The Cushing Citizen (Cushing, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 43, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 26, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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And out what's tba law?"
"Man s tow?"
"1 IUppO*K SO"
"Hot I don i know. I'm only a vary
Ignorant old man. your friand. If
you'll have m* "
"Whtl do you think?"
"80 far aa I see. Jcuo, tba woman
can arraign you on a charge of big ;
amy. Moreover. If you seek divorce
she can pload tbat there's equal guilt,
from which there's no release."
"And tbat'a the law?"
".Man'a law. llut, Jesse, whan you
and Kate wore Joined In holy matri-
mony, waa It man's law which said.
'Whom God hath Joined, let no man
put asunder.' What has man'i law to
do with the awful Justice of Almighty
God?
"And hero, my son, I am something
more than a foolish old man." He
rose to his feet, making the sign of
the cross. "I am ordained," be said, "a
barrister to plead at the bar of
Heaven. Will you not have me as your
adviser, Jesse?"
"Whom God hath Joined," Jesse
laughed horribly, "that harlot and I."
"She swore to love, honor and
obey?"
"Till death us part!"
"And that was perjury V
"A Joke! A Joke!"
"That was not marriage, my son,
fcut blasphemy, the sin beyond /©rslve-
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bar footttrpa ovar iba new snow. I
faal bar praoaora •ban I r*ad bar
boobs I know b«r thoughts are spir
11a haunting ma. and all thing* wait
until aha comae barb Not until I loet
my tody did I evar hear tbat faint,
thl*. swaying acho wbaa bar grow
»aam«d to ba bumming tunM At lima*
• ban daw was falling. I bava baard
tba pattarlag of millions and millions
of llttla faat, Juat aa ah* said making
tha grass band
Tears drop on tba pa par and sbama
poor fool Jesse. Tba Hook says tbat
Ha shall wlpa away all tears. If my
bear had only lived. I should not bava
been so lonely I wondar If—God help
me. I can't write mora Tha book Is
finished.
PART THREE.
CHAPTER I.
"Then You Must Part."
seas. The piteous lost creature has
never been your wife."
"I told her what she is, straight
from the sho- 'der."
"Who made her so?"
Jesse lowered hla head.
"Who made her the living accusa-
tion of men's sins? She is the terrible
state's evidence, God's evidence,
which waits to be released in the Day
of Judgment. You told her straight
from shoulder. Judge not that ye
be r A^dged. Remember tbat of all
the men she knew on earth, you only
can plead not guilty."
"Because I married her?** aaked
^esse bumbly.
"Because yon tried You gave her
your clean name, your pure life, your
manhood, an act of knightly chivalry.
Spite House.
Kate Review* the Book.
The book la not Aulshed This book
of Jesse's life and mine Is not finished
while she who set us asunder Is al
lowed to live. "Vengeance is mine,"
saith the I.ord, "I will repay." We
wait.
What impulse moved my man after
four years to enter that tragic house?
He read our book, so piteously stained,
this heap of paper scrawled with rusty
ink. He added parts of a chapter,
which I have finished. It is all blotted
with tears, this record of his life—
childhood, boyhood, youth, manhood,
humor, passion—veritable growth of
an immortal spirit—annals of that lov*
which lifteth us above the earth—and
then!
So I must try to catch up nappiness.
I have notes here of dear Father
Jared, Tinde at the time when he was
bringing me with Baby David home. 1
remember we sat in our deck chairs
on the sunny side of the ship, watch
ing a cloud race out in mid-Atlantic.
We talked of home.
Frognall End, where my saint is
curate-ln-charge, is on the river near
Windsor, and there I went to live with
Bao.v David,
From the first my Heaven-born was
interested in milk, later in a growing
number of worldly things, but it was
not until last winter by the fireside
that we really had serious tales all
about Wonderland.
Although David has decided to be a
tram conductor, he Btill takes some
little interest in other walks of life.
Once on the tow-path he asked an old
gentleman who was fishing what he
was fishing for, and got the nice re-
ply: "I often wonder." And it was on
this path beside the Thames, that one
day last November he made a big
friendship. His nurse was passing a
few remarks with a young man who
asked the way to my bouse, and baby
went ahead pursuing bis lawful occa-
sions. Curious to know what it felt 1
like to be a real fish, he was stepping
Into the river to see about it, when
the young man interfered.
"Leggo my tail," said David wrath-
fully, then with sudden defiance, "I
got my feet wet anyway, so there!"
"That's so," the young man agreed.
"1 say." David grew confident
"Mummfe says it's In the paper, so
It's all right."
"What's that, sonny?"
"A little boy what went In to see
about some fishes, and that man what
swum and swum, and I saw'd his pic-
ture in the paper So now 'tend you
look de udder way."
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cbangad whan yon got to tha ranch "
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waa Jnw'i Irtoad. im I'd forgot.
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him That m<>aoy waa for paying hla
baada at tba NhyUw vaiil hla lo
Iom. w ha skippMd tha coaatry Tha
mlnra rloard down and tharw wsm'i
** no mora parking contracts lor Jaoaa " :
' I brgan to undaratand »hat Hilly
maant. aad It was »ith sick fear I
aakaO conrarnla* my Mr man's
stanchaei friand. bis basher. Captala
lloulton Taylor j
"You d battrr know, mum." Thara
waa pain In tba tod's faco, reluctance .
In his voice "llolng tba naaroet mag
Istrata, h« triad lo down Holly for
...... . . kroping a disorderly bouse Hut then. !
Crash, and kep the road main north. | u old man Taylor owned, ba dldn t
Shed poisoned Jesse's bear. Oh, mum,
I don't want to hurt."
"Oo on. dear tod "
strings, while Billy and Patsy fell bead ( "Molher'd took up with Holly at
over ears In love, and my pel cupId Hplte House."
bad them both for stoves David rode 'Spite House?"
Hilly home, by his august command "It's th«* Ninety-Nine Mils House
straight into my brown study, where There's a sign board right across the
I sat In my lazy chair. | road:
Waa It my voice telling baby to go
,h" r"Cb a„°7 mor* 'know enough law to plug a rat bole
There ain't no municipality, so Hplte
House to outside tba law Hut Polly's
friends proved all the good she done
to men who was hurt, or sick, or
and get dry feet? Was it my hand
grasping Billy's horny paw? For I
hoard my roaring canyon, saw my
cliffs, my embattled sculptured cliffs,
and once more seemed to walk with
Jesse in Cathedral Grove."
I laughed, 1 cried. Ob, yes, of
course I made a fool of myself. For
this dear lad came out of Wonderland,
this heedless ruffian who knew of my
second marriage, who had such a tale
to tell of "Madame Scotson." Oh.
haven't you heard? Her precious j
Raby David is illegitimate! Couldn't
I hear my neighbor, Mrs. Pollock tell-
ing that story at the Scandal club?
Feeling ill-bred and common, I
begged Hllly's pardon, made him sit
down, tried ever so hard to put him
at his ease. Po->r lad! His father
condemned aB a felon, his mother such
a wicked old harridan, his life, to say
the very least, uncouth. Yet some-
how out of that rough savage face
shone the eyes of a gentleman, and
there was manliness in all he said, in
everything he dld.^ After that great
Journey for my sake, how could I let
him doubt that he was welcome?
"I know I'm rough," he said hum-
bly, "but you seem to understand.
You know I'm straight. You won't
mind straight talk unless you're
changed, and you're not changed—at
least not that way, mum."
Changed! Ah, how changed! The
looking glass had bitter things to
tell me, and crying makes me such a
frump. I never felt so plain. And the
eyes of a young man are often brutally
frank to women.
"Don't mind about me, Billy. Say
what you've come to tell me."
"Been gettin' it ready to say ever
since I started for England. Look
here, mum, I want to go back to the
beginning, to when I was a kid, an'
mother kep' that hash house in Abl
lene. D'ye mind if I speak—I mean
about this here Polly?"
I set my teeth and hoped be would
be quick.
"Well, ye see, mum, Bhe only done It
for a Joke, and the way Jesse treated
THE NINETY-NINE
MRS. JESSE SMITH
HOTEL. STORE, LIVERY.
"She did that to spite Jesse, and
they call the place Spite House."
Hplte House! How right Father Ja-
red was. "Sword versus dragon." he
told us, "is heroic; sword versus
cockroach Is heroics. Don't draw your
sword on a cockroach."
This much 1 tried to explain to
young O'Flynn, whose Irish blood has
| a fine sense of humor. But the smile
he gave me was one of pity, turning
my heart to Ice. "Jesse," he said,
"made that mistake. That's why I've
come six thousand miles to warn you.
Howly Mother, If I'd only the eddica-
tion to talk so I'd be understood!
"I'm going to try another course.
See here, mum. You've heard tell of
Cachalot whales. They runs say
eighty tons for full whales—one hun-
dred fifty horse-power, dunno how ' way we Judge a woman, and look how
many knots, full of fight to the last we get fooled!—Judge.
broke. Then she showed up how her
•tore and hotel was cutting Into the
trade of Hundred Mile House. She
brung complaint* before the govern
ment. so Taylor ain't magistrate now.
The stage stables got moved from
Hundred Mile to Spite House. The
post-office had to follow. Now he's
alone with only a Chinaman. He's
blind as a bat, too, and there's no two
ways about It—Bolt Taylor's dying "
"Is there no Justice left?"
Dunno about tbat. She uses a lot
of law."
I dared not ask about Jesse. To sit
still was Impossible, to play caged
tiger up and down the room would
only be ridiculous. Still, Billy's pois-
onous tobacco excused the opening of
a window, so I stood with my back
turned, while a November night closed
on the river and the misty fields.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Handsome Is as Handsome Does.
Sanford—So you don't believe In
Judging a man by his clothes?
Crabahaw—No, indeed! That's the
portion of a good man's life." The
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happy tears as he said lo Hally's deaply-
moved and sympaibMIe yoong lover:
"You must lake great rare of my
wee blrdllng. Jack; Hrollect that she's
been raise.I kind o* tender like
"Two acres a day Is all I'va asked
her lo plow, and an acre of corn a day
Is all she's used lo tiortng. Hbe kin
do light work, such aa making rail
fencas end digging post holes and
burning brush, and all that, but ain't
used to regular farm work, and yon
mustn't ask loo much of ber. It's
hard for her old dad to give his
little sunshine up. He'll have to split
his own firewood and dig his own
taters now, but go. birdie, and be
happy."
LEAVE CONDIMENTS TO CHEF
Visiting Frenchman Bitterly Criticises
American Habit of Salting Food
Placed Before Them.
"I can't hear this."
"You don't mind If I say that moth-
er and me haven't no use for Jesse?"
"I know that."
"Well, mother put her up to the
idea. To get shut of him. she sham-
med dead. I helped. I say she done
right, mum. If she'd let it go at that
I'd take her sida right now."
"Billy, was that a real marriage?"
"It was that. She's Jease's
light"
.hat
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"It is easy to see that most of these
multimillionaires don't know what de-
cent cooking is."
And the French countess, shrugging
her white and pretty shoulders, let
her eyes rove disdainfully over the
Newport dinner .table, with it orchids
and Its gold plate.
"Why do you say that, madame?"
a multimillionaire inquired.
"Because," rejoined the countess,
"the minute a dish is set before you
you all rain salt on it You all, with-
out exception, rain salt on every dish."
"Well?" said the multimillionaire as
that as a matter of course you take
this cooking to be bad.
"Mon ami." said the countess im-
pressively, "when a chef sees a diner
salt or pepper a dish he's in despair—
he's in despair as a painter would be
if the purchaser of his painting took
up a brush and added a little more
green to the grass or a little more blue
to the sky.
"Good French cooking needs no ad-
ditional eeasoning at table. They who
season it, like you multimillionaires,
without so much as tasting it first,
don't know what good French cooking
is. Were I a chef I'd rather work in
a Marseilles eight-sou table d'hote
than in your kitchens of marble and
glass."
Half and Half.
Hon. Horace E. Stanton, apropos of
the mismanagement of a railroad that
had gone Into a receiver's hands, raid:
"The calm and bland excuses offered
for their mismanagement by the road's
various hends remind me of Smith.
"Smith, last Sabbath, put in a stren-
uous day cleaning up his garden for
the spring planting.
"But Jones, his next door neighbor,
tackled liim indignantly in the smoker
the following morning and said:
" 'Look here. Smith, do you think I
want all your tin canB and bones and
old shoes thrown over Into my gar-
den?'
" 'You haven't got 'em all, old man.
You've only got half,' said Smith
calmly. 'Brown, on the other side,
got the other half.'"
Anxious Moments.
"Before we go down stairs, Alexan-
der," said Mrs. Comeup, nervously,
"do look and tell me If you think this
dress Is a la carte?"
WANTED TO KNOW
The Truth About Grape-Nuts Food.
Where She Was Wobbly.
Edith is very timid, but she tries to
be rained salt calmly and generously do her duty, and not long since reclt-
upon his chaufrold de gibier. "Well,
what of It?"
"There, look at you," cried the
countess, "salting a chaufrold de gi-
bier. to which a chef has devoted six
or seven hours of his best talent! And
you salt It without even tasting It
first! That is to aay. you are used to j my bands still,
had cooking, to unseasoned cooking. . seen my kneaa.
ed a "piece" before some school visit-
ors with great credit and apparent
calmness. Her mother, later compli-
mented and praised her, especially for
not seeming at all nerTous. "Ob. but
1 was scared, really, mamma." the j
child explained ingenuously. "I held
you should bava 1
It doesn't matter so much what you
hear about a thing, it's what you know
that counts. And correct knowledge
is most likely to come from personal
experience.
About a year ago," writes a N. Y.
n, "I was bothered by indigestion,
especially during the forenoon. I tried
several remedies without any perma-
nent improvement.
"My breakfast usually consisted of
oatmeal, steak or chops, bread, coffee
and some fruit.
Hearing so much about Grape-Nuts,
I concluded to give it a trial and find
out if all I had heard of it was true.
"So I began with Grape-Nuts and
cream, soft boiled eggs, toast, a cup of
Postum and some fruit. Before the
end of the first week I was rid of the
acidity of the stomach and felt much
relieved.
"By the end of the second week all
traces of indigestion had disappeared
and I was in first rate health once
more. Before beginning this course of
diet, I never had any appetite for
lunch, but now I can enjoy the meal
at noon time."
Name given by Postum Co.. Battl*
Creek. Mich. Read "The Road to
Wellville." in pkgs "There's a Rea-
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