The Stroud Star. (Stroud, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, July 19, 1901 Page: 2 of 10
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<*»ur rally au*l om> Irtattl parllrularly
(ttr jtta to »•»!»iinur this *•»»»»»« old
Hun of
Uiutfrnl liilluHril |»rr bri'ibrr min
»hr room *rt apart for ihrlr fro* »»ut
•isrouiitrm nittl ml tins* is rsther 4I*1
piritrdly ii|Hin ihr ril|o of > divan.
“Your drfm»r «»f your frlrnd la
vrry ltt.suI. my dear child,** ssn* Ihr
grandly patronising rrply. **bu( Il
dora siot invalidate in the Iraal ssliat
I haw raid. A woman practicing
medicine ia aa Incongruous a* a man
trimming hata. Feminine hnnda were
never meant for aurgical operation*.*'
“You ore prejudiced. Vance,** *aid
Winifred, a* she ll*tlem»ly look the
foil her brother offered her; "you
liJn't gel a diploma, and I believe
you're innd at all creation to think
thut Miiliccnt Miicceetled where you
failed.**
A wave of crimson receded from
Vance llitdiop'a face, leaving it quite
oale.
"Must narrowness of vision Ite add*
»d to your shortcomings, Win?" he
sakrd, svith an evenness of tone hia
•inter Kiispeeted.
"I don’t care what you any to me."
Winifred retorted; "you’ve tried to
•it on me. more or leas, all your
life. But it's different with Milli-
cent. She hna been here four weeks
now, and you are just as stubborn
and rude as when she came. And
though it has been hard svork, with
that little cripple sister of hers to
support, the kindness of others in a
measure helps her to forget the
rough parts of her daily routine. But
with, it all she lias seen your dislike
of her, your pointed avoidance, your
persistent snubs. I only hope she
doesn't know the reason. I would
rather have her think it was your
aversion to her as a woman rather
than your dislike of her beloved pro-
fession."
"As women practice jt,” said Vance,
imperturbably. if.
"Science, as well as art, is sexless,"
was Winifred’s rejpinder, with an air
of superiority. -
"It’s a tiresome subject, Win. Let’s
drop it. We always quarrel.”
And with a smile meant to be con-
ciliatory Vance thrust a face guard
into his sister's lap.
But Winifred was in no mood for
such summary treatment. This dis-
cussion of Millicent was her hobby-
horse, and the little animal, once
trotted out for riding, pranced grand-
ly at Winifred’s slightest spur. Just
now Winifred was inclined to curvet
and execute possibly a pas seul, so ir-
ritable had she become through the
persistent coldness her brother had
evidenced toward her dearest friend.
It was very tiresome, for the cir-
cumstance made matters somewhat
awkward whenever an evening gath-
ering of young folks was in order
and Millicent could arrange to be one
of Oakland’s frolicsome set.
Winifred watched her brother make
a number of passes in silence. Then
she returned to the attack.
"Millicent has noticed your ungen-
tlemanly attitude,” pursued Wini-
fred, in a tone of injured dignity.
"Has she complained to you?”
His sister shot him an indignant
glance, was about to retort hotly,
changed her mind and maintained a
severe silence.
“For if she has,” continued Vance,
with unmistakable emphasis, "she
further proves she is no doctor. Plij-
»¥>••» 4**1 Uh n*e|| Tm
kiM«ar «Imh,”
-n s »»'• a garni (Mn« 1**4 fnl»*d
is get ».**>» 4‘|4s«m>,m nrismal b*s
| «»*•#« »|uiq*l|
* bur, *01*1 Visrr, E*»«l M
I it«r«»)!jr, -slur* lbs n** *»f l*»«;pg
i* or per M*e* ibi* *r ?«*»•*
I «k »>mm»? nbe—"
“tobe Is my frW»tl- bb« »4* my
I fUMttotnal* al Vtollrge, \#to*r bbe be*
I MrriUrril be* life |u hrr I dle staler.
* Stotl *»»e Is tbe tlreresl girl ill »br
• tour!*!.'*
Mit*)(re*r* suras p**ote«l f»r»l* ailb
lilts tebrtnetoee of tto loelplrtol vwl
| esnts
I Ysttre made i longe •* se *tn»«*cn
I rMeaty, following il oiifc **»rb rapid
j uttovetttriiia I hat Minifr.*! r banged
her |M»sii|tott isvoluiiinTil). Her n*‘»
MM-Miary trepidation turned i*t one of
I fierce itMiigiMiloH a* Vance, between
I hi* rapid movements, jerked uul:
“| rato’l -tolerate somrii doctor*
( They never—know I heir business—
‘ lark courage—and impo#e upon bu*
man credulity.”
Winlfrctl bounded from her posl-
lion, her cheeks aflame. Iter eye* thin
ring like some living light. Khe
opened Iter mouth to speak, but ere
oita word could issue the expression
upon her brother's face paused Iter
to torn toward tha hanging draperies
in the door to their right. For a
moment n great calm seemed to I’esl
upon her.
In the front of these curtains stood
a tall girl whose striking character*
latlcs scented to *hc her clear eyes,
limpid as fresh pools of water in the
early spring, and her crown of nut-
brown hair arranged coronal fashion
upon a very womanly head.
It was Millicent, and Winifred
Struggled to stifle the gasp which
had risen in her throat.
But Milliccnt's first words reas-
sured her.
"Your mother said I'd find you
here. Win,” oninc In n voice which
held no tremor; "1 wanted to ask
you if you would mind going with
me on my rounds this morning?
Caleb hurt his hand last night und
can't innnagc*the horses, I’m afraid."
"With alacrity and pleasure,” said
Winifred, seeing n pleasant finale to
what might have been a disagree-
able contretemps; "and here is Ned
to take my place with you, Vance.
I’ll be ten minutes dressing, Milli*
cent,” and, nodding to her brother’s
friend, who had thus opportunely ap-
peared. she went out. Millicent fol-
lowed her.
Ned Price laughed as soon as he
was alone with his friend.
“The warfare still rages, 1 see,” he
observed, os he proceeded to array
himself for the fencing bout; "can-
didly. I think you're an ass, Vance.
There is nothing of the ‘new’ woman'
about Miss—er—*-Dr. Millicent Trevor;
you must admit that.”
"Oh, I admit anything if it dis-
misses the subject,” said Vance, with
a slirug of annoyance; “come, I’m
ready for a good tilt. Don’t" put the
guard on your foil. It’s much more
exciting without.”
‘‘Exciting? Yes—but—”
‘‘But me no buts. Let’s see what
stuff you’re made of this morning.”
And, following instructions, as he
invariably did with Vance, Ned en-
tered into the fray with his accus-
tomed zest. For a few minutes the
young men played with great delib-
eration, making their thrusts with
care, lunging with caution and run-
ning no risks.
But presently the heat of contest
rose in their veins. Forgetting cau-
tion, disregarding the fact that they
were playing without guards, Ned
made a violent lunge, his foil missed
the wide aim he had intended and in
an instant had swerved to its resting
place in Vance’s side.
The young man dropped to the
floor with barely a groan. Ned stood
gazing stupidly at the prostrate fig-
ure. The crimson staining Vance’s
jacket brought him to his senses. He
hurriedly bent-over his friend, tear-
ing open his shirt. The w*ound spout-
ed out Its warm, red stream.
"Good heavens! Vance, old fellow,
thia ia awful—I didn’t mean—’
“nulla all-riffbi - Sai. If
~ a«»Mal—I* mark." b# tnnrmoredi
tttoto b* lap*..! ifflto •Mtototosritoto#*
an*
\»*l *<*♦* a frightened sail fur help
ato-l racked i« lbs 4uuf, ttitoifrr«| anil
llitlirvtoi. toilb ibsir ouutde wrap*
t«to. torrs |*»»*ltog through lbs ball «i
ibsir way uul,
**Wl**i I* |i? Anything %vrong?"de*
hmtotlst) \\ ttoifr.4
"Y*» Van**. I'm afraUi l'»* burl
him bs to....1.1 play without lbs
guard* l hrr s’* • toOUtod—”
Hui Winifred. toiib a ery, bad flown
lu hsr brother** aids, liar diet met-
sd rrlr* pirrvrd lbs ears of tbs olhsr
iwo, who bad fullowsd her,
**Oht he’s dying. Its* dying! Mdll-
cent, Milliwiii! ran’! y«u do *«ine-
thing? Oh. what shall ws do?**
Millicent approached quickly hut
quietly. HIip kiwis and unfastened
Vanes’s cravat.
"Its Is not dead, dear.” *dw "aid to
Winifred; "ho has simply fainted.
That la natural. Its is losing blood
while you are talking.**
"Tell me what to do and 1*11 do
it. Oh, If he dies—**
"In the nan* of common human*
ity," interposed Ned, Impatiently,
"can’t you do something?"
"It Isn’t n ease of *enn* or *will,’
Mr. Fries," said Millicent, qnietly:
"it is a case of whether I am to be
allowed. 1 shouldn't care to begin
and then find resistance. Mr. Bishop
has an antipathy to women physi-
cians. Better send for your physi-
cian. Winnie."
"I’ll go," said Ned, and hurried out.
Winifred turned almost savagely
upon her friend.
"And in the meantime is he to
die? And because you won't help
him? Oh." Millicent—”
A sob choked the further utter-
ance of words. Millicent restrained
an impulse to laugh.
"My dear, I’ve been holding the
w’ound together. Your brother will
not die—at least not from this. If
you’ll get me some bandages and my
box of implements in my room, the
bottom bureau drawer—”
"God bless you!”
Winifred rose with alacrity, but she
paused to say: “You don’t think he’ll
die?”
“No, of course not.”
Winifred vanished.
And with her went Milliccnt’s in-
difference. She glanced hastily
around, and upon assuring herself
that no one was in the room, she
examined the wound with far greater
care than she had at first displayed.
She listened eagerly to the heart
beats. Her whole manner betrayed
the keenest anxiety. A look of ten-
derness her friends had never seen
crept into her luminous eyes. She
bent over the impassive face with un-
mistakable yearning, but she drew
back quickly as Vance stirred un-
easily and opened his eyes.
He strove mechanically to draw
away from the firm hand holding
the wound together.
“I know you can’t tolerate women
doctors, Mr. Bishop. I feel your po-
sition as keenly as you do. Never-
theless you must admit my assist-
ance is better than none, though pos-
sibly ‘lacking in courage and not
knowing my business.’ ”
I didn’t say that for you to over-
hear,” he said.
And it was with almost a sigh that
she turned as Dr. Olds entered with
Ned and Winifred.
MSOUITE
sown.
Osituln#
Carter’s
Little Liver Pills*
i
ro* RIARACRI*
FOR RU2IRCSS*
roe Biuoemts.
FOR TtlPIB UVU.
FOR CONSTIPATION.
FOR SALLOW SKIN* |
FOR TNRCOMPISXIOR
CURB RICK HBAOAOHB.
ENGLAND LOSES POPULATION.
Itolinllos Statistics for IDOO Show
That More People Leave tbe
Island Tbtoto Eater It.
The emigration statistics of the year
1900 show that more people leave Eng-
land than enter it. The following fig-
ures show the totals of the general pas-
senger movement:
Outwards—To countries outside of
Europe, 298,501; to Europe, 699,292.
Inwards—From outside Europe, 175,-
747; from Europe, 748,825. Bain nee in
favor of outward movement, 43,381; in-
crease over 1899, <#f 21,456. Net efflux of
natives in 1900 from the United King-
dom, 72,000; net influx of foreigners,
29.000, of whom 15,000 were foreign sea-
men who, leaving as members of crews,
do not count as emigrants. Thus the
Increase in the foreign population was
14.000, chiefly in the East End of Lon-
don. The majority of foreigners leav-
ing had entered during the year.
Of the emigrants from outside of Eu-
rope, 189,391 went to the United States,
50,007 to British North America, 15,723
to Australia, and 25,518 to South Africa.
More foreigners than natives went to
Canada. Of 63,505 aliens going west
through the United Kingdom, 25,633
were Russians and Poles. Of the emi-
grants to outside of Europe, 168,825
were British and 129,736 foreigners.
Americans are estimated to spend
at least $400,000,000 a year in vaca-
tions.
Both Were Freah.
Trainboy—Here y’are fur yer nice
fresh molasses candy, bonbons, an’
choc’late caramels! Candies nice and
fresh! No candies after the train
leaves!
Passenger—Are you sure they are
nice and fresh?
"Yes’m; I eats them mesself."—N.
Y. Times.
About 1,000 fishing boats engaged
around the British coast are named
Mary.
WONDERFUL CASE IN INDIANA.
Experts of Paper.
The exports of paper from this
country in 1900 amounted to about
S7.000.000.
Buck Creek, Ind., July 15th.—Airs.
Elizabeth Rorick, of this place, had
Rheumatism. She says: “All the doc-
tors told me they could do nothing
for me.” She was very, very bad, and
the pain was so great that she could
not sleep at night.
■She used Dodd’s Kidney Pills, and
she is well and entirely free from,
pain or any symptom of the Rheuma-
tism.
"Are you still using Dodd's Kidney
Pills?” was asked.
“No, I stopped the use of the Pills
some time ago, and have not had the
slightest return of my old trouble. I
am sure I am completely and perman-
ently cured."
Many in Tippecanoe County, who
have heard of Mrs. Rorick's case and
her cure by Dodd's Kidney Pills, are
using the Pills, and all report wonder-
ful results.
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Street, A. L. H. The Stroud Star. (Stroud, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, July 19, 1901, newspaper, July 19, 1901; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc405358/m1/2/: accessed March 29, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.