The Cushing Citizen (Cushing, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 8, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 24, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER XXIV.—Continued.
At th* end of an hour wa ko«w
that Jo» abductor* bad rroaaed the
wire fanca to tb* pa»tura. a mile
down the shore, for a piece of the
dark blue draining Kown tbbt w»a
mtislnn from her wardroba waa found
on the wire where, evidently. It bad
caught A little farther on. one of
her allppers waa found But there
all trace of the tbleyee and Jo ended
We telephoned for Wlnthrop and he
came Immediately. He knew more
about that part of the country In a
minute than any of the reat of ua
In a year. But noontime brought
nothing more, and afternoon still
nothing. Then the police were noti-
fied and that brought also newspaper
men and photographera. The police
and the newspapers seemed the end
of our desperate hoping.
Doctor Graham came and barricaded
me In my sitting-room when the re-
porters began to arrive, with Celle as
sentinel. He said It would not do for
me to see them; that I would be 111.
Then the attempted jewel robbery
leaked out—reporters Just scent such
things—embellished with my having
heard suspicious noises, dramatically
rushing out and saving the Jewels,
and plunging down the steps and
breaking my arm as a fitting climax.
An artist sketched one of the maids
and added a broken arm, as they
couldn't snap me; and the newspapers
that afternoon came out with extras
that sizzled.
But out of that episode Mr. Samuel
Dick, of the Evening Columbian, con-
cocted a very plausible story of Jo's
disappearance. She had heard a
noise, Just as I had; she had investi-
gated, which accounted for her having
on as'much as she had; she had per-
haps recognized the thieves, which
made it necessary for them to carry
her away until they had made good
their escape. They had left the de-
tective behind because he had not
learned who they were. Mr. Dick con-
lectured that we would And Jo alive,
because if the thieves had intended to
kill her they would not have taken ,
the trouble to carry her off. The big |
question, of course, if we accepted
this theory, was: Whom had she I
recognized? And that was a chance,
to display Mr. Dick's ability as a re-
porter He wrote a lot and said noth-
ing. but ended with a clever allusion
to the emerald bracelet and Wlnthrop. |
The story breathed hope In every
line, but it did not find Jo; and that's
all I wanted—to find her!
The thieves had gone away empty-1
handed. Plainly they had come back j
for the Jewels, not knowing, of course, j
the jewels had been conveyed to
town and locked in good strong
boxes in various banks But Jo knew
ft and she did not follow In the hope ,
of getf'.n? back anything Ju«t where
or to* they bad made her prisoner
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bola »hrfa Jo's slipper had b^-n
j found
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an 1 baaidw* the horror of lu being
dark. th*r* wa* do news II* koock*d
softly, cam* In. spr*ad out bis banda
helplessly II* »*• tired and dusty,
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d*ntly ba had struggled through gaps
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■ray ay as aad th* look In tb*m I
moaned. Then be gave way. too. and
sat down, burying his fac* In bis
hand* I knew ihe truth; be loved
her' He bnd walled a long time to
love, then had tumbled In pell-mell,
and the woman waa Jo. I obeyed an
Impulse and put my band on bis bowed
head.
"We'll find her." I whispered brok-
enly.
"Yes, we'll find her!"* he repeated
grimly.
'One of the newspapera suggests
that perhaps she was abducted and
is being held for ransom. In that case
there's a chance—"
Me came to his feet with an excla-
mation and eagerly scanned the paper
I.gave him.
"If they are holding her—if only
Ihey will demand a ranson." he said
hoarsely. "Greut God! If only they
will!"
"You think they have killed her?"
I cried.
"No, no!" he denied. "She's alive.
She must be alive. Why, she's got
to live, live!"
It was an awful thing to see him
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go to pieces, and he had gone com- j
pletely. The efTort he made to con-
trol himself made it all the more
pitiful. His lips were white; he could
not hold the paper 6teady, and when
he spoke his words, try as he did to
keep them from being so. were tragic.
I didn't know what had happened be-
tween him and Jo the evening be-,
fore, but I knew what was going to
happen if she ever came back alive; j
and no dressmaking nonsense and |
false pride were going to hare any-
thing to do with It. When a man
waits for nearly forty years to fall j
in love, a tornado—and that's tbe j
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cmaptir XXV.
Th* Man al lb* Bridge
|t*a a etr*n«e thing that ihe first
drftnlie elu* »e h*d to Jo afl*r th*
slipper and th* torn pl*c* of h*r
i dreaalng gown, cam* from Charll*
Ayer There had b**n no demand for
ransom on tbe following morning and
we ware In despair Mr Partrldg*
arrived, but he could only bring me
consolation. A rumor that aom*
strange men bad been seen at th*
railroad station cam* to naught, and
finally Charll* h*d taken the run-
about and gone away, no one knew
where and had not bothered He came
back late that afternoon, grimy, wftb
two men In tbe car. one a milk man.
tbe other a atable boy. and held up
to tbe ahocked gar.e of everybody
present Jo's other slipper.
While the detectives John hsd had
sent down from town, and the local
police were following up cluea that
led nowhere. Charlie had stumbled
upon one that seemed to be good,
through pure unadultered chance, and
a puncture. He had started to town.
I don't think he himself knew why.
and he got the puncture on a stretch
of roadway that didn't boast a tree
for a mile. It's a thirsty Job fixing
a puncture, more so when the sun
isn't particular Just bow hot It shines,
and it's the first time the shoe has
been off and has rusted on the rim.
When Charlie finally threw the
pump and the Jack Into the tonneau
the only thing in sight was a milk-
wagon. Now. I don t think Charlie
ever took a drink of milk In his life,
but milk Is better than nothing and
Charlie hailed the wagon. While he
was drinking the milk, the milkman
began reading a morning paper.
Charlie gazed at the back page, know-
ing that on the front page, Just under
the milkman's eyes, was a story,
capped by a two-column head, to the
effect that Miss Codman was still
missing. He asked a perfectly silly
question, with startling results:
"You don't happen to have seen a
young woman, in a dark-blue dressing-
gown, looking lost, strayed or stolen?"
"No, sir," the milkman answered,
"but Bill, the stable boy where we
keep the wagons"—he jerked his head
toward the interior of the wagon—
"says he thinks he knows about this
here young woman who was stolen
from Lone Oak. Are you a-looking
for her?"
"Yes," admitted Charlie, "I'm a-
looking for her."
The milkman whistled, then held
up two fingers and dexterously ex-
pectorated between them.
"Well, Bill says he thinks he picked
up them three men and the young
woman on this here very road about
four o'clock in the morning, and
drove "em about two miles. He ain't
sure; he don't remember nothing
about the dressing gown, for it was
dark and he didn't see It, but he
said this morning that It did seem to
him as If It must have been them."
A greenback changed hands, and
the result was that the milkman
agreed to take Charlie to tbe stable
and introduce him to Bill.
Bill's 6tory was that he had driven
* couple who had missed the last train ,
up. to a stable that boasted an auto- (
mobile, and there be had turned back
toward home It was lat»» then, or
rather, early—somewher* between
half-past three and four. Al a point!
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THOUGHT HE GAVE THE SIGN
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A Passing Automobile Party Had
Found a* Unconscious Man M*sid*
th* Road.
tbe bridge-It w&s perhaps four miles
or more below lione Oak—and If Jo'a
abductors had left tbe carriage th*r*
he was certain It was not to follow
the path. 11* knew It led to a little
houa* and a celery farm, owned by
an old German couple named Hlngel-
muller, simple, ho»est folk who cer-
tainly had no hand In an abduction
or In concealing any one who had.
But everybody went, Just the same,
and rather eagerly when It was re-
membered that Bill said he thought
one of the men spoke In German.
The little old couple were aston-
ished at the Intrusion, but answered
questions straightforwardly, and be-
cause Wlnthrop. who knew them well,
requested It. allowed a search of their
house and premises. Absolutely no
trace of any person was found. The
detectives and—more to the point—
the newspaper men were finally con-
vjiced that the Hingelmullers knew
nothing. If it had not been for the
slipper, it is probable Bill's story
would have been entirely discredited.
The bridge spanned a small brook
that ran through the Hingelmullers'
celery farm on one side of the road,
coming through an estate on the other
belonging to a family who had been
abroad for three years. This estate
was vacant. The house was some
distance from the stream, and stood
on a knoll that gave a view of the
ocean. It was surrounded by weeds
and overgrowth.
The detectives decided to inspect
this house. A careful search, how-
ever, proved conclusively that no one
had been near the place. The house
was securely shuttered, its shutters
and porches thick with dust. There
was no indication anywhere of the
weeds having been trampled It was
reasonably certain that the house
neither was nor had been occupied
for some time. But the police tooR
the responsibility of tearing oft a shut-
ter and searching. Inside was the
same coating of dust, no footprints
tnywhere, no signs of anything hav-
ing been disturbed.
The search from that time on
seemed to stand still. Bill and the
milkman were 6ent back to the stable
hardsomely rewarded, but the story
came to naught, just as everything
else had. We were no nearer finding
Jo than we bad been the morning of
her disappearance.
John still expected a demand for
ransom, so did Mr Partridge, who j
broke two pairs of glasses the morn- j
Ing he ca'me. rubbing them. I had j
ceased to hope. I nursed my broken >
arm and cried every time I looked— j
and I looked often—at Jo's long, allm
gowns hanging on their p*ca. Joat I
, a corner drag store the other day.
moppad hie brow with * handk*rchl*f
and took a a**t at the soda fountain
Th* clerk farad him expectantly
"I am v*ry thirsty." h* remarked a*
b* drum mod on th* eount*r. "I doo't
know what I want Wall. I b*ll*v* I
will tak* a phosphate." ba concluded,
still dramming on th* marble with hi*
Unger* Tha dark smiled, picked up
a ateln and went to tbe rear of th*
store II* came hack. a*t It In front
of the old man and rang up It cents
out of tbe half dollar which waa gl*en
blm. Tbe old man. without looking In
the stein, thlratlly raised It to hla
lips and took a long draught. Then
he quickly aet the ateln down, aput-
tered a moment and then exploded
between bia cougha
"What do you mean? I never took
a drop of liquor, air. In my life. But I
know it. air. the rotten atuff. when I
smell It. I'll not atand for It, air. I
called for a cherry phoaphate. What
do you mean, air, by giving me
whisky?" And the old man atopped
for breath as he glared at tbe amazed
clerk.
"Well. I—I er—I guess I made a
mistake. I thought you wanted It for
medicine," stammered the clerk.
"Sir, I am a teetotaler. I wouldn't
touch the stuff for love nor money."
And the old man marched out Indig-
nantly.
"Well, for the love of Mike!" ex-
claimed the clerk to a man at the
counter who had been served a stein
in the same way, but who made no
kick. "That old duffer came In here
and certainly gave me the correct
high sign. And he drank nearly half
of It, too." The clerk laughed as he
looked into the stein.—Kansas City
Journal.
A woman has to he pretty good
figure* lo
Maker
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da be Don absence mak* Ma b*aft
grow fonder*
Hiave Yea. of your creditor*
Mother (to little Kthel sobbing U
If her heart wa* hrohaal—Wall. w*U»
what I* the manner, dear?
Ethel-Tabby got losted
Mother—Never mind, darling. w*H
advertise In the papers for tabby
Ethel (still Bobbing)—8h*'ll never,
never com* home 'cause ah* can't
read.
Care of Your Umbrella.
A soft silk we&rs the best in an um-
brella. A steel frame Is lighter to
carry and admits of a closer roll.
When carrying your umbrella on the
street not in use, keep it furled: if
hanging in your closet keep its case
on. in fact, it presents a very neat
appearance if the case is on when it
is carried. To furl, grasp the stick
in the right hand, shake out the folds,
wrap them closely around the stick,
beginning at the lower end. and
smooth as they are wrapped around
the stick, then fasten vith the silk
band on the silk cover.
When coming in with a wet um-
brella,* wipe off the handle and fer-
rule. and furl the silk sections. If the
silk gets a spot on it, remove It with
a silk cloth, warm water and soap.
Clean a gold or silver handle in
warm soapsuds, rub up a wooden han-
dle with a very slightly oily cloth.
Stung.
"I want my money back for theaa
here socks," said the man aa he hand-
ed the clerk a package. "The sign
you bad up said tbe socks was
guaranteed for three month*.'
"Well, what's the matter with th*
socks?" asked tbe clerk.
"I only wore them three weeks, and
I bad to take them off and buy an-
other pair because this pair had hole*
In tbe toes," replied the man.
How Simple.
"My dear," said Mrs. Snaggs to her
husband, "what Ib a canard?"
"Don't you know what a canard la?"
queried Snaggs, rather sneeringly.
"Why, the word Itself conveys Its own
meaning."
"Does it, Well, really, I can't sea
it. What does It mean, dear?"
"Why, a canard 1* something one
canardly believe, of course."
"Oh, to be sure! Why couldn't I
think of that?"
Up In Chemistry.
"Thomas," said the professor to a
pupil in the junior class In chemistry,
"mention an oxide."
"Leather," replied Thomas
"What Js leather an oxide of?"
asked the professor
"An ox'ide of beef." answered the
bright youngster.
What Happened.
Ha want to aak har daar old dad
To let hla daughter marry him;
He got home later, bat ha had
Am ambulance to carry him.
A Triumph
Of Cookery—
Post
Toasties
Many delicious dishes
have been made from
Indian Com by the skill
and ingenuity of the ex-
pert cook.
But none of these crea-
tions excels Post To«St-
ies' in tempting the palate.
"Toasties" are a lux-
ury that make a delight-
ful hot-weather economy.
The first package tells
its own story.
"The Memory Lingers"
Sold by Grocer*.
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