The Orlando Clipper. (Orlando, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 4, Ed. 1 Friday, December 24, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
Hlohard Derrlng, returnlnK from a wln-
\er In tho woods to Ills mother's farm
home, is overtaken i>y ills uncle, accom-
panied by his eccentric wife, coming to
pay a visit at the farm. Aunt Jerusha's
questions about Emily Button, supposed
to be Richard's sweetheart, bring out the
fact that she Is to marry a merchant,
Edwards. Derrins's disappointment stlm-
uli^tes his ambition and under the advice
of Selh Kinney, a hermit of the woods,
tic resolves to fit himself for college. Kin-
ney promises to teach him Greek. Der-
rlnB tells his mother his resolve,
tnd in his grandfather's old lab-
oratory begins the study of Greek.
Scth Kinney hears Richard's Greek
recitation In the woods while he and Tom
Bishop ply the cross-cut saw. Der-
ring learns lhat he can look indifferently
upon the Iokh of Kmlly. He visits Aunt
Jerusha, who volunteers to help him
through college. The Greek learned in the
uoods carries Richard triumphantly
'hrough entrance examinations, wins ap-
proval from the professor and Insures his
popularity among his fellows.
CHAPTER VIII.
A crowd of boys were waiting about
the door. The boy of the back seat
linked his arm In Richard's. "What'd
old Four-Eyes want?" he demanded.
"Got a leather medal anywhere?"
'What'd he say, anyhow?"
The fact that Richard was their
senior by several years did not seem
to impress them. They gathered
itiout him, chaffing and questioning.
A shout of defiance went up from
the group. They were drunk with too
much Greek and with release from op-
prossion.
A deep voice underran tho chant
and snatched it from them and made
It beautiful, hurling it out with force.
The group looked at him a moment
doubtingly. Then they gave way and
followed his lead. The burlesque had
become a march of triumph. Breath-
less they landed him at his own door.
"Say, you fellows, what do you bet
old Four-Eyes don't let us all off easy
on account of the farmer?"
"Three cheers for farmer!"
"Hip—hip!"
"Three cheers for Four-Eyes!"
Heads were thrust out again above.
"Yah—yah—yah! Dry up, down there.
Yah—yah!"
The group broke up and drifted apart
with a final yell. Windows descended
with a slam, and quiet reigned.
The Greek professor, crossing the
campus five minutes later, heard only
the twittering of English sparrows
and the quiet rustle of the leaves. Un-
derneath the quiet, for the professor's
ears, run sonorous epic lines, chanted
to a deep measure. The professor held
his head high and stepped to a mighty
tune.
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Heads Were Thrust Out Again Above."Yah—Yah—Yah! Dry
There, Yah—Yah!"
Down
They disregarded his ptern look as he
tried to shoulder his 'ay through the
crowd.
"Oh, hold on."
"Tell us what he said."
In the end Richard complied, half
resentfully.
"Liked it, did he? My eye!"
They danced about him.
"For he liked it, don't you know,
don't you know?" they chanted, "For
he liked it, don't you know—o-oh!"
"Then Aurora, rosy-lingered daugh-
ter of the morn," wailed In the Greek
a small, chubby lad with pink cheeks.
It was the seesaw chant of the
woods.
The group took it tip with a shout
of Joy. They sent the burlesque jig-
ging across the campus.
Heads were thrust out above. "Hey,
you freshies! Haw-baw-haw! Keep
quiet, down there!"
The whole class was entered with
out condition in Greek—a thing un-
precedented. The faculty gasped
when they heard the news. The
students grinned. News of the Greek
prodigy got about college. Poor Rich-
ard found his path a thorny one. He
could not appear on the campus but
a chant in Greek would spring up of
itself in the distance—swelling or dy-
ing away to an echo, according to the
number of students on hand, and end-
ing always with the mocking refrain:
"For he liked it, don't you know—
o-oh!"
The situation gave him enough to
think about. He forgot to remember
Emily, or even to remember that he
had expected to remember her and be
miserable. She rested in tho back-
ground of memory, a faint blur,
brushed out of existence by a grinning
yell of derision
Ho learned to set his teeth and grin
back; and in the end he found his un-
welcome distinction an advantage. It
might not be comfortable to be recog
nized and pointed out in every new
class he attended as the learned wood-
chopper; but at least ho was recog-
nized. No professor forgot his name
or fumbled up and down the class-list
trying to Dlace him. And the fact
that he was older than the majority
of the class, added to the uncanny
Greek distinction, gave him un as-
sured place.
When it was known that he was
working his way through college num-
berless opportunities sprang up. The
faculty gave him tutoring and secre-
tary work to do. The student body
put him on the football team. Emily's
image grew so faint that Cupid must
have wrung his infant hands in de-
spair.
The four years went by with undig-
nified haste. Richard was conscious
of leaving undone half that he meant
to do. He groaned in spirit over vast
tracts of literature—of which he knew
not even the name—that he could get
no time to explore. Nevertheless, he
found himself, at the end of the
course, taking honors in English. He
gasped a little. Then he hunted up
the professor of Eng'ish and laid be-
fore him his secret desire.
"Want to be a journalist?" said the
professor with a smile. "I thought it
was Greek."
Richard made a hasty gesture—
"Never!"
The professor laughed out. He was
a trim, slight man. "Had enough in
college?"
Richard nodded.
The professor drummed with his
fingers on the table for a moment.
"Had you thought of trying for a col-
lege position—English assistant, or
something?" He watched Richard's
face.
It Hushed a little. "I want some-
thing that will take me into life. I've
never known anything but the woods
—and this."
The professor winced a little. ' Well,
journalism will take you into life, all
right." He remained thoughtful n
moment. "Have you ever done any-
thing at It?"
"I've done the college news for two
papers and sent specials now and
then. Hut that stands for nothing
permanent."
"It will do more for you than I can,"
said the professor. He had drawn a
sheet of paper towards him. "How
would you like Chicago?".
"All right."
"You might as well have plenty of
life while you're about it. 1 hear they
hustle things out there. You won't
think you're in the woods—or iu col-
lege." He had taken up his pen. "I
have a friend on one of the dailies. I'll
•drop him a line."
"Thank you, sir." Richard stood up
to go.
The professor held out his hand.
"That's all right, tiring around some
of the letters you've done on the col-
lege. They'll help you uiore than any-
thing I can say. I'll put them in when
I write."
CHAPTER IX.
She was dressed in a long cloak,
grayish-brown, with gray hat and veil
Her tall figure loomed duskily in the
back of the elevator. She was speak-
ing to the elevator boy, who stood
with his hand on the rope and slid-to
the door as Herring entered.
"This is my reception afternoon,
Tom. If visitors ask for me, you can
show them directly to the studio."
"Yes, Miss Gordon," returned the
boy.
"Third, please," said Herring. His
newspaper life was teaching him to
think and act quickly. He must jpve
her time to get at work. He stepped
out at the third floor and the door
was slammed behind him.
He could spend half an hour looking
over the things on this floor. It would
ail work in some time—if he were pro-
moted, as lie hoped to be. His posi-
tion at present included a variety of
work. He was liable to be called on
to write a column on any subject—
from bacteria and the lake water, to
art and its outlook in Chicago. His
column to-day was "The Private
Studios Connected with the Art Insti-
tute."
As he had turned the corner at
Michigan avenue he had caught sight
of a roll of paper whirling lightly
across the open space in front of the
Institute. A woman in a gray cloak
was battling with the wind and look-
ing despairingly after the hurrying
roll. It was the work of a moment for
him to dart through the crowd of
teams, rescue it, and receive mur-
mured thanks from the gray veil.
Now, by the moment's chance iu the
elevator, he had learned that she was
one of the artists lie had come to in-
terview. He would wait half an hour.
Then he would look her -up. She would
at least be civil to him. It was a
lucky chance.
She was seated with her back to the
door, in the light of the north window.
She turned her head from her work
with a look of inquiry. The face was
older than he had fancied through the
folds of the veil.
She half rose from her seat, her
hands full of brushes and color-tubes.
"Fray do not rise," he said. "If you
will kindly go on working I shall teel
less that I am intruding."
He explained his errand and asked
permission to look about the studio
and take notes He asked the permis-
sion very humbly. He had not ac-
customed himself to the idea that the
public likes to be interviewed and
written up. The slight hesitation with
which she gave the permission
seemed to him natural and fitting.
"In fact," she said, smiling, "I sup-
pose 1 ought to be glad to have you;
it will advertise my work."
She went on with her work and they
carried on a desultory conversation.
Derriug wandered about the studio,
taking notes and pausing here and
there. A sudden exclamation caused
her to look up. He had turned a wa-
ter-color sketch to the light and was
examining it.
•'it is Ashton Pond?"he said
"Yes. Do you know It?"
"My home is there. It seems strange
to see it here—out of place."
clip this out.
Valuable Recipe When Afflicted with
Rheumatism or Backache.
This is a renowned doctor's very
best prescription for rheumatism.
"One ounce compound syrup Sarsa-
pHi'llla; one ounce Toris compound;
half pint high grade whiskey. Mix
them and take a tablespoontul before
each meal and at bed time. The bot
tie must be well shaken each time."
Any druggist has these ingredients
or he will get them from his whole-
sale house.
Of course it was an old bachelor
who said that love was hatched in an
incubator and raised in un insane asy-
lum.
"More life to that flavor than any
gum I have ever tasted."
WRIGLEY'S SPEARMINT.
Hid anybody ever ask the weeping
willow why It does it?
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75 "Guars'1
Asked Permission to Look About ths
Studio and Take Notes.
' I like to have it. It makes summer
and the east nearer."
He looked at her iu surprise. "D«
you go there?"
"I have spent the last three sum-
mers there," she replied.
"And I have not been homo for the
last four. I've spent the vacations
away."
They fell to talking of mutual ac-
quaintances and places of interest.
She had heard of Setli Kinney and
she knew the wood-road. The studio
became to Herring a very home-like
place. They two were shut in, alonf,
in the midst of the quiet. The great,
practical city roared outside, but they
did not hear it. He did not realize
thai she showed the tact of a woman
of the world in guiding the conversa-
tion. It seemed to him spontaneous
and natural.
When she fell silent he started iu
dismay, looking at his watch. "I ain
keeping you—and the article must be
in by two."
She gave him her hand at parting
with the cordiality of an old friend.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Interesting Relic.
.lust before Charles Edward, the
young pretender, came to England to
attempt the recovery of the throne of
his ancestors, he gave a bal! in Paris
to which his friends and partisans
were invited. Among the many beau-
tiful women present. Lady Mary
Touchet, a young English lady, great!y
attracted the prince's, notice, and be-
fore the evening was over he cut out
the "star" which decorated his breast
and presented it to her. Lady Mary
cherished a romantic regard for
"Prince Charlie," and was one of his
most devoted adherents. She died
very suddenly in the pride of her
youth and beauty. The "star" after
her death became the property of her
sister, who married Philip Thicknesse.
This gentleman, who was a whig, did
not care for the Jacobite relic, and
gave the "star" and a picture of the
prince to his nieces. Doubtless the
pretender's "star" is now in the pos-
session of some family who regard It
as a valuable curiosity, and preserve
it as such.
She Lives in Louisville.
A young woman whose name is—
whose name is—well, if you can guess
it. Is something like — never mind
what her name is—startled everybody
within a certain block on Fourth ave-
nue the other day. She proved then
that she doesn't believe in hiding her
light under a bushel, especially when
it is needed by the other fellow.
A car was nearing a corner, and a
man was dashing madly down a cross-
street in an effort to nab it before it
sailed by. It looked as though he
would miss it, though, and then it was
that the girl placed her fingers to her
lips and blew a shrill blast that Peter
Pan would have delighted in, and
which is given only to the elect to
produce.
The car stopped. The fatigued run-
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bow his thanks to the laughing dam-
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Dahlgren, David E. The Orlando Clipper. (Orlando, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 4, Ed. 1 Friday, December 24, 1909, newspaper, December 24, 1909; Orlando, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc305783/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.