The Orlando Clipper (Orlando, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 7, Ed. 1 Friday, February 4, 1910 Page: 3 of 8
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F... 11aril I'lTrlns, returning frnin a win- !
In in 111c* x n ils (•> like mntbi r'n farm
I i*»i,.Is in .Tlaki 11 l>y Ills unclf, iiccnni- |
panted by his eccentric wife, coming to I
I n\ a visit at the I'wrin. Aunt Jeruaha's
<r.i■ stions ah.nil Kinlly iliitlon, Huppowail
I- in' Derring'8 sweetheart, reveal the
tail that sin is to marry another. Oisap- ,
IK.intmetil atiniuiaii'S Hi lling's aniliitiun, I
unci 1111111• r the udviee of Seth Kinney, a
t.fimll the WO'lilS. lie 1 is,live,s to III
himself fi,r eollege. Killing' teiiehes him
lilt ek anil lie passes his entrance e\ainin-
: 11!■ r,h triumphantly, winning the approv-
al i.i ili^ prol'essiir. Ii'onr y.ais in college
obliterates lit" memory of Emily. Derrlng
begins journallHtit work in Cliii'ugo,
where lie meets Helen Gordon, an artist.
Herring is promoted to art crilie on liis
pii-per. Helen refuses to marry him and
hamper both their careers, but tlicy en-
« iill iimieiniunsliip ' omp.i i. Il- lin
;■ alfi rs ill effects from sketeliing on the
lake frinire in .lanuar.v. Illness brings her
i ;111 eh>.-i r relationsliip with Uicliartl.
I erring is called home by the illness of
Hetii Kinne\. Sctli dies, leaving 1'erring
.♦ small fortune. Derrlng returns to t'lii-
CHAPTER XVI—Continued
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He tinned away from the dawning
si y and walked home. Throwing him-
si ti once more on the bed, lie slept
mMindly until the breakfast hour. As
;.i entered the dining-room, his heart
: . ve a sudden leap and stood still,
lie thrust something far down below
hi- consciousness. It was not a
thought, it had not shape enough fot
ii.at, ii was formless, unrecognized.
The two young tuen bending eager-
y over the morning paper looked up
;, lie came in. "Have you seen the
laper? Awful accident—Miss Gor
(•.■u s train."
lie reached out his hand for the j
t aper. They gave it to him and left
i he table. Their departure left him i
;.lone. Hut he gave no sign Ho in:-
!(ikied his napkin and spread it across
his knees before he took up the pa- i
per. He opened it and glanced down
the column. - He had known before he
looked.—In the list of those killed -
Helen Gordon, Chicago."
He did not read the details of the
accident, lie merely noted the place
where it occurred. Then he folded
liie paper and gave his order for
breakfast. II he ate little, no one
knew it. lie? took plenty of time for
it He listened to the discussion of
the accident that went on as the
boarders, one after another, came in
ti; breakfast.
When he left the house he knew
it.at he had exactly half an hour to
report his absence at the office and
catch the east-bound express. It was
more than enough. He did not want
to be alone and think. He saw before
b:m long years in which he would
have time to think. To-day he must
go to her. lie might be needed. Ho
had said thai he would come if she
needed hint, and that he should see
her soon—"I shall see you soon."
Hov. the wheels caught up the word.'
iml tossed them back to him. They
reiterated with clanking monotony—
i shall see you soon—I shall see you
soon." I'nderneath the lattle and j
i oar, between the shrieks of the en-1
nic, in the midst of the conversation \
around him, he heard them with aw-
.1 distinctness, and wondered vague-
ly if he should go mad before he
reached her.
He found her after a short search.
He was directed to a small house, a
little distance from the scene of the
wreck. When lie announced his er-
rand the woman of the house looked
at him closely.
'If your name is Derring, 1 have
something for you," she said. She
disappeared lor a moment and re-
lumed with a small parcel. She hand-
ed it to him.
He turned it over in his hand.
There was no writing on it. "Are you
sure il is for me?" lie asked, doubt-
fully.
"She was not strong enough to di-
rect it. But she told me your name
iust before she died at daybreak, bhe
said yon would be sure to come, and
I must give it to you."
That !»»< would be sure to come.
Yes, she had kuown. He turned ab-
ruptly to the window and looked out
across the Oat, monotonous country.
He could not trust himself to open
U yet. He held it in his hand. "She
was not able to direct it." The first
tears tilled his eyes.
When at last he undid the parcel
Seth's ring Hashed in the sunlight.
Underneath ii was a small folded slip
of paper. His lingers trembled a Ut-
ile as they smoothed the crumpled
lines. "l.oved-One,—be brav
would gladly have lived for you
it was not to be. 1 shall come
to you if I can. Hut if not-
last words straggled down the
niul were lost.
"Cut if not." Herring eru
paper in his hand and turned
the house.
"Don't you want to see her,
lie looked at the woman
stupidly. Without a word hi
towards the door slie indicated
closed behind liitn and they were
alone together once more. lie had not
thought her face would lie so i enc
ful—nor so far away. He could no
understand how she could seem . u
far away. She was here, close b side
him. He could touch her. He put
out his hand and softly stroked her
cheek. He did not bend to kiss the
quiet face. She was too far away for
kisses. "She would e ome back to him
if she could—But if not--' Good God!
How was he to bear it? ? He turned
swiftly away. lie could not stand
there—near her—with that mocking,
immeasurable distance between them,
lie went straight from the house to
>«aneKR. nnel his personality put cour-
age into faint hearts No one guessed
that he was carrying a hurt deeper
than any he looked on or that his
heart was wrung by keener suffering
than any that he soothed
Twice during the day he <lole into
the room where she lay. and, stauding
by her side, tried to span the infinite
distance between them by the inspira-
tion of love. Ilui it was hopeless.
Always be saw before bis e y. s a high,
cold wall of darkness and at its foot
a crouching figure with fingers creep-
ing here and there to find some open-
ing or crevice, ami, failing in this,
beating itself till tli» blood trickled
down He knew that ii was only his
diseased imagination. Hut always the
figure was there, and clo-.ie at hand
was the quiet face with its tranquil
smile—so far away and Indifferent to
pain.
At night her brother c aim a frank,
manly young fellow, with her eyes.
Herring explained his presence brief-
ly. "I loved your sister. She never
promised to marry me Hut alie knew
I loved her."
"She wrote about you. She •
He stopped abruptly. Their
met in the gra p of sympathy
then Derrlng left ti
last time, lie did nt
quiet room. She wJ
was nearer his own
An hour later he
I high preclflce down—down—or
reached out Ms band for Hie opiate
i that stood always at hand. Anything
! was better thin the hopelessness of
memory.
Perhaps the hardest part was the
uttter lonelinels of it all. He had
| turned to Helen with every pleasure
• or sorrow. Noiv he was called upon
I to face the greatest sorrow of his life
i alone— absolutely alone. He seemed
I to have lost the sense of human kin
I ship.
Sometimes a sudden sight would
I touch his heart-two lovers w alking
TRIED REMEDY
FOR THE GK
tid—"
hands
and
house for the
it go again to the
is not there. She
heart than that,
watched until il
was out ol
her away,
more towar
He turned
Is Chicago.
rain t|uu
his face
bore
once
CHAPTER XVII.
V Midi
CALLOUS TO CRITICISM,
hints
late.
Herring threw
v illi the intensit
worked early and
give himself time I
had gone from tin
from life. Work was
left. He plodded on
notonous fashion. It :
time, and there was the
Ing himself, for a litil
task.
He would work for el
i--.li eagerness, for the
Sometimes a Sudden
Touch His Heart-
Walking Together.
,'uto work
despair. He
He dared not
think Beaut> J together. He would follow them as
world Interest ; i,^ils j)(. dared, noting every glance
the only tiling an,-| gesture between them. Ii coin-
in a dull, mo forted him to feel that love was still
served tei kill ■ j„ nH. world- although it had gone
■ chance of los j from hjK own jjf<-
while, in his j Kxcept for this slight link he was
( cut off from bis fellow-'.leings—adrift
ys with lexer on shoreless sea. He did not feel
sake of these I t|ul, others suffered as he was suffer-
ing, thai many a gallan* ship that
passed with colors flying was freight-
ed with a bbrden as heavy as his own.
lie clung with pathetic I'agerness to a
belief that others were happy and
fouiid life worth living. For, as time
went on, lie found the question of the
| worth of life forcing itself upon him
with cruel insistence not as a specu-
lation. but out of the bitterness of j
life. It met him at every turn. It
*tood waiting at his bedside to greet
him when he woke and it followed J
close at his side through the day. j
Why should he take up the burden of
another day? No one depended on 1
him—would mourn for him. liis
mother?—She was now independent
of liis help. She did not need him. j
No one needed him. One plunge and j
he would know whether death ends ]
all, or whether in a new life one may |
meet or make new happiness.
(TO BK ('ONTINITKM.I
The Husband—As fnr as I am con-
cerned, you may scold as much as you
like. X am by nature thick-skinned.
Her Idea of Discipline.
One day recently, just after the
opening of the Baltimore schools, the
teacher <il a primary class had ocea
' sion right at I he start lo enforce dis
eipline.
"Here, young man!" she exclaimed,
indicating a pupil whose name she did
i not yet know. I saw you laughing
just now That won't do. No laugh-
ing in ibis school."
I was only thinking about some
thing ma'am." said the youngster,
sheepishly.
"Well, don't let that happen in
school again," said the leacher, stern-
ly Sunday Magazine of the t'leve-
| land Header.
ltO vol u rl.OTHKS I.OOK rRl.lidWI
If so, use Heel I ro-.s Ball Hlue. It will make
I hem white an snow . 2 OK. package 5 cents.
When one woman has a grudge
against another she lolls the neigh-
bors bow sorry she feels for the worn
an's husband.
lXM'TOK VOt'KKKI.r
when von feel a coining on by taking » ',>vv dose*
lit /Vr» j/ Ihirix' Painkiller It ishetter tlum Vuinino
and sylVr. Tin* iarire fM* lioltlcsar*' ilw ••Im'iiiwM.
Work is the grand cure for all the
maladies and miseries that ever lieset
mankind—honest work, which you in-
tend gelling done.—Thomas Carlyle.
"She Told Mc Your Name Just Before She Died."
the office of the superintendent and
offered his services in caring for the |
injured. A surgeon was about to t
start on his rounds. Herring had been j
detailed to help him. The first pa- !
tient was a young man about his own '
age. The leg was to be amputated |
just above the knee. Derring held his
hand while the operation was prepar-
ing, speaking to him now and then
and wiping the perspiration from his
forehead. When all was done and the
white sheet was being drawn smooth-
ly in place once more, he struggled to
consciousness, reaching out his hand
tof Derring and begging him not to
leave him.
But the surgeon interposed prompt-
ly, "No, 1 can't spare him. lie is too
valuable. You would have had a
tougher time if he had not. been here.
He shall come back to you by and-by.
Drink this and go to sleep."
So Richard spent the day in the
midst of suffering. Everywhere the
magnetism of Uis touch soothad rest-
few minutes of working oblivion, in
which he could lose himself, until the
dull pain that always preceded his re-
turn to consciousness became too
strong to be ignored. When he turned
to question its meaning, memory stood
always at hand to place the burden
once more on his shoulders.
Except for these brief minutes
there was not an hour in the day
when his loss did not press upon him.
To his tortured imagination he was
like a man torn in two, one-half to
.be buried out of sight, the other to
live on, suffering and enduring, till
the jagged wound should heal. At
every turn his thoughts went out to
her—only to be met by the hopeless
blank of her death. For months the
thought of her had been the last in
hi& mind at night, the first to greet
him on waking. Now he sat up un-
til worn out with work and loss of
sleep. And if then sleep would not
come, he counted sheep jumping over
a wall, watched water falling from a
PROPER WAY TO DRIVE'. NAIL
Expert Carpenter Gives Som< Point-
ers as to This Seemingly Simple
Proceeding.
"It takes an apprentice a full year
to learn that he does not know how to
drive a nail," said an expert carpenter.
"When once he has realized this it is
only a matter of a few minutes to
learn how it should be done. The
commonest mistake is the belief I hat
a hard blow with the hammer is more
effective than several little taps, and
the learner is inclined to admire the
man who drives a nail all the way In
with hut one blow. This is where he
is wrong; four or five blows are much
better than one. The reason is that
one hard blow inevitably makes the
nail rebound, ever so slightly, it is
true, but enough to make it hold less
firmly than it would if driven in
gradually. The nail may be driven
j almost all the way with one blow, but
| several lighter taps are necessary to
j fin tali the job.
"Another thing," continued the old
j carpenter, "the beginner generally
i tries to drive his nails as perpendicu-
larly as possible. This is another
error, for a nail driven a little diagon-
ally holds the parts together much
more firmly than one driven perpen-
dicularly. And in driving a nail
diagonally it is even more necessary
to proceed with gentle taps, for hard
blows Inevitably displace the surfaces
that are to be held together."
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PA/.O ol NTM h.\T I s ifuiininleed to nir« uny ea**
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! «Ui 14 daysor money refunded. flOo.
The world is all gates, all opportuni-
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I struck. -Emerson.
Lewis'
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Single?
C ligiir
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Some cemetery janitors, unless
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the rich graveyard mold.
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