The Cushing Citizen (Cushing, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 20, 1914 Page: 2 of 8
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iba faeee of eagela' I thlak I shall
«a atom henceforth wlib ay face
ahlalag. aa thai all mea «UI aaa thai
I ha*a riebee—yoer lava far ata, dear
•I aa aa happy I aaa hardly aaa tha
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"•"T «"«*|haa aat I aai aendlag (hto over hy
Uaala Jeflereoa Hand ma hack Jaat
A ward hy hla. sweetheert, to aay I
tha thraa ahort words I aa ao thlraty
a beer ever aad over—one verb
twees twa pronouns—ao that 1
Ihlse than all at oaaal"
with ayaa brilliant. lighted
I aaadla. aaalad tha lattar with tha ring
ye* kla keek I '* "d ««•
yo' baalal aha ala gvUaUr ma _Jbfr**ft*r •** •«>"«>« lnt® "»•
dla Naaa. ar aT DarlMaha tuha avah #^UJk' wmit,cb n* !h#
l ha naval" of tha conatallatlona daapao to
Baaaat found Taltaat alulae la tha *^n. ,1U >»pla laaull
i Pi llatanlnc to tha Ini
la tha ahadowy chaahar tha n,oU~ fu,Ul,« lB,to *• W0T« c»oni.
of aotharof aaan glaanad with f *T*nlnf- Uncla Jaffaraon waa long
dan oolora uadar hla lagara. Ha ™ ? i"?' "d b# ,r#w1,InpAtlent
a truck at first aaly hrekaa ahorda, that Jn*,ly and l^#,an1^ p^01[, Ulrou«h th*
hacatna flaally tha haunting barcarola | * ^an
of "Talaa of HofTaaaa." It waa tha
air (hat had drlftad acroaa tha gardan
whan ha had stood with Shlrlay hy
sun-dial. In tha naomaat of thalr
drat kiss. Over and ovar ha playad
It, Improvising dreamy varlatlaas, till
to tha front porch and finally to tha
driveway, listening st avery turn for
tha familiar slouching step.
When at length the old negro ap-
peared. Valiant took the note he
brought, his heart beating rapidly
tha tender melody aeemed the daar I carried It hastily In to the candle-
ghost of that smbrace. At length he u«ht H* d,d not °P«° " once, but
sat for a full minute pressing it be-
tween his palms as though to extract
from the delicate paper the beloved
thrill of her touch. His hand shook
slightly as he drew the folded leaves
from ths envelope. How would it be-
gin? "My Knight of the Crimson
Rose?" or "Dear Gardener?" (Sha had
I called him Gardener the day they had
! set out tha roses) or perhaps oven
"Sweetheart?" It would not be long,
| only a mere "Yes" or "Come to me,"
perhaps; yet even the shortest missive
[ had Its beginning and its ending.
He opened and read.
For an Instant he stared unbeliev-
ingly. Then the paper crackled to
ball In his olutched hand, and he made
hoarae aound which was half cry,
then sat perfectly still, his whole face
[shuddering. What ha crushed in his
hand waa no note of tender love-
phrases; It waa an abrupt dlsmlaaal.
I Tha staggering contretemps struck
the color from his face and left every
nerve raw and quivering. To be "noth-
Wor an inatant Ho 8tarod Unbellev !®g [° h%r' M ,h* °°u,d be nothing to
Ingly. him? He felt a ghastly inclination to
laugh. Nothing to her!
went Into tha library and la the crlra- Presently, his brows frowning hoav-
aoning light sat down at tha deak. Hy. ha aproad out tha crumpled paper
and began to write: and reread It with bitter alowneaa,
"Dear Bluebird of Mine: weighing each phraaa. "Something
"I can't wait any longer to talk to which aha had learned alnoo she last
you. Less than a day ha
since wa were together, but It might
have been eons, if one measured time
by heart-beats. What have you bean j
doing and thinking, I wonder? I have
apent those eons in tha garden, just
wandering about, dreaming over those
wonderful, wonderful momenta by tha I darkneea or that tha friendly doora of
•aw him, whloh lay between them."
Sha had not known It, then, laat night,
whan they had kiaaad beaide the aun-
dial I She had loved him than! What
oould there ha that thrust them irrev-
ocably apart?
Without stopping to thlak of the
Suddenly We«*g tto
Vt
aoal-obeevrtty from wtthta aa iraa
railing. Ha boat over, aaddaaly noting
a scant; It waa capo Jaaaamtse
With the curious aaaaaUoe of aimoet
prescience plucking at hla. he took
eb hla pocket aad
atntck one It fiared ap UlualaaUag
a flat granite alab la which
a aaae aad Inscription
COWARD BASSOON
The silence seeaed to craah to earth
like a great looklng-glaee and shiver
Into a million plecee The wax dropped
from his Angers and la the aupervaa-
Ing darkneea a numb fright gripped
him by the throat. Shlrlay bad laid
these there, on the grave of the man
his father had killed—the cape Jeeaa-
mlnes aha had wanted that day, for
her motherl He understood.
a a a a a a a
It came to him at laat that there
was a chill mist groping among the
trees and that he was very cold.
He went back along the Red Road
stumbllngly. Was this to be the end
of the dream, which he had fancied
would laat forever? Could It be that
she wss not for him? Was It no hoary
lie that the sins of the fathers were
visited upon the third and fourth gen-
eration ?
Whan ha re-entered the library tha
candle was guttering In the burned
wings of a night-moth. The place
looked all at once gaunt and desolate
and despoiled. What could Virginia,
what could Damory Court, be to him
without her? The wrinkled note lay
on the desk and he bent suddenly with
a sharp catching breath and kissed It
There welled over him a wave of
rebellious longing. The candle spread
to a hasy yellow blur. The walls fell
away. He stood under the moonlight
with his arms about her, his lips on
hers and his heart beating to the
sound of the violins behind them.
He laughed—a harsh wild laugh that
rang through the gloomy room. Then
he threw himself on the couch and
buried his face In his hands. He was
still lying'there when the misty rain-
wet dawn came through the shutters.
there areel aay infanta? The lissoa
to over aad l »e Juat rung tha bell far
ailaaea. Children, this Is Missionary
, Sunday, and l a glad to see ao many
happy faraa here today Cosy." aba
said relenting, -you can be the orgaa
1st If you «aat ut"
-I woaX" aald Coty anllenly "If I
cant be table-cloth I wont be dlah-
rag"
-AH right, you needn't." retorted
Rickey fraeslngly. "Sit ap. Greenle.
People doo t lie oa their backs la
Sunday-echooL"
Greeale yawaed dismally, aad right-
ed herself with Injured slowneea "Ah
diffuses tar 'cop* yo' Insult. Rickey
Saydah." sbe said. "Ah'd ntthab lose
mah ligloa daa mah las'nese En
•epkeee yo" splssnble dlaalaltloa!"
•Xet us all rise," continued Rickey,
■aaoved. "aad sing 'Kingdom Com-
ing.'" And she struck up lustily,
beating time on the stump with a
atlck. and tha rowa of children joined
la with unction, the colored contingent
oomlng out strong on ths chorus:
De yarf shah be full ob de wunduhful
eto ry
is watahs dat corah de saal
The clear voices In the quiet air
startled the fluttering birds and sent
squirrel to tha tlp-top of an oak.
from which ha looked down, flirting
hla brush. They roused a man, too,
who bsd lain In a sodden sleep under
bush at a little distance. He was
ragged snd soiled and his heavy bru-
tal face, covered with a dark stubble
of some days' growth, had an ugly
scar slanting back from cheek to hair.
Without getting up, he rolled over to
command a better view, and set his
eyes, blinking from their slumber, on
the children.
"We will now take up the collec-
tion," said Rickey. ("You can do It,
June. Use a flat piece of bark.) Re-
member that what we give today Is
for the poor heathen In—In Alabama."
The bark-slab made its rounds, re-
ceiving leaves, acorns, and an occa-
sional pin. Midway, however, there
arose a shrill shriek from the bearer
and ths collection was scattered broad-
'Habl
-Tea aaat bay a wag doll far a dollar.
My llttleet. lit Heat oae coot Urea, aad
she dldat hava a stitch to her boob!"
Hhut up!" said Rickey
"Dolla were cheaper then." SI
at the row of little
d at the vlsloa of
"What do yoa think little Mary
with her
aad caady. too. bat
at the poooo-r heathen. There waa
a tear la her eye. bat aba took the dol-
lar home, aad east day wbea sbe went
to Bunday-ecbool. aba dropped It Is
"Little children, what do yoa reckon
became of that dollar? It bought a
big aatcbelful of traots for a alaaloo-
ary. He had boon a poor aaa with
six children and a wife with a bone-
felon on her right band—not a child
old enough to waab dlahee and all ot
them young enough to tall la the Are—
ao he had to go and be a mlaalonary.
He waa going to Alabam—to a canni-
bal laland, and he took the tracts and
sailed away la a ahlp that landed hla
on the abore. Aad wbea the heathea
cannibals saw him they were ve-e-ery
glad, for there bada't been any ship
wrecked sailors for a long time, and
they were ve-a-ery hungry. So they
tied up the missionary and gathered
ot of wood to make a lire and cook
i.
But la had rained and rained and
rained for so long that tha wood was
all wet, and it wouldn't burn, and they
all cried because they were so hungry.
And then they happened to find tha
satchelful of tracta, and tha tracta
were ve-e-ery dry. They took them
and etuck them under the wet wood,
and the tracta burned and the wood
caught flre and they cooked tha mla-
alonary and ate him.
"Now, little children, which do you
think did the most good with her dol-
lar—little Susy or little Mary?"
Tha front row sniggered, and a algh
came from tha colored ranks. "Dem
ar' can'bals," gasped a dusky Infant
breathlessly. "—dey done eat up all
dat candy and dem goober-peas, too?"
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
little girl had
kind of braaklag oat oa bar bead
same la while bllatera aad wbea
off they
would come agala la jaat a few daya.
Tha trouble looked eomethlag Uka
daadraff bat waa hard aad acaly aad
wbea the ecalee would come off all of
tha hair came alao aad would leave
tha head raw.
"I had tried aalvea which only aoft*
ened tha ecalee ao I decided to uae
Cutlcura Soap aad Ointment I
waabad bar head with warm water aad
Cutlcura Soap aad then applied tha
Catlcura Olntmeat aad lot It remain
ever night I used only one box of
Cutlcura Olntmeat and one bar of
Cutlcura Soap aad her head waa well."
(Signed) Mrs. Lualla Biggs, Jan. IS,
1914.
Cutlcura Soap and Ointment aold
throughout the world. 8ample of each
tree.with 82-p. Skin Book. Addreaa post-
card "Cutlcura, Dept L. Boston."—Adv.
Let'a Be Charitable.
The Inventor of the first player pi-
ano la dead at eighty-five. Peace to his
ashes. Let us forgive him. He never
knew what his device would do to
nervous folk In our noise-ridden Amer-
We haar of new Uses of Hanford's
Balsam of Myrrh. In dehorning cat-
tle, light applications help to stop
bleeding, making the use of a hot Iron
Adv.
CHAPTER XXIX.
sun-dlal. Ah, dear little wild heart
born of the flowers, with the soul of
a bird (yet you are woman, too!)
eld dlak Is marking happy hours now
lor ao!
"How have I deserved this thing
that baa come to ao?—end bungler
that I have been! Soaettmoa it see ma
too glad and sweet, and I am suddenly
desperately afraid I ah ail wake to fad
ayself facing another dull
la that old. useless, empty life of
I aa vary humble, daar. before yaw
the edifice would be cloeed. he caught
up hla hat and went swiftly down the
drive to the road, along which he
plunged breatbleealy. >e blue star
was now streaked with
like faded orehlda. and the
ahadowa oa the aaevea ground under
his hurried feat Bade him glddv
Through ths dla aad hurly-burly of hla
thoughte he waa eoosetoue of dbnly
Bovtng shapes assess fences, the
owoet breath ef eo wa, aad a eagre pe-
dsstrtoa wba ■reeked hta la saaalaa
The Coming of Grssf King.
It was Sunday afternoon, and under
the hemlocks, Rickey Snyder had gath-
ered her minions—a dozen children
from the near-by housss with the
usual sprinkling of littls blacks from
the kitchens. There were parents, of
course, to whom this mingling of color
and degree waa a matter of conven-
tional prohibition, but alnce the ad-
vent of Rickey, In whoss soul lny a
Napoleonic lnatinct of lendershlp, this
waa more honored in the breach than
ia the observance.
"My! Ain't It scrumptious here
now!" said Cosy Cabell, hanging yel-
low lady-allppers over her ears. "I
wlah we could play here always."
"Mr. Valiant will let us." said Rick-
sy. "I asked him."
"Oh. he will." responded Cosy gloom-
ily. "but be'U probably go aad marry
somebody who 11 be mesa about it"
"Everybody doean't get married."
aald one of the Byloe twins, with aae-
>u ranee. "Maybe he vast"
a boy knows abaat It!" ra-
lly. "Wosaaa hare
t% aad aoate ess of thaa win aahaj
QUESTION RIGHT TO SWORD
Historic Relic Now In Possession of
Unlvsrslty of Pennsylvsnls Hss
Evoksd Discussion.
The gold sword that Louis XVI pre-
sented to John Paul Jones In recogni-
tion of the fight he made with the Bon
Homme Richard agalnat the Serapla
haa been presented to ths University
of Pennsylvania by Edward C. Dale,
son of the late Richard C. Dale, a for-
mer president of ths Society of Cincin-
nati. The sword haa been in the poa-
eesslon of ths Dale family for more
than n century.
This is the sword which Charles
Ha ry Hart, a local historian, de-
clares now should bs In possession
of Admiral Dewey. It had been gen-
erally accepted that the sword passed
by wlU of Commodore Jones to Com-
modore Dale, a forbear of Richard C.
Dale. Mr. Hart denied thla. Ha de-
clares that tha sword wss In posses-
sion of John Paul Jonea when he died
in Paris, la 179X. aad that Jaae Tay-
lor of DuafHea. Scotland, a slater of
Jones, went to Paria and took poassa
dt by the aaa
fighter. Later the aword waa sent to
Robert Morria.
According to Mr. Hart Mr. Morris
later presented the sword to Com-
modore John Barry, Benior officer of
the American navy in 1796, but t
the presentation waa only a life
legacy, and that It should have been
handed down to Barry's successor
senior officer, eventnally reaching the
possession of Admiral Dewey.—Phil*
delphla Press.
8ad Result
"What was the fruit of your enter-
prise?"
"Mostly lemons."
A*
Not From the Burna Collection.
"Where did golf originate, Sandy V
"It wass furrst spoken in Scotia,
lad."—Philadelphia Publio Ledger.
If you wish
clothes, use Red Cross Ball Blue,
good grocers. Adv.
beautiful, clear, white
At
Bird Man Haa Arrived.
On the day after Christmas a Rus-
sian aviator at St Peteraburg flaw a
new machine of hla owa man«g for
hours, carrying ten passengers In addi-
tion to a heavy load of ballast This
establishes the aeroplane as a sura
adjunct of modern transportation, in-
cluding passengers and freight A
w days before thla evea we heard
of the successful nee of the flying ma-
chine by the French army operetta#
In Morocco, which puts this new anda
of warfare among the anna of military
operations of our day, and hereafter
when we nee the —yrrrlirn "nil
eras" we shell have to
No Improvement
"How does Peroy De Soft improve
his time?"
"He doesn't"
DICKEY'S OLD KEUABLJE BTB WATTO
aoola and soothaa aora eyes. Adv.
The Remedy.
"What guttural notes that slngar
hast"
"Then let'a curb them.**
Only One "BROMO QUININE"
To s«t tha sennlna. call for full
TTVB BROMO QUININB. Look fort
k. W. GROVE. Cares a Cold ia Ona Day. Mots
aooch and baadaeha. and works oC sold. Me.
The average woman can do anything
with a hairpin except sharpen a pen-
cil—and aha can do that with her
teeth.
The Old Standard
kill Tonic is
General Tonic bscaass ft
l-known tooic properties ot QUININB
IRON, ft oca ea the Liver. Drives
set Malaria, Berichaa As Blood sad
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