Watonga Herald. (Watonga, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 35, Ed. 1 Friday, January 19, 1906 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER I.
The Bell* of the Jardln Bullier.
Parte is unusually gay in the early
fall, and her boulevards are thronged
tilth people, many of whorf come from
various parts of the world to enjoy
I, the whirl of revelry experienced here
as in no other city on earth.
The gardens of the Closerle des
Lilas, known also as the Jardln Bul-
’ tier, are profusely illuminated, and as
night advances those who promenade
or dance increase in number. It is
one of the sights of Paris, not whol-
ly a fashionable or hardly a respecta-
ble place, but thousands annually
ivisit it, for to do Paris and neglect
the Jardins Mabllle or Bullier would
be a mistake, sinco their notoriety has
become world-wide.
' About ten o’clock on the night in
Question, two men, undoubtedly
Americans, saunter into the Jardin
Bullier. Their dress and general ap-
pearance would attract attention al-
most anywhere in Paris, for both
* wear broad-brimmed, cream-colored
felt hats, and wear their hair long.
One is rathe? small in stature
when compared with his companion,
but as.quick as the spring of a tiger;
he has a handsome face, with restless
blue-gray eyes that have the faculty
of seeming to look through one.
The second man is well proportion-
ed, possesses the figure of an athlete,
and a face that is certainly a bold
type of manly beauty; those who
have associated with Dick Denver in
the past can bear witness that he is
a comrade worth having, as true as
steel and courageous as a lion, at the
same time diffident in the society of
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Ring strasse in Vienna,” says this tar-
dividual, with extended hand.
“Ah, yes, Prof. John Fitzsimmons,
the little English naturalist, in search
of rare bugs. Permit me, my dear
sir,” but the other instantly draws
back his extended hand and nods.
“Consider it done, Col. Bob. One
experience of that grip is enough for
•yours truly.’ I saw you with a com-
panion a while back, but the press of
the crowd was too much for me, and I
failed to get near—I presume that
was your friend?”
“Dick Denver, my chum,” quietly.
“A fine looking young fellow, I must
say.”
“See here, professor, looks don’t
generally go far with me—I seek deep-
er to find the truth; but in this par-
ticular case they strike home. Dick
Isn’t much of a dandy, but he’s a man,
every Inch of him. He’s been a cow-
boy, miner, and a rolling stone gener-
ally, because he has no real aim in
life, no home ties to act as a rudder,
you see. Wlhat he doesn’t know about
life In the mines of Mexico and on the
plains isn’t worth picking up. Talk
about a square man, professor, that
tellow you see leaning against yonder
post, as though he had little life about
him, Is Just about the squarest that
ever dropped into Paree—that s the
size of it, I believe. Just two years
ego I was in the tightest hole of my
life—trying to capture a desperado,
when I was set upon by a gang of his
sympathizers. I held on to my man,
but they downed me, and Col. Bob
would have ended his life right there
only for him. He came, Heaven-sent,
Just in the nick of time, and stood
over me—met the crowd face to face
yes, and by thunder, whipped ’em, tool
I saw it all, though too dazed to help
—I could only hold on to my prisoner
and see a man beat back half a dozen
cowardly wolves. That made us
friends, comrades. I would lie down
olesom* fly; his eyes are on the fig-
ure of the girl—his face has assumed
a frown that gives it a terrible 160k.
“Keep back, sir—out of the way I I
may be Mistaken—I’ll wait till she
comes around again. Now I can see.
Yes, it’s Dora, by all the powers! The
girl is surely crazy to come to this
place. She needs a protector,” he
mutters, and the professor catches his
last words.
women; Just such a man as might
please the taste of a girl who has
grown weary of society’s darllngB,
with their lazy habits and aimless
lives.
That it is not wholly curiosity that
brings these two comrades to the Jar-
dln Bullier on this particular night
might be discovered from the man-
ner in which they look around, and
the frown that appears upon the face
of the smaller man.
"Disappointed again, I’m afraid,
Dick,” he says, after they have wan-
dered around for a while, observed
the dancers, and eyed most of the
audience.
"I’m deuced sorry—It’s lucky you’re
a man of such wonderful patience, Col.
Bob,” remarks the other, who is
watching a handsome girl whirl
around in the mazes of the waltz,
clasped by the arm of a tall student
who has the appearance of a Span-
iard, and smiling to think what effect
it will have on his companion, the
sheriff of Secora county, when he, too,
discovers this charmer.
A minute later and the two. friends
separate. Bob Harlan to continue his
search through the whole of the gar-
den, with its dancing pavilion, Dick
Denver to lean against a pillar, and,
smoking, contemplate the exceedingly
gay scene before him.
The New Mexico sheriff moves in
and out of the throng, apparently
idling his time away, and enjoying
the singular sight to be seen in the
Closerle des Lilas, but all the while
keeping a bright lookout for the party
he seeks. That he himself is an ob-
ject of considerable importance does
not seem to occur to him.
A hand clutches his arm—he turns
and discovers the queerest little man
one could well conceive—a pompous
individual despite his lack of stature,
and with n keen visage.
“Col. Harlan, I am delighted to
mast you again. Perhaps you may
have forgotten me, but we met in a
peculiar way some time since on the
to-morrow and die for such a man
a 8 Dick Denver, the truest, noblest
specimen of manhood God ever
made.”
“Bravo, colonel; it pleases me to
see one so enthusiastic,” clapping his
hands gently as if in applause—“Da-
mon and Pythias over again and in
the modern nineteenth century, by
Jove! Of course you are here taking
in the sights?”
“Well, yes. You know we couldq’t
leave France for America, and fall to
see the Bullier and Mabille, though I
have little interest in the latter.'
“Ah! it Is at the Closerle des Lilas
one sees beauty unadorned—here the
ical belles of Paris show themselves—
here we see no powdered faces, no
padded figures, such as one wearies of
among the higher classes. Rosy
cheeks, painted by nature, reign In-
stead. And of all who dance, Col.
Bob, I am ready to swear petpelual
devotion to the belle of the evening.
See her willowy figure, note Us sup-
ple bending, pay attention to her
charming face—zounds, man! Prof.
John is her slave already—he will
wade through seas of gore to win her,
and if there is another Richmond in
the field, by Jupiter Pluvius, I’ll—I’ll
throttle him!”
The excited and enamored little pro-
fessor has Just reached this climax
when he comes to a sudden pause, for
be hears his companion utter an ex-
clamation that almost paralyzes him.
“Death and furies! if it isn’t my
Dora! ”
In an Instant he has an aroused
specimen of British assurance clawing
at his arm, while the sharp, penetrat-
ing voice of the little man cries:
“Your Dora! Who the deuce may
your Dora be? Not that charming girl
with the rosebud face, the eyes that
magnetize, the ruby Ups that Invite
a kiss! Don’t tell me. Col. Bob, that
is your Dora, for by the gods, man,
I’ll have to challenge you—I will, so
help me, Moses.”
The Sheriff of Secora county
brushes him aside as he might a trou-
“Yes, yes, that’s it, a protector, and
I’m the man who stands ready to as-
sume that office. I’m not a hulking
giant, but in intellect I tower above
the best of them. I’ll be her protec-
tor,” he cries.
“You!” sneers the colonel. “Why,
Dora would call you only half a man,
professor. Women go a good deal by
appearances, my dear fellow.”
“Of course they do—I’m quite aware
of that, which accounts for her pref-
ence. You didn’t see me dance with
the beauty—watch her look this way;
row, she smiles like an angel—she
sees her devoted John Fltz—eh! she
throws a kiss, the darling!” and he
rapturously sends a dozen in the
direction of the girl who goes whirling
past them, with a new partner, a man
of middle age, with dark features and
the general appearance of a Castilllan
It seems as though this belle of the
Jardin Bullier has a decided penchant
for gentlemen of Spanish blood.
As for Col. Bob, he deliberately
turns his back on the scene, an action
the dancing girl cannot fall to see.
Over his face flits an expression of
keen pain; he grits his teeth savagely,
end then the agony is over—no one
would guess what he has Just passed
through. t
Col. Bob abruptly leaves the profes-
sor and pushes his way through the
crowd. He is almost savage in his
advance, and more than onfe beau of
the Closerle scowls at the American
when his patent leather dancing
pumps are trodden on, or his well
brushed dancing coat rudely rubbed
against.
He keeps looking right and left,
as though still in hopes of discovering
the one whom he came to find, and all
the while he mutters:
“Confound it all, I didn’t believe it
of Dora. I knew she was full of spir-
its and enjoyed fun as well as the
i ext one, but I never thought to And
her In this place, dancing with strang
ers. I’m disappointed—mad. The pro-
fessor is welcome to the Jade—I think
be’d suit her better than Bob Hartyn
ever could, for he doesn’t seem to see
anything out of the way In her being
here. As for me, I swear right now
I wash my hands—”
“Bob!”
The voice sounds close by his ear—
he shivers as he never was known to
when facing a dozen tough despera-
does out West, but he does not turn
around, continuing to look away from
the magnet so close to his elbow.
“Bob, are you very angry with me?”
Now a hand steals through his arm
it touches his own, and thrills the
man. Unable to longer resist, he
slowly turns his head and looks into
that charming fresh face, those daz-
zling eyes—and Bob Harlan Is again
in fetters.
Yes, I’m very, very mad, Dora—
boiling over with Indignation. What
brings you to this place? I never
thought to see you here when I stroll-
ed in from curiosity.”
Am I bound to tell you?” she pouts,
walking beside him.
“Not at all—you are at liberty to do
as you please,” he replies, coldly.
The girl melts at once, evidently
she cares much for this man’s good
opinion.
Bob, did you notice my partner In
that dance?” she asks, but he shakes
bis head.
“I saw only you, It seemed as
though a mist came before me then,
and I was blind. Heavens! girl, what-
ever Induced you to come to this
place?” he almost fiercely demands.
“A stern duty brought me here, Col
Bob. You would not hesitate to face
danger where It is duty that calls—
why should Dora?”
Nonsense! what mission could
bring you here?" he asks, in an in-
credulous tone, while they promenade
among the cowds, with the music
thobblng from the Btand near by.
‘My duty to Miss Pauline—I would
go through fire and water for her,*
declared the girl resolutely.
“I can’t quite understand how you
could serve Miss Westerley by being
present here. Perhaps you will con-
descend to explain—that Is, if you
care," quickly seeing a shadow pass
over Dora’s face.
“There’s no reason I shouldn’t, es-
pecially as you are already interested
in the h.exican mine business. You
know Senor Manuel Lopez?”
T should say I did; he is In Paris
now with his daughter, Juanita, and
his nephew, Carlos. We have taken
dinner with them.”
“Meaning yourself and friend, Mon-
sieur Dick?”
“Yes; yon see, the senor’s lovely
daughter was always about half in
love with Dick, but he never cared
for the woman, and gave her little en-
couragement. I’ve half believed that
they are In Paris now because Jua-
nita knesr we would be here.”
(To be continued.)
The Csar Looks Woll
Lewis Nixon, the naval contractor,
csar: * “I had a private audience with
the csar: “I had a private audience
with his majesty three weeks ago. He
stood erect as a soldier • while he
talked for half an hour. He is in
perfect physical condition. There is
not a gray hair in his head. The
general impression he gave me was
one of confidence.”
Treating Wrong Disease*
Many times women call on their family
physicians, suffering, as they Imagine,
one from dyspepsia, another from heart
or prostration, another with pain here and
there, and In this way they all present
alike to -fh pm selves ana their'easy-going
and indifferent, or over-busy doctor, sep-
arate and distinct diseases, for which he,
FOUR YEARS OF AGONY.
Whole Foot Nothing But Proud Fleeh
—Had to Us* Crutches—“Cutlcura
Remedies the Beat on Earth.”
-In the year 1899 the side of my
right foot waa cut off from the little
toe down to the heel, and the physi-
cian who had charge of me waa try-
ing to sew op the aide of my foot, but
with no success. At last my whole
foot and way up above my calf waa
nothing but proud flesh. I suffered un-
told agonies for four years, and tried
different physicians and all kinds of
ointments. I could walk only with
crutches. In two weeks afterwards I
saw a change in my limb. Then l be-
gan using Cutlcura Soap and Ointment
often during the day, and kept it up
for seven months, when my limb waa
healed up Just the same as If I never
had trouble. It la eight months now
since I stopped using Cutlcura Reme-
dies, the best on God’s earth. I am
working at the present day after five
years of suffering. The cost of Cutl-
cura Ointment and Soap waa only $8,
but the doctors’ bills were more like
$600. John M. Lloyd .718 S. Arch Ave.,
Alliance. Ohio Juno 27. 1905.”
Wearing a long face doesn’t cause a
man to live a long time.
Lewis’ Single Binder — the famous
slaeaae. The physician. Ignorant of the
Ozum of Buffering, encourages this prac-
tice until large bills are made. The suf-
fering patient gets no better, but probably
worse, by reason of the delay, wrong
treatment and consequent complications.
A proper medicine like Dr. Pierce’s Fa-
vorite Prescription, directed to.the oouee
would have entirely removed the disease,
thereby dispelling all those distressing
symptoms, and Instituting comfort in-
stead of prolonged misery. It has been
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cured.”
Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription la a
scientific medicine, carefully devised by
an experienced and skillful physician,
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It la matle of native medicinal roots and
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As a powerful Invigorating tonlo "Fa-
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Your dealer or Lewis’ Factory, Peoria, 111.
Light-headed girls are not always
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Money Is abopt the only thing some
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THE CALL OF* THE CANADIAN
WEST.
The Greatest Wheat Crop of the Con-
tinent.
The year that has Just closed has
done a great deal toward showing
the possibilities of Western Canada
from an agricultural standpoint. The
wheat crop has run very near to the
100,000,000 bushel limit that was look-
ed upon as too sanguine an estimate
only a short time ago, and the area
that has been broken to fall wheat
for the coming harvest will go a long
way towards enabling the farmers ol!
the West to overlap on the 100,000,000
bushel estimate next year. And while
the spring and winter wheat have
been doing so well during the past few
years, the other cereals have been
keeping up with the procession. Rye
and barley have made immense
strides, and peas and flax have been
moving steadily along. Dairying,
also, has been successfully carried on
in the new provinces, and in every
stage the farmer has been “striking
it rich.” To such an extent has the
success of the West taken hold of the
outsiders that the rush of our Ameri-
cans to Saskatchewan and Alberta,
which was looked upon as marvelous
last year, bids fair to be largely ex-
ceeded In 1906, and as there are still
millions of acres of free homesteads
available, which the building of the
now railways will render accessible
to the markets, new wheat lands will
be opened ere long. Amongst the
first to avail himself of the opportun-
settler. In a large number of Amerl-
lty presented will be the American
can cities Dominion Oovernmeni
Agents are located, who are able and
willing to give the latest and best in-
formation in regard to the new dis-
tricts which the railways will open
up, and there will be no abatement of
the rush to the Canadian prairies dur-
ing the coming season. Some time
since a poet In the columns of the
“Toronto Star” had the following
stirring lines, whloh throb of the
Western -Mrit:
There’s a stir In the air, there's a
thrill through the land,
There’s a movement toward the
great West;
And the eyes of all men for the mo-
ment are turned
To the country that we love the
best.
For ’tls Canada’s day In the world’s
calendar,
And to this merry toast let us sup:
"Here’s to the land, the young giant
of the North,
Where the prairies are opening up!’
They come from the East, and they
come from the South,
They come o’er the deep rolling
sea—
They come, for they know they will
dwell ’neath a flag
That makes all men equal and free.
Then, once more the toast, and let
every man rise
And cheer ere healpa from the cup:
’’Here’s to the land, the young giant
of the North,
Where the prairlef nr* opening up!”
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