The Curtis Courier. (Curtis, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 1, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 26, 1908 Page: 3 of 8
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or Joahway on’ Jo to*.
An t'ncla llem'ia Rhvma,
By Ihr late J*»; Chor.Jlir Ham*.
i>i joshwav »:ood in fi-mt or ni» tool.
An’ wit .1 bio ooUlero on. _____.
Hut wl-en lx turned for ter look oroun ,
Lx dav wu* nearly *one ... w,_
H« rubi-e-t hla board, ho ocrotched bio
bond. _
An' kicked hta heoi In do «rmm;
K. h ho w antor flntah do batilo-JoO
Bofo1 do bun wont down.
llo look to do Knot an' bo look to do
An' he wavo hla ban on hteh.
"Kin* Bun." oeaoe. "1 wont you tar 0*0
Mo amlte urn hip an’ thlirh!
Lima down ter c<>mp an root yo a# I
A little while wld me .
I'll tot you a fnn an M* wldo ^cheor
An' not U whar you bln aee.
Day wua lota mo' talk, but do bun
down
An' tuck a little #a»o
An' when he tot too awful hot.
lie called up ol' Brer Braeao!
"My time la ohort, aaa de Sun. aeaao.
' An' you bettor do yo’ do.
Ki ae I'm feeltn* Ilka I wantar aaa
l>la mortual acuffla thrao!
Well, dey fit an' fit an' fowt an’ foart
Hl|ht dar In de lltht ar de Sun.
nut Joehway trailed urn out an aooa
He had uin on da run.
Ktn« Bun ho »f, I'n
Croaa dar whar do nl*hto otlll lhack
lx folk a will wake 'fo' do chlcltena crow
An' put dor big clocka back
Ol’ Jonh way thanked him mighty pollta.
An' ax him fer ter come «* In.
-'In* Bun *“ ----* 1
Will be
Kin* Sun. he aay. "I apart dat I
ref1“h.fc*nas.fai!a v-** **
time
For ter eet an' talk an stay;
I'e halter ro off whar de night ntlll dark
An' otart ter brcaktn' day.
Well, time run on an' people 'aputa
'Pout Joahway an' de Bun
Borne ray die an' aome say dat,
An' ep'aln way Joakway won;
Sometimes when he wua wttln roun
Whar he eouldn t hep hut hear.
He'd nav "Co In de eeitln'-room an Bee
middle of tha bay. Ha grunted hla
disgust. tlad hla handkerchief to a
boat hook aa an Improvised signal ol
distress and set It up In the start.
Then he atretched himself upon the
cushion* and calmly went to sleep.
He was awakened by rippUuK laugh-
ter. He Jumped up to find cl«fc-* along-
side n knockabout with Us sail rat-
tling sharply a* It headed into tha
wind. By the tiller was Helen Cav-
erly, her eyes sparkling as she took
in his plight.
Goodhue struck a melodramatic at-
titude, one hand on his forehead, the
other at his throat.
Help.” he cried, nodding toward
his distress signal.
The girl laughed again.
"What on earth are you doing out
here so early In the morning? she
said mockingly. “Are you aware that
It Is but * trifle past 10:30?"
“I am pursuing you." said he, or “or,
rather, 1 was pursuing you. until this
this unmentionable engine went
back on me.”
-And why were you pursuing me?"
"| wanted that sail you promised me
this morning.”
”1 waited for you until long after 8,”
Goodhue grinned sheepishly. “I—I
overslept,” he confessed lamely. Then
when I got down to the pier and
found you gone I started out In the
He'd rav. CO in «ie am..., power boat—without any breakfast.*
How he scorched my bi* arm cheer. "What noble self-sacrifice!" she
-From t'ncl* Hcmus' Home Mugaaliie. " “al
mocked.
The Story Corner
ILL WIND’S GOOD.
By Charles Grave*.
A flood of golden morning sunshine,
streaming through the windows and
falling full upon his face, awakened
Torn Goodhue. It awakened him with
a rather unpleasant start and brought
to his mind the disquieting suspicion
that he had oven lept.
He came out of bed with a hound
and looked at his watch. It was 9:30.
Half past 9, and ho had an appoint-
ment to go sailing with Helen Cavcrly
at 9 sharp! Surely the gods of mis-
fortune severally and collectivelj
were following in his train.
He dressed in record breaking Muie,
bounded down the stairs, and, hreak-
fustless, made all speed to the long
pier In front of the hotel, his mind
busy with the many apologies he
would undoubtedly need In a few mo-
menta.
Hut the apologies were doomed, for
the present, at least, to remain un-
spoken. for when he reached the pier
he saw, running out of the harbor
before the smart breeze, a knockabout
with a well-known pennant fluttering
from the mast.
Evidently Miss Caverly had grown
weary of waiting for him. Goodhue
took a long lugubrious look at the
distant : ail and groaned.
Yet he was not the man to submit
tamely to adverse circumstances. At
the end of the pier lay a hope in the
shape of his own power boat pulling
at her painter as she swung to the
tide, in a moment he had scrambled
aboard, pulled the cover from the en-
gine and turned over the flywheel.
There was a series of sharp reports.
He threw off the moorings, sprang to
the little wheel in the bow, and the
power boat went tearing away from
the pier, sending up twin waves of
white spume at her bow as she sped
in pursuit ot the distant knockabout.
The engine of a powerboat, how-
ever. is not one of the things to bo
cla* ed among such certainties as
death and taxes. Scarcely had he
passed the can buoy on the outer
ledge when there was an ominous
coughing of the exhaust.
immediately it grew spasmodic and
seemed to take a half-hearted, de-
spairing note. Then it ceased alto-
gether. and with this cessation tne
little craft lay helpless on the long
swells coming in from the bay.
Countless precedent cases hfctd
taught Goodhue what to do. He
pulled off his coat, caught up -a
wrench and attacked the engine, not
without a certain grim wrath.
At the end of half an hour, despite
all his art, and all his mad efforts
with the wrench, the engine, beyond
a few derisive, choking puffc. refused
to respond.
Goodhue hurled the wrench angrily
Into the locker, shook a vindictive fist
at the balky machinery and deliver-
ed himself of his opinions concisely
and forcefully.
Then he looked despairingly ut the
sail, momentarily growing smaller to
the eastward and ruefully surveyed
the blue streak of shore behind him,
not without certain poignant longings
for breakfast.
All his labors had merely succeeded
In getting him stalled here In the
"And I'd have caught you, too. but
for that engine. It always breaks
down when you want It most. How-
ever, you've seen my plight and come
alongside, and that’s the main thing,
after all. We can have that sail now,
can’t we?"
"Do you think you deserve It?"
"Frankly, 1 don’t; but I’m going to
trust to your generosity."
She looked at him doubtfully for a
moment. “Of course," ahe said at
length, "I can’t desert you like thin—
helpless as you are upon the high seac.
Come aboard. I’ll tow you back.
You must be very hungry by this
time.”
Goodhue caught up the boat-hook,
pulled the power boat alongside the
knockabout and scrambled over her
rail. In a moment the painter was
fast, and towing the helpless craft be-
hind her, the knockabout was beaded
shoreward.
The girl held the tiller, Goodhue sat
down beside her.
"I was particularly anxious to come
out sailing with you this morning,
said he.
“So It would seem,” ahe observed
dryly.
"There waa a very particular reason
why 1 shouldn’t miss It, " he went on,
placidly, Ignoring her tone. “I wanted
to finish out what I was saying to you
night before last on the Gregory's
piazza, when that Idiot of a Denson
came out and interrupted us."
A wave of color surged Into the
girl’s cheek. Her nose went up In tbo
air a fraction of an inch.
“Under the circumstances,” said
she, “considering the fact that 1 m-ve
just rescued you from a rather trying
situation, it seems to me no gentle-
man would take advantage—”
Goodhue moved closer to her.
"No gentleman would have missed
his appointment with you this morn-
ing,” said he. "Therefore I am no
gentleman; ' following out the same
course of logic, the fact that I am no
gentleman absolves me from playing
the gentleman's part of alienee lust
now. I will take the tiller, Helen."
He took It The girl began hastily
trimming the sheet
"I am going to finish out that pro-
posal," he declared. “If you won’t lis-
ten to me, I shall refuse to be saved. 1
shall return to the power boat and
trust myself to the mercieB of these
treacherous waters," he ended, look-
ing tragically at the quiet sea about
them.
“Besides which," he went on. “kind-
ly remember that I have had no break-
fast. Will you llsteu?"
The girl turned to him with a (lush-
ed face, but her eyeB were shining.
“You certainly must have that
breakfast," she chuckled. “Go ahead.
I am all attention.’
COMINO OF THE GIRL*.
Emporia Gasettes Many damsels
•re candidate lor public office*
during the campaign which has
dosed In Kansas, and tho majority
of them being Repu >llcana. they have
won, and will settle down in their
own ivMt way to the service of the
taxpayers.
Several havo been elected as rer
later of deeds; several ns superinten-
dent* of Instruction, and some other
offices will be turned over to the
girls, and there can be no doubt that
the work will be well done.
As a campaigner, the Kansas girl
ia a aucceaa. Take Nellie Grant, for
instance, as a fair representative ot
those who have been competing for
political honors. The Gaxette refer
red to Miss Grant tome time ago,
when she first attracted attention aa
tho Republican candidate for register
of deeds of Elk county. 8ho had been
a deputy In that office for a consid-
erable time, and the knew all the
curves ol tho game. So ahe conclud-
ed that she might Just a* well have
tha office as some large, greasy man
with whiskers all over hla face and
neck.
She advertised the fact that ahe
waa a candidate, and aet forth her
qualifications In chaste English, In
the public prints, and called upon the
voters to rally to her support; hut
ahe bored nobody by personal im-
portunities; her reticule wasn’t load-
ed with explosive cigars; ahe didn’t
call people by their first names, and
pretend that It would bo s privilege
to die in their woodsheds; ahe didn’t
loaf around the grocery store telling
people what an all-fired girl ahe waa;
she didn’t carry around a smile that
made her face ache; ibo didn’t break
into country achoolhouaeB, to rant
for a few houra.
She retained her customary dignity
and womanliness from the beginning,
reasoning that tbo people knew she
wanted their votes; if they wouldn’t
vote for her, they could go to thun-
der. Yet she did not maintain too
frigid a reserve. Upon the occasion
of a big Republican rally at Howard
a couple of weeks ago. ahe took a
hand in the festivities, and passed
around red lemonade that complied
with the pure food laws, and led the
singing of “Rally Round the Flag,
Boys," and when she saw voters
gnawing the hark off the trees, she
told them where they could get sand-
wiches, and she made a thousand
friends without bth'lng anybody.
The girl candidate la a succeaa In
Kansas, and It Is Impossible for her
to become too numerous. The Ga-
xette will stand up for her, so long
as her political principles are cor-
| rect, and she does not wear hair
down over her eyes.
THE KILLING OF
WILLIAM L ANNIS
THORNTON JENKINS MAIN* *AV-
EO ANNI* ONCE AND WOULD
HAVE DONE SO AGAIN.
A Wife's Confession Maddened A
Husband's Brain, and Capt. Peter
Heins Took tho First Opportunity
To Kill A Formor Friend.
Reached Hie Limit.
Little Henry had been very naugh-
ty and was shut up In a closet until
he should express proper penitence
for his misdeeds. Nearby sat hie
mother, ready to extend pardon to the
Fnaall offender at the first sign of
borrow. Minutes passed but none
came. At last a faint sigh caught her
ear. Creeping silently to the door,
ahe discovered the child seated on the
floor In a disconsolate attitude.
•"Poor me!" he muttered, with
another sigh. "Why can't I get out?
1'se done Borrled all I can sorry l"
A New Foe To Domestic Peace.
"Dearest—after you left yesterday
I remembered that I had forgotten to
tell you"—
Thus far the prying wife read, and
then tainted; Bhe came back to con-
sciousness only to go Into hysteria.
Wifelike, she had opened a letter
addressed to her husband in un-
mistakably feminine handwriting.
Afterward It waB discovered that
the letter was nothing but a
diabolically cunning advertisement of
a patent medicine.
The postofflce department being
appealed to, has decided that It can
do nothing In such caaes. The scheme
does not quite amount to fraud, ex-
cept, perhaps upon the prying wife,
who really has no right In the mat-
ter. She 1b the “innocent third party,"
which, though the law proverbially
protects, cannot, in this case, be rec-
ognized.
Here la where the man-made laws
and the laws of human nature come
Into conflict For the wife la rare,
and more than human, who would not
regard a letter addressed to her hus-
band in a strange, feminine chlrog-
raphy as property subject to selxure
and search.
And It la another law of human
nature that a woman la not required
to fully Investigate any subject, but
is privileged to draw her conclusions
at any point she pleases.
There lies the difference between
man's reasoning and woman’s Intui-
tion.
But. though the postofflce depart-
ment deems the statutes and regula-
tions ineffective. It is still plain that
something must be done to atop this
sinister practice of the advertising
writers, else divorces in darkened
homes will become aa common as
fallen leaves In the November woods.
And—goodness knowa!—divorces
are common enough now, without any
further Incentives from the omnipo-
tent ad-wrlters.
There Ib safety In numbers, but
that applies to your bank-book ax well.
New York Dispatch: Thornton
Jenkina llaina. In his cell In the
Queens county Jail made a statement
in which he gave additional details of
the circumstances Immediately pre-
ceding and leading up to the murder
of William E- Annla by Captain Pe-
ter C. Hams, Jr., at Baybide. L. t
Thornton Halns waa present at the
time of the ahoottng and la charged
with having assisted his brother In
ths commission of tha crime by hold-
ing off at ths point of a revolver,
members of the Bayslde Yacht club,
who had attempted to go to ths assist-
ance of Annls. noth brothers are un-
der Indictment for murder In the firat
degree.
While Thornton Halna, unshaven,
collarloss and with a atrand of rope
about his waist doing duty for a belt
was relating hla grim story, the cap-
tain, gaunt and unkempt, stood less
than ten feet away, his long, monkish
bathrobe trailing ths floor, his eyes
staring fixedly at the whlto walla of
hlB prison. He took no part In the con-
versation.
"There have been so many untrutha
circulated concerning Peter and my-
■elf." said Thornton Halna, “that 1
must ask you to ast us right In the
eyes of ths world. I am not a desper-
ado, and neither Is Peter.
"On ths day of the shooting, I Im-
agined Annls to be In Moutnt Ver-
non. Neither Peter nor I had any Idea
that we would run across him: at Bay-
side. Ever since the terrible night
when my brother’s wife admitted her
wrongdoing witn Annie I had been
Peter’a constant companion. General
Halns feared that Peter would kill
himself and ao he gave him over Into
my keeping. I took hie mind off hie
troubles I took him out with me days
at a time, cruising In a little motor
boat I had."
Thornton Halns then told of his
plan to buy a alts along the water
somewhere and this led him to Bay-
aide.
‘They have made much of the fact
that we went armed,” he continued.
"As far as Peter Is concerned I did
not know he had a revolver with him.
It waa not until after he had used it
on Annls that I realixed the sltua-
tlon. As for me, the revolver I had
was the same I carried for fourteen
yeass. Most of my life has been spent
at sea, where primitive passions rule
and where men In their cups need
more than words to subside them.
"They have also said that when we
arrived at the yacht club our first
move was to ask where Annis was.
There never was anything said fur-
ther from the truth. We bad not been
on the ground long, however, before
the name of Annis came to our ears.
I immediately began to urge Peter to
cornu away. He could not be persuad-
ed, however, and, after m while, I
gave up trying.
"It was ao unexpected and It all
happened so quickly that I was pow-
erless to Interfere. As soon as Annis
came up to the float Peter opened
Ore. It was over In a second. A doz-
en men rushed for him and I saw a
big boatman grab him by the throat
and swing his fist to strike him. It
wpb then I pulled my revolver.
"I certainly had no feelings of af-
fection or regard for Annls, but I had
saved him. from being shot by Peter
once before and I would have done so
again if I had the chance.
“The night that Peter’a wife made
the written acknowledgement of her
misconduct with Annls. she asked
that I get word to Annls of what bad
happened. Annls waa expected at the
fort next day and she wished to warn
him to stay away. She wrote the let-
ter and gave It to me to mall. Peter
had seen her give me the letter, how-
ever, and guessed to whom R was ad-
dressed. Before I could remonstrate
with hint* he had torn It open and
read Its contents. It said:
m |g over between Peter and
me. He knows everything. Don’t come
tomorrow.’
“Peter put the letter In hls pocket
and said:
•• •! want him to come. I have some-
thing to say to him.’
"From hla tone I knew that he
to snoot Aunt* ou
"l dettmUned that the only way to
prevent a meeting between the
waa to drug Peter. 1 went to l>r. H IK
son. the po»t surgeon, and got bins
to give me a double dose of chloraL
When we got back to the bouse. I
persuaded Peter to take it. keeping
him in ignorance of what U waa.
When Annia came the next day. Peter
waa still under the influence of tho
opiate. Annis saw Peter’s wife an*
left again for .»ew York. Twenty min-
utes after be had gone. Peter awoka."
Americans Without a Country.
I think It Is (mm! the ranks* of the
fastidious and Indifferent that thn con-
firmed expirates aro generally recruit-
ed. The newly rich are lean tempted
to abandon America altogether. They
rush to Europe the moment they can.
are seen in nil the smart hotels, make
the fortunes of dress-makers and )•*
oilers, and then come home, because
mere wealth W worth much n*»re pow-
er on this side than on the other
The real expatriate despise# and
avoids them; they Jar on hla senslbil-
itlca too rudely. He end hla fellow*
have, aa a rule, much to aay of re-
fined interests, the uplifting surround-
ings which they can cultivate and en-
joy abroad; yet any Intimacy with
them leads to the conviction that
those who are not professional work-
on take but alight notice of tho treee-
uree of art, or thought, or nature, by
which they are surrounded. They are
really people who want to lick all tho
jam off life without ever getting to
Its crust The American expatrtatea
who have distinguished themaelvea can
be counted on the Bngera of one
hand. Moet of the others form a non-
producing class, deteriorating In qual-
ity |t increases In number*. The
expatriates draw their Income from
American sources, contribute noth-
ing but abuse In return, and are aa un-
profitable to the country of tbcfr
adoption as to that of their parent-
age. With the exception of the few
American women who have married,
happily abroad and who have had the
wisdom to heartily eapouae the coun-'
try as well aa the husband, the expa-
triates are aliens wherever they may
bo. They hob-nob lustily with other
aliens and abuse the institutiona of
their chosen residence with a vlrw-
lence only suppressed during their
rare visits to America; they openly
contemn the religion, the politics, the
national Institutiona of the country
where they have established them-
selves, com tribute nothing toward the
defenses or lta development, and die,
after forty or fifty T*"*’ exlle’
profound Ignorance of all that la best
In their surrounulng*. If they be-
have themselves, they are regarded
with amused tolerance by the aodal
world of their aJlenahlp, used un«
scrupulously when they art willing to
pay for Its fads, and forgotten the mo-
ment anything of real Importance la
in hand. Why not?
FROM 8MILE LAND.
By Ryan Walker.
Men who marry for looks seldom gel
good cooka.
A girl thinka a man ia brave becauei
he isn’t afraid to awear.
When an heiress marries a title thal
is about all ahe geta for her money.
A woman is alwaya looking for •
change—either of drees or complexion.
When two or more women get togethei
one of the thing* you don’t hear la *
lence. _
Every thing in the world was created
for some purpose. The eld bachelor keepo
spinsters hopeful.
Anyway, the average woman know* aa
much about politics as the average maa
does about feeding the baby.
The man who grumble* at the heat
does a lot of kicking when the mercury
goes into winter quartern
When a man argues with a woman It
seems that be doesn’t know what h* k
talking about—from her point of view.
It doesn’t take much painting and ap-
holatering to transform the average wo-
man into a handsome piece *f furnitar*.
The Dramatic Instinct.
Prof. Brander Mathewa, In a lector*
on theatrical convention! t* a elam on
dramaturgy, the ether day told the fol-
lowing story, says Harper'• Weekly.
“A little girl had dramatised a sofa pil-
low into a horae and had ridden on the
horse to her mother’■ knee. ‘Horsey ia
thirsty, mamma,’ ahe said.
“To humor her, the mother brought a
glass of water, but the little oue careful-
ly emptied the water In a Jaridnler*
before offering the glass to ner pil-
low.
“ ‘A pertended horse ought to drink
pertended water,’ the little ore re-
marked gravely."
Glass windows were Introduced I*
England In the eighth century.
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