com-
mission at work to supply it with the
data, and without such a commission
we shall never get a scientific tariff I Mr Brvan comes right out in cold
with a broad basis of accurately and r*11* wan*8 no more nesMpa
Impartially ascertained and collated I notoriety." Well, good-by,
f*cts. j man—take care o' yourself.
How long will the corporation tax
Remain on the statute books?
The president's recommendation to
congress was in obedience to a condi
tion, and not to his wishes. Had the
coast been clear he would have rec-
ommended an income tax. He not
only believes such a tax constitution
al, but incomes a proper source of
revenue. And he wants the new tariff
bill to make ample provision for the
support of the government.
But he could not afford to ask con
gress to buck the supreme court,
There stood the adverse decision of
the court in the premises, and while
Taft the lawyer differed with the
court, Taft the president bowed to the
tribunal. The only way around was
by asking an expression at the polls
for a change in the constitution. That
the president recommended, and that
congress is expected to adopt.
We shall witness In the canvass of
the states on this subject whet is
called a great effort. The proposition
comparatively new. Taxing in
comes in a time of peace attracted no
particular attention when advanced by
the Populists, appearing, as the sug-
gestion did, along with a suggestion
about governmental loans to farmers
on growing or harvested crops, and on
But when the Democrats "lifted" the
proposition in 1894 and made it a fea-
ture of their tariff revision of that
year, the country took serious notice;
and since then much discussion has
played around the subject. It has un-
doubtedly grown In power, and the
friends of the proposition believe It
will carry In the coming contest.
If it does carry, shall we see Its
friends move in congress for a substi-
tution of the income tax for the cor-
poration tax? It would seem altogeth-
er likely. The corporation tax is pro-
posed as an emergency measure 1*
two senses. I^irst the treasury deficit
is considered, and then the existing
handicap of the supreme court deci-
sion carried by the income tax. Re-
move the handicap, and a contest be-
tween the income tax and the corpora-
tion tax should follow.
But there is one other matter to bo
considered. Suppose the customs fea-
tures of the new law prove sufficient
In themselves to meet the govern-
ment's requirements. Suppose It turns
out that the corporation tax was not
needed and can be dispensed with.
Should not the proposition then be,
not as to the substitution of the in-
come tax for the corporation tax, but
the simple repeal of the latter, leaving
the customs schedules to take care of
the revenues? A big treasury surplus
is not desirable; and the only strength
the corporation tax now possesses is
based upon the belief that, despite the
opinion and assurances of Mr. Aid-
rich, the schedules as revised would
not raise the money required.—Wash-
No Great Democrats Left.
Grover Cleveland is dead. That is
very apparent. Controlling votes have
been cast by Democrats at the present
session of congress against about
every principle and policy that Cleve-
land stood for.
Those two great southern
crats of full statesmanlike
John T. Morgan and Edmund W. Pet-
tus, are dead. L. Q. C. Lamar is dead.
William L. Wilson is dead; nobody
could doubt that he present mo-
That fine Missourian of eloquent and
human speech, George G. Vest, is
dead. John M. Palmer, Illinois' grand
old Democratic patriot, is dead. A. G.
Thurman, Ohio's noble Roman, is
The crafty but wise Gorman is dead.
William E. Russell, the pure and fear-
less paladin of .Massachusetts vic-
torious young Democracy, before
whom the bars of party opposition fell
like reeds, is dead. James C. Carter,
the peer of the jurists and publicists
of the past, is dead.
We shall not extend the sad list. All
the great Democrats seem to be dead.
What has the party left in congress?
Mainly a pitiful lot of temporizers and
demagogues, of assistant apologists
for the continual surrender of their
The ghosts of the great men whose
names we have mentioned, or their:
painted portraits on the walls, would
be worthier representatives of their
party than they.—New York Mail.
juice of fresh
44 crushed 4
MOT THE BUTCHER'S FAULT
Mrs. Customer—That lamb you
sent me, Mr. Stintwaite, was the
largest and toughest I ever saw.
Mr. Stintwaite—Tut, tut. It's that
boy been loitering again. I assure you,
when that joint left the shop it was
the sweetst little leg of lamb you
could set eyes on, and I gave him
strict orders to deliver it at once be-
cause you wanted it young.
A Case for Sympathy.
Two matrons of a certain western
city, whose respective matrimonial
ventures did not in the first instance
prove altogether satisfactory, met at
womap's club one day, when the
first matron remarked:
"Hattie, I met your 'ex,' dear old
Tom, the day before yesterday. We
talked much of you."
"Is that so?" asked the other ma-
tron. "Did he seem sorry when you
told him of my second marriage?"
Indeed, he did; and said so most
Honest! He said he was extremely
Borry, though, be added, he didn't
know the man personally."—Lippln-
No Need of Interference.
The two neighbors who were pass-
ing the little cottage heard sounds as
of a terrific conflict inside and
stopped to listen.
Presently they heard a loud thump,
as if somebody had fallen to the floor.
"Grogan is beating his wife again!"
Bursting the door open, they rushed
into the house.
What's the trouble here?" they de-
"Ther' ain't no trouble, gentlemen,"*
calmly answered Mrs. Grogan, who
had her husband down and was sit-
ting on his head. "Gwan!"
German Interest in Our Tariff.
Of course. German as well as Eng-
lish and French manufacturers are In-
terested in American tariff legislation.
So is the German government, which
always is striving to promote German
industry and trade. But there is no a-
ing to indicate that any foreign man-
ufacturer or government has over-
stepped bounds and been guilty of
what could properly be called •Imper-
tinent" conduct in connection with
the pending tariff bill. It certainly
was not "impertinent" for the German
government to do what it was asked
The infpnnation It transmitted and
which the finance committee would
have suppressed Is to be printed. Then
American consumers may be better
able to judge whether the proper de-
gree of protection is being awarded
certain domestic manu'acturers.
Passed Mammoth Iceberg.
An iceberg described as 2^ miles
long and 500 feet high—presumably
not so high for the whole 2% miles
was passed about 1,200 miles from
New York recently by the French line
freighter Mexico. It was in latitude
42:20, longitude 46:70.—New York
"Tell me frankly, sir, what do you
think of my daughter's voice?"
"Well, madam, I think she may
have a brilliant future in water-color
That sterling Democratic organ of
public opinion, the Charleston News
and Courier, admits that South Caro-
lina tea needs a little protection; not
much, but just enough.
are realized in the first taste of de-
The golden-brown bits are sub-
stantial enough to take up the
cream; crisp enough to make
crushing them in the mouth an
exquisite pleasure; and the fla-
vor—that belongs only to Post
"The Taste Lingers"
This dainty, tempting food is
made of pearly white corn, cooked,
rolled and toasted into "Toasties."
Popular pkg; ioc; Large Family size 15c
POSTUM CEREAL CO.. LTD.,
Battle Creek, Micb.
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