The Curtis Courier. (Curtis, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 10, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 23, 1905 Page: 7 of 8
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A Girl at Stake.
See still people who uliUtn
teat tknild BlncUi to past, trirr
ef Eburae. is free to hold tot own
•Bteleaa, tad I mi tnwi ayw ioai»
Moo of l|||^ wwwti to tettag this
Story. I merely toll It M a story fore
•»d simple. For II noame to hold de-
lete* of Interest IqdeeA to ms. when
I fitot beard It It Ms painfully absorb
to«. «s Is only natural under the clr-
mmstaaces. For it la my story, and
fst net Mss; I «U an all-uncoosdous
ae»or la tbs drams and knew nothing
St the saq uel sattl afterwards.
Th« Isst net began ptoasaatly
M»ugk. 1 became maud is Dolly
RavenhiM. Not knowlac Dolly, you
■ay be at a dtoadvMtego la realising
how pleasant this was, but you Bust
tale toy word tor It We net on the
golf links, fltUasty enough, sines the
teaam was evsMaally played oat there;
ana three afternoons of alxed tor
Somes decided my fbta When aha put
toe in the bunker at the Iasi hale and
looked up piteously Into my tooe with
a Stones at silent despair. I could hare
taken her into ay arms and kissed her.
(1 did at a subsequent period at the
day, but that Is aetther here nor theta)
Instead, I told a albMak shot dead sad
Won the hole, and also, as I discovered
afterwards, her undying affection. It
was. therefore, the albltak that begin
The serpent soon entered toy Eden,
la the shape of Oaptaln Holchester.
Not that I knew him tar a serpent at
the time. I merely name him so la the
light of subsequent events. No one, ap-
parently, knew where he came from.
Who he was, or anything about him.
He had dropped from the clouds, as ft
were. But he had all the attributes
that make for popularity with woman,
and very few of those which spell un-
popularity with men. He was, la fact,
extremely good-looking, with bonnl# (I
am quoting Dolly) bine eyee of deepest
hue. a martial bearing, and a ready
tongue. Added to this, he was s good
sportsman end an. snosllsat golfer, sad
he appeared to have plenty of money.
Bo he speedily became popular.
Dolly teemed quite Indifferent to
him at first. She admired him, ef
courts—no woman of any spirit could
help doing that; but she did ao openly,
which waa balm to my soul. For, In
many ways, man, aad engaged man
more especially, has never outgrown
his primitive innocence and I felt,
therefore, quite happy that she should
admire him openly to ma Equally, of
course, he admired Dolly; but he did it
so nicely that oven this quite pleased
me. Thus we became the best of
Existence flowed on In a pleasant,
stream-like way, with never a ripple to
disturb its calm. Then, quite suddenly,
1 noticed that Dolly was not so cloud-
lessly happy as she used to be; she be-
came less bright and Very much more
silent. As a rule, Dolly has plenty to
say for herself. She takes after her
mother Clear soul!) In that When I
taxed her with It, she became quite dis-
tressed. I never could stand tears from
a woman, so I dropped the subject, and
took to watching her lnsteqd. Gradual-
ly It began to dawn on me that her un-
happiness was in some mysterious way
connected with Captain. Holchester. I
sm not quite sure how I divined this,
for Vis manner to her was always quite
as IF should be; but the conviction
grew on me, nevertheless, so that In
time an inveterate hatred took the
place ef the liking I formerly had tor
him. But he never showed that he
noticed any difference, and we still
played golf together as usual.
It was when he had been In the
neighborhood for some three mouths
that the second and vital act of the
drama took place. And I, as I have
told you, was an unconscious actor In
(t I was due to play a friendly—oh,
Ih'e Irony of that word!—match with
Holohester that afternoon, and after
breakfast I strolled round, as I was
•emetimes guilty of doing, to see Dolly.
To my astonishment, she no sooner
taught sight of me than she burst into
“My dear girl,” I said, with as much
absence of irritation as I could muster,
"whatever is the matter?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Frank,” ake said,
’hrough her team; “somehow, I am
taellng ao miserable.”
“Yon are going the right way to
make me miserable” I ■aid, with some
sternness “I can’t think whart has
some over you lately.”
"Have you noticed a difference.
$>en?” she asked, looking up for a mo-
“Have I noticed a difference?” I
■led. “Really, Dolly, you are very un-
towntary to yoeietefl No sm
oU# would ever ascuee yrnm of being
Ilhely to beams engaged to a fleet."
“1 had ao idea.” said she. ‘'that It
ws< so apparent as that”
"Then you admit that you barest
been jroureeif?" said I.
’ No." aha said, womanlike. "I dea’t
admit anything of the sert. Perhaps."
«he add, j; with a change of flreM. “yon
fcV* getting tired of mo?”
i looked at her for g moment la
“It Is a matter ef common knowl-
edge,’’ uid I. with gmd deliberation,
“that, when a maa to intoxicated, he
thinks that everyone etoe to la that
condition except himself.”
“This to news «e mo," said Dolly,
with a great show ef spirit “I had
ao idea, Frank, that you were given
1 looked my pity for has
"On the lines of thin arfUment," 1
went on, uaheedlngly. "It Is probably
you who art growing tired of mo."
Bat she had gone off - another tms-
ly near again.
•Are yen play lag with Captain Hoh
chaoter this afternoon, Frank r*
“Yes," I said curtly, "and I have
every Indention of beating him. ’
“Don’t play, Frank." she pleaded,
1 looked at her In smaaement She
wm undoubtedly In earnest
"My dear little girt." I said, ’’what la
“I don’t want yon to play,” aha re-
"But why?” I aahod. “Cant yen
give me any reasons?”
”1 don’t want you to play,” aha re-
"But my dear Dolly," I protested,
"IPs so absurd. I can’t go and put a
man off for no reason whatever."
*1 knew you must bo tired of me,”
the retorted, "or yon would at toast do
what I asked you.”
I shrugged my shoulders la despair.
“Vary wall,’' I said; ”1 won’t play."
Than, to crows all, she laughed. 1
waa too exasperated at the time to
notice how hysterical bar laughter waa.
""Of course, Frank, I wm only tak-
ing. Go along aad play, you tolly,
solemn, serious old hoyl”
She threw tor arms round ay book
aad kissed me.
“Shall we have much of this tort of
thing efter we are married?” I asked
“What? The kisses?” she question-
She looked ao irresistible that I kiss-
ed her again, net once, hut— Wall,
after all, we were engaged, and other
people have done the same before now.
l met Holchester la quite a pleasant
spirit He, on the other hand, was no»
to unruffled as usual. Little things
seemed to put him out Whan he miss-
ed his drive the the flrst 'tee, for in-
stance, and got Into the bunker, he
swore quite audibly. But after that he
settled down to his game in grim, des-
perate, silent earnest.
1 am unaware at precisely what mo-
ment It dawned on me that this was ao
ordinary game we were playing. Ws
had many an encounter before; some-
times he won, and sometimes I, but we
always finished In quite a friendly
manner. But today, somehow, it was
different. Every stroke was played as
a matter of life and deatk; the very
caddies held their breath when either
of us made a putt, aad once or twice I
fell my hand trembling. It was just as
though we were playing for some
enormous stake. I racked my brains
to think of any even insignificant bet I
might in n moment of self-confidence
have made on Gils match—a pair of
gloves with Dolly, or some other tri-
viality. But I couldn’t remember of
having laid a bet of any sort Then It
•truck me that perhaps Holchester had
something oidit, and that his serious-
ness had unconsciously communicated
Itself to ma It most be something
rather heavy, I thought, to have this
effect. At last I could stand ft> no long-
er. I turned to Mm, affecting a laugh.
“Have you get any money on this
match?” I asked.
He looked at me curiously tor a mo-
“No,” he said. “Why do yon ask
“Oh,” I answered, "are seem to have
got so serious, that’s all.”
He looked at me again.
“It la serious,” he said.
. Somehow, his answer chilled me, and
1 said ao more. The game went on In
ibaolute silence It was a' ding-dong
druggie. In all the close fights we had
together, and they were many, there
lau never been anything approaching
Kls. We were both playing fine golf,
hough, perhaps, It la hardly for me to
lay It. But I knew that I had never
ilayed better. And he hung to me like
leach. If ha |
Imagined that I
•aid make a
halve the hate, oecastaaally even win
it Aad 1 very often did tee same when
the pntoflaM ware revirued. Aad thM.
at length, in Mlaam silence, we cams
to Ihe teat tee, all square and one to
1 don’t mind adtoltatog that hr this
time I Whs fsellsg pretty queer. The
strata was in ginning te tell, and 1
could only utter a silent prayer that
my nerve would set give way at this
critical junttura. No doubt. It waa tell
ing oa him, tee. But he showed ao
signs of It, except perhape. for aa al
mort imperceptible tightening ef the
Ups and a ltttls wrinkle that kept earn-
“Nothing would taduou me ever to
"There!" I said; “yeu sm hew I feel
shout It. We wlU nsithsr of ue ever
play golf again."
1 felt ft was the very least I o'
the spirit Of that putt .
We have since hmrd that rwy»i«
Holrhestsr was shortly afterwards ar-
rested for bteamv. having barn found
In simultaneous pOtteaeaToo of at least
three wives Hut. then, the ladles al-
ways did admire him. Poor little Doily
• • bless her!
The Model Wife.
Many and varied are the character
iatlcs it th«i modejl wiftf—numerous
tog and going in his taruhsad. The
man had a nerve like Iran, I knew, and
of the two It wm I who waa the more
likely to break down. And all the time
I hadn’t the allghtoat Idea why we warn
both taking the thing ae seriously.
Only m Instinct warned me that 1 must
win at all coats.
la a breathless toomartt ef time the
motter got whittled down to a question
ef putts. We both lay at the edge of
the green la a Uha number of strokes.
Holchester putted first. U was a beau-
Ufa putt, straight aad trust had from
the moment it started it looked like go-
ing down. About a foot from the koto,
it faltered, went on, faltered agate, and
finally stopped oa the vary Up. Hol-
fihester, I believe, muttered a curse.
Whether It wm this or the knowledge
that unless I Into myself dead the
■atrh was loot I dent know; hat I
putted wildly. It was the merest apol-
ogy for a putt; weak, uncertain, ths
ball strolled off to M alien direction In
the most unconcerned manner, as
tffough nothing waa so tor from its In-
tention as to seek tho hold I looked
round at Holchester and aaw that ha
was sailing. Then, la a twinkling, hto
face changed. I tuned to took at ay
hail once mere.
It wm then that tho mtracto happen-
ed. (Oh, call It tho slop# of tho ground,
If you will, or ths offset of tho wind,
or any other natural phMotoMon that
you like! Anyhow, It happened.) Just
when It seemed at Its very last bmp,
the ball took a new leans of Ufa With
one Irresistible, relentless swoop, it
altered Its direction and swept tri-
umphantly into the kola. I wm loo
choked with emotion to smite. No one
spoke for several motoMto. ThM om
of tho caddies ahltolsd fintosthtng
seemed to snap In ay bedim, and I
burst Into Shrieks at uaoentrol labia
laughter HotaSeStor, I believe, car-
ried ms boas, aad Mat for a doctor.
And for thrde weeks I toy on ay back
with violent brain tever.
It was a very subdued and penitent
Dolly that came to aoe ao when I had
become convalescent and all fear of
danger waa over. I hardly knew bar;
bnt in a trice she had her arms round
ay neck and hafi told mo her story. My
*wrt in the drama wm finished, and tha
story henceforward becomes hart.
“Oh, I was usd—mad!” aha sobbed.
"Frank, will you ever forgive me?”
“Is It anything very dreadful?’* I
asked, in a somewhat weak voice. My
nerves were not quite In first-rate order
“It la perfectly horrible!” tote M-
I saw that silence was my boat
chance orhearing tha story, so I con-
sented myself with an affectionate
pressure of the hand.
"I was going to slope with him,” Mo
blurted out, after an Interval. Then,
wnen I still said nothing, she added:
"If he had won, than to.’’
After that the interval became ao
long that I felt compelled to say some-
thing. i. ,
“Who Is /him,’ and If ha had woa
what?” I naked, with same confusion of
detail and personal pronouns.
“Captain Holchester,” said Dolly,
hiding her face.
Ws were both silent then. It never
occurred to me to doubt the truth of
it, and yet It seemed incredible But I
remembered many things—Dolly’s curi-
ous behavior on the morning of that
match, my own feelings with regard to
Holchaster, and the solemnity which
had so unintelligibly dsacendsd upon
us that afternoon. And thM suddenly
I remembered my putt I turned to
Dolly and took her In my arms, hold-
ing her very close. Everything was
understood and forgiven to that long
embrace It was soma time before I
"l have made my last putt," I Mid.
She looked at me Interrogatively. 8a
I told her of that miracle (I still insist
upon it, you see).
‘1 shall never play golf again,” I
and different indeed, aa the men who
have outlined them. But surely
all mankind there om be but one
opinion about the case of Mrs Harold
Mackway, who. whea she hoard that
her husband wished to elope with a
friend aad iqtoshbor, calmly pachad
the eloping couple's trunks, kissed bar
rival goad bye, aad did evaythlmg pos-
sible to conceal their flight from tha
latter's husband. Undoubtedly ws
ha vs bars tha psrfsetion of pattont
meekness and laoMsntally at wtftoy
policy. For in matrimony more than
In anything else. It behooves tha wise
woman to welcoase tha coming, speed
the departing guest When love first
calls upon us to be sore, common de-
cency requires that we greet him oar-
dally, receive hto hat aad quiver aad
ask him to stay awhile. But whan ha
•rot ahowa 'he slightest Inclination to
(save wo should by m moans cook to
croon him In his Intent but amlUagly
watch him taka up his burdsna, wish
him godspeed and by no means make
tho mistake of following him to tho
door or of looking out ths window af-
But when wa all tsaltas tha truth
of this theory, few of oa are strong
eveugh to put It to tort In our asm
lives. It s only tho occasional Spartan
of tho typo of the Chicago wife who
actually tries It an.
There can ,bo ao mistake that bar
view of tho matter E that dtotatad by
eommon sense- Bat bssauaa at this
very fact It to tha ana toast lihtoy to ha
favored by the om in ctooral. Loss
and common ism are at oppotote
poles, Md there la aa aamsmamoy hr
which they may ha brought together.
And though whoa a hatonal wants te
cut tha matrimonial hand tha only
thing to do la to hand Mm tho atoaaora
few Indeed are tho wives with tho
strength to do It Tho average wifely
attitude under eircumstaaMe of this
kind is precisely what she would aa
sumo If another woman should cast
covetous eyes upM he beat party
frock and proceed to annas it Tho
husband, like tho frock, to hers. Bho
has bought him and paid tar him In
the coin of her heart aad hand. Both,
in the eyes of the law, belong to her,
and she Is as mueh entitled to fight
for one as for the other. All of which
is undoubtedly true, the only question
being whether the husband of peripat-
etic tendency is as much worth con-
tending for as the stationary frock
that has no voice in tho matter, but
must go wherever it is carried.
But there is no question that even
in the matter of a contested garment
true superiority would rest with her
who would be able to say, “Yes, It was
a fine gown, and I am ao glad you like
It Some people have a prejudice
against wearing old clothes, but if you
really want It I’ll be most happy to
give It to you.”
And ao m the matter of husbands
also. But, alas! for tho feminine na-
ture that la weak and fond and has tho
unfortunate habit of loving more and
mere Instead of less Md less. Few of
ur are equal to the supremo Insolence
of this denunciation.—New York
New England Baked Beans.
Soak one quart of white beans over
night, drain off the water in the morn-
ing and boil in salted water for aa
hour. Drain off all the water, put the
beans In an earthen dish, add one and
one-half cupfuls of water, one and one-
quarter cupfuls of molasses, one table-
spoonful of sugar, very little salt and
pepper, and one-quarter of a pound of
salt, fat pork with the rind well
•lashed. Bake for 45 minutes with a
cover over the dish, then 46 minutes
uncovered, adding a few (ablespoon-
foltof hot water the last half hour if
they appear to be drying too rapidly.
The Queen of the Netherlands is an
“Oh, Frank!” cried Dolly, la genuine
distress, “do you really mean It?”
“I wlfl caddie for you,” said I.
enthusiastic fanner and she runs a
dairy on business principles In con-
nection with the royal palace, selling
butter and milk.
Little draws at water
Frees tag M they ML
Make man's fast fly sgmqpB '
Dislocate hto gall
Rob the marry tat maw
Of hto store of mirth.
Make him leave hto tradwmaiE
Where he hits the earth.
Make the pretty little
Lady cease te care
Who may chance to bear bar.
Who may tun to stank
Little drone of water
Freezing where they aplMfc
Make the atu eld miser
Cease to thlak of cash.
Rob the happy tever
of hit thoughts of lava
As new constellations
He beholds above.
Make the mighty magMtta '
Sittiag on hto bat.
Have disgust for watar
And such things as that
Little drops of water
Freezing aa they fall,
■how tbs- Hides has serna
Good points after all.
—Chicago Record Herald!
Drugs Bad for Headache.
Although various causes have doubh
leas been it work to weaken tha bear'd
of the present generation, there can he
no question that one potent laiuene#
has been the Indiscriminate ms at
headache p< wders.
II may te said, with little tear el
eontradictlon from these who kwow
the facta, that if a cate Irsw text tar
bidding ft# use of nay drag whatever
in the treatment of headachw would be
enacted and enforced then weuld he
much toes misery for the coming gsw-
•ration than there Id tor thin
A sufferer from repeated headaches
who he* found a mesas ef roHef te
“headache powders" nr other svte tote
harmful drug may dtapsto this Msnr-
tion. but the victims of aomo drug
hahK or the friend! of own whWM
heart, poisoned by aeetanilld or sail*
pyrin, has suddsnly ceaaed to heat be-
fore lbs time will took at the matter
from another petal of view entirely.
During the Spanish war numbers ef
would-be recruits ware rejected be-
cause of a weak heart, and In tha epi-
demic of pneumonia which ravaged tha
country last winter an unusual number
of death* occurred from failure of tee
heart to meet the added strain.
lu all cases of habltnal headache i*
currlng periodically t physician mawL
of course, be consulted that ho teay
find the cause—oye etraln, disease la
the ears, no e, stomach or other more
distant organs—and remove H If Possi-
ble. But tb- separate attacks ef head-
ache have to be relieved, It very ae-
vere, and ir these cases It to better not
<0 resort to drugs, unless the drugs are
taken under ths spsdal guldanse of
the physician. In the congestive hand-
ache, marked by throbbing, and made
worse by stooping er lying down, h
cold towel or an les bag applied te tho
head, a hot water bag to too spin* ■
mustard plaster to tho bach of tho nock
or to the inner side of the thlgha er a
hot ihustard foot bath ona or macw--
will often g.ve relief when many drugs
In the anaemic form of headache,
marked by pallor, to which the pete to
made less severs by lying domat
sage of the bead or tha appHcatla* of
warm cloths to the head end face toll
often be found grateful. A three!seed
bilious headache may sometimes be
warded off by a dote ef epsom salts, as
may other headaches due to ’'autoin-
toxication," and one duo to overuae of
the eyes or eye strain will usually, if
taken at tha moment of the first warn*
ing. be arrested or mitigated by toot-
ing the book and going tor a walk.
Eggs a la Creole.
Cook a very small, finely chopped
onion In two tsblespoonsful of buttei
for five minutes without browning,
Add half a cupful of stewed tomatoes,
half a minced green pepper, and a few
chopped button mushrooms and sim-
mer five minutes more. 8eason with
salt and paprika. Cover the bottom*
of buttered individual baking dishes
with the mixture, put on the top of
each sn egg. stand the dishes in a pr i
of hot water and bake In the oven u~v
til the eggs are set—New York Sun
The barber naturally thinks thar*
Is nothing beautiful in the long, flow-
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