Kiowa County Democrat. (Snyder, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 14, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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COPY RIGHT 1007 —
"Mad" Dan Maitland, on reaching his
N<*w York bachelor club, met an attrac-
tive young woman at the door. Janitor
O'I lagan Manured him no one bad been
within that day. Dan discovered a wom-
an's finger priuta in dual on Ida desk,
along with a letter from Ida attorney.
Maitland dined with Hannerman. Ida at-
get Ida family JcwoIh. Mji
reaching home, mirprlaed lady in gray,
cracking the aafe containing Ida gema.
Hhe. apparently, took him for a well-
Dan net out for Oreo
apparently, took him for a w<
known crook, Daniel Aidaty. Half-hyp-
notised, Maitland opened hla safe, took
therefrom the JewelH. and gave them to
her, firat forming a partnerahlp In crime.
The real Dan Aidaty, aougld by police of
the world, appeared. Maitland overcame
him. lie ami the girl went to New York
In her auto, lie had the Jewels. She
was to meet Idm that day. A “Mr.
Hnulth’’ Introduced himself as a detec-
tive. To stdeld the girl In gray. Maitland,
about to show Idm tlm Jewels, supposedly
lost, wiih felled by a blow from “Snalth s
cane. The latter proved to be Anlsty
himself and he secured the gems. Anlsty,
who was Maitland's double, masqueraded
latter. The criminal kept Malt
h engagement with the girl In gray.
He gave her the gems. Tin* girl in gray
tod Maitland’s apartments during Ids
lisence and returned gems. Mat* '
ithout cash, called up Ids home
beard a won
od gems. Maitland,
'man's voice expostulating.
, disguised as Maitland, tried to
wring from her the location of the gems.
A crash was beard at the front door.
Maitland overwhelmed the crook, allow-
ing him to escape to shield the young
woman. The girl in gray made her es-
oape. Jumping Into a cab. An Instant
later, by working a ruse. Anlsty was at
her side, lie took her to Attorney llan-
nerman’s office. There, by torture, he
tried In vain to wring from her the locu-
tion of file gems. He left her a moment
and she 'phoned O'llugan, only getting In
the words: "Tell Mr. Maltlnml under tho
brass bowl," the biding place In the lat-
ter's rooms, when Anlsty heard her
words. Kannerniun also was revealed as
a crook. He and Anlsty set out to secure
the gems and leave town. The girl was
still Imprisoned. Maitland finding the girl
gone, searched his rooms and unearthed
the Jewels under the brass bowl. He
struck Anlsty's trail In a big office build-
ing. where Anlsty was killed. Maitland
and girl In gray confessed love for each
other. To shield her Dan told Hlckev she
was Mrs. Mnltlaml. Hannerman died a
“You dropped It In tho trunk-closet.
I found It there. There Is something
of mine In It?”
Dumb with misery, she nodded: and
after a little: ‘‘You didn’t look, of
"I had no right," he said, shortly.
"Other men wo-would have thought
they had the right. I th-thlnk you
had. tho circumstances considered. At
all events." steadying her voice, "I
say you have, now. I give you that
right. Please go and Investigate that
hand-bag, Mr. Maitland. I wish you to."
He tunied and stared at her curious-
ly. "I don't know what to think," he
said. "I can not believe—”
"You mu-must bcllovo. I have no
right to profit by your disbelief. Dear
Mr. Mnitlund, you have been kind to
me. very kind to me; do me tills last
kindness, If you will."
The young face turned to hint was
grnvoty and perilously sweet: very
nearly ho forgot all else. Hut that
she would not have.
"Do this Tor me. What you will find
will explain everthlng. You will tin
derstnnd. Perhaps" — timidly — "per
haps you may even find ll In your
heart to forgive when you understand
If you should, my card-cnse Is In I lie
hag, and—" She faltered, Idling her
Up cruelly to steady a voice quivering
with restrained sobs. "Please, please
go at once, ami—ami see for yourself!"
Hhc Implored him passionately.
Of a sudden he found himself re
solved. Indeed, ho fancied that It
were dangorous to oppose her: sip
was overwrought, on the verge of los
log her commnnd of self. She wished
this thing, and though with all his soul
he hated it, he would do as she do
| “Vary woll," he assented quietly.
"Shall 1 stop the cab now?"
lie tapped on the roof of the ban
sunt ami told the ruhliy to draw In at
the next corner. Thus he wns put
down not far front his homo—below
the Thirty-third street grade.
I Neither spoke ns he alighted, and
she believed that he was leaving her
In displeasure and abhorrence; but he
bad only stepped behind the cab for a
moment to speak to the driver, ltt
moment he was linek, standing by the
step with one ham) on the apron and
staring In very earnestly mid soberly
at the shadowed sweetness of her pal
ltd fare, that gleamed in the gloom
there like somo pale, shy. sad flower.
Could there be evil combined with
such sheer loveliness, with features
that In every line bodied forth the
purity of the spirit that abode within
In the soul of hint he could not believe
that a thlefe nature fed cankor-llke at
(he heart of a woman so divinely
naively denr and desirable. And—he
"Won't you let me go?"
"Just a minute. I—I should like to
—If I And that you have done nothing
*» very dreadful," he lutighed uneasl
ly, "do you wish to know?”
"You know I do." She could not
help hid lug that, letting him see that
far Into her heart.
"You spoils of my culling. 1 believe
That meiuu to-morrow afternoon,
the earliest. May I not rail you up on
“The number Is In (he book." she
■aid In a tremulous voice.
"And your name In (he gard-case?"
"And if l should rati In hnlf ftn
“This la Daniel Maitland
“O, I shall not Bleep until I know!
"Good night! Drive on, cabby.”
He stood, smiling queerly, until the
hansom, climbing the Park Avenue
hill, vanished over Its shoulder. Then
swung about and with an eager step
retraced his way to his rooms, very
confident that God was In his heaven
and all well with the world.
Tlie cab stopped. The girl rose
and descended to the walk. Tho driver
touched his hat and reined (he horso
away. “Good night, ma’am,” he bade
her, cheerfully. And she told him
"Good night" in her turn.
Cor a moment she seemed a bit hesi-
tant and fearful, loft thus nlone. Tho
bouse In front of which she stood, like
Its neighbors, reared a high facade to
the tender, star-lit sky. Its windows,
with drawn shades and no lights, wear-
ing a singular look of blind patience,
bad a high stoop and a sunken
area. There was a dull glow In one
of tho basement windows.
It was very Into—or extremely early.
The moon was down, though Its place
was In some way tilled by tho golden
Hsk of the clock in the Grand Central
station's tower. Tho air wub Impreg-
nated with the sweet and fragrant
breath of the new born day. In the
tunnel beneath the Btreet a trolley car
rumbled and whined and clanked lone-
Homely. A stray eat wandered out of
, cross street with tho air of a sea-
onod debauchee; stopped, scratched
Itself with Inimitable abandon, and
suddenly, mysteriously nlarmed at
nothing, turned Itself into n streak of
shadow that fled across the street and
vanished. And, as if nfTected by Its
terror, the gray gild slipped silently
Into the area and tapped at the lighted
Almost Immediately the gate was
cautiously opened. A woman's hend
looked out, with suspicion. “Oh, thank
lleavings!" It said, with abrupt fer-
vor. "1 was afraid It mightn't be you,
Miss Sylvia. I'nt so glad you’re back.
There ain't—hnsn't been n minute
these past two nights that I haven't
been In n fidget."
Tho girl laughed quietly and passed
through the gateway (which was
closed behind her) Into the basement
ball, where she lingered a brief mo-
"My father. Annie?" she inquired.
"He ain’t—hnan't stirred since you
went out, Miss Sylvia. He's aleepln’
peaceful as a lamb."
"Everything Is all right, then?"
"Now that you're homo, It Is, praises
bo!” The servant secured the Innor
door and turned up the gas. "Not If I
was to bo given notice to-morrow
mornln'," she announced, firmly, "will
I ever consent to be a party to such
goln's-on another night."
"There will he no occasion. Annie.'
said (he girl. "Thank you, and—good
A resigned sigh—"Good night, Miss
Sylvia"—followed her up the stairs.
She went very cautiously, careful to
brush against no nrtlolo of movable
furniture In the halls, nl pains to make
no noise on the stairs. At the door of
her father's room on the second floor
gfcg stopped and llstcMd for t full mo-
ment; but ho was Bleeping as quietly,
as soundly, as the servant had de
clared. Then on, more hurriedly, up
another flight, to her own room, where
she turned on the electric bulb In
panic haste. For It had Just occurred
to her that the telephone bell might
ring before she could change her cloth-
ing and get downstairs and shut her-
Belt into the library, whose closed door
would prevent the bell from being
audible through the house.
In less than ten minutes she was
stealing silently down to tho drawing
room Moor again, quiet ns a spirit of
the night. The library door shut with
out a Bound; for (he first time she
breathed freely. ' Then, pressing the
button on the Wall, she switched on
the light In the drop-lamp on the cen-
ter table. The telephone stood be-
She drew up n chair and sat down
near tho instrument, ready to lift the
receiver off Its hook the Instant the
bell began to sound; nnd walled, the
soft light burning In the loosened
tresses of her hair, enhancing the soft
color that pulsed In her cheeks, fading
before the joy that lived In her eyes
when she hoped.
For she dared hope—at times; nnd
nt times could not hut fear. So greatly
had she dared, who greatly loved, bo
heavy upon her untarnished henrt was
the burden of the sin that she had put
upon It, because she loved. Perhaps
he would not cull; perhaps the world
was to turn cold and be forever gray
to her eyes. He was even then decid-
ing; at that very moment her happi-
ness hung In the scales of his mercy.
If he could forgive.
There was a click. And her face
flamed scarlet, as hastily she lifted the
receiver to her ear. Tho armature
huzxcd sharply. Then central's voice
cut the stillness.
"Walt n minute."
She waited, breathless, In a quiver
The silence sang upon the wire, the
silence of the night through which he
wns groping toward her.
"Hello! Is this nlne-o—”
"Is this the residence of Alexander
"Yes." The syllable almost choked
"Is this Miss Graeme at the'phono?"
"Miss Sylvia Graeme?"
"This Is Daniel Maitland—Sylvia!"
"As If I did not know your voice!
she cried. Involuntarily.
There followed u little pause: and In
her throat the pulses tightened and
"1 have opened tho bag. Sylvia—’
"Please go on."
"And I've sounded the depths of
your hldoous Infamy!"
"Oh!" He was laughing.
"I've done more. I've mode a burnt
offering within tho last five minutes
Can yog guess what It la?”
"1—1—don't Want to sueaa! I want
to be told.”
•A burnt offering on thk altar of
foot hapfflueea, dear. Tha HP* Iff
the case of the Dougherty Investment
Company no longer exist.”
"Sylvia—Does It please you?”
"Don’t you know? How can It do
anything but please me? If you knew
how I have suffered because my fa-
ther suffered, fearing the—No, but
you must listen! Dan, It was wearing
him down to his grave, and 1
"You thought that If you could get
the papers and give them to him—”
"Yes. I could see no harm, because
he was as Innocent ns you—”
Of course. Hut why didn't you ask
"He did, and you refused."
"Hut how could I tell, Sylvia, that
you were his daughter, and that I
"Hush! Central will hear!”
"Central's got other things to do,
besides listening to early morning con-
fabulations. I love you."
"I love—to hear you say so, dear."
“Please say that last word over
again. I didn't get It.”
"And that means that you’ll mar-
"I say, that means—”
“I heard you, Dan.”
"But It does, doesn't It?”
"Whenever you please.”
"I’ll come up now."
“Don't be a silly.”
"Well, when then? To-day?”
"To-morrow—I mean next week—1
mean next month.”
"No; to-day at four. I’ll call for
"But you mustn't! How can I—”
"Easily enough. There’s the Little*
"But I’ve nothing to wear!"
"Dnn. You don't wish It—truly?”
"I do wish It, truly. To-day, at four.
The Church of the Transfiguration.
Yes, I’ll scare up a best man If you’ll
find bridesmaids. Now you will, won’t
"1—If you wish It, dear.”
"I'll have to ask you to repeat that.”
“I shan't. There!"
"Very well," meekly. "But will you
tell me one thing, please?”
“What Is It?"
"Where on earth did you got hold
of tliut kit of tools?”
She laughed softly. "My big brother
caught a burglar once, and kept the
kit for a remembrance. I borrowed
Give me your big brother's address
and I'll send ’em hack with my thanks
—No, by George! I won’t, either. I’ve
as much right to keep ’em as ho has
on that principle.”
And again she laughed, very gently
and happily. Dear God. that such hap-
piness could come to one!
"Do you love me?"
"I think you may believe It, when
I sit here nt four o’clock In the morn-
ing, listening to a silly boy talk non-
sense over a telephone wire."
"But I want to hear you say so!"
"I tell you central has other thing!
At this Juncture the voice of central,
jaded and acidulatod, broke In curtly:
"Are you through?"
DELICACY OUT OF SEASON
Farmer Absolutely Unable to Under-
etand the Possibility of
Ice in July.
We are so accustomed to having
things "out of season," and especially
to the cutting and storing of ice for
use In the summer, that it Is hard to
put ourselves in the place of the sim-
ple old farmer told of by a writer In
the Toledo Blade.
In the summer of 1900 a party of
surveyors was working through the
state of Arkansas, surveying and lo-
cating the Midland Valley road. One
day the surveying corps stopped at a
farmhouse and shouted for the farmer.
The Arkansan came out, and the
surveyors asked him if they could get
"Certainly, boys," he said. "111 give
you the best I've got, and the best 1 \ e
got is buttermilk."
"That will be fine,” the surveyors
..aid, and the old farmer gave each of
the gang a glass of buttermilk.
'It's mighty good,” said one of the
surveyors to McLoud.
"Yes. Indeed," McLoud replied, "but
It would be better if we had some ice
to put in It.”
Turning to the farmer, McLoud
said, "Have you any ice?"
“Ice!” shouted the farmer, tugging
at his whiskers. "Ice! Who over
heard of ice In July?”—Youth's Com-
Mrs. Henpeck—Did you ever hear ot
anything worse than a man who
who smokes in the house?
Mr. Henpeck—Yes. A smoking lamp.
Ask me another! __
Rough on Rats, unbeatable exterminator
Rough on Hen Lice, Nest Powder, 25c.
Rough on Bedbugs, Powder or Liq'd,25c.
Rough on Fleas, Powder or Liquid, 24c.
Rough on Roaches, Pow’d, 15c.,Llq’d,25c.
Rough on Moth and Ants, Powder, 25c.
Rough on Skeeters,agreenbletouse,25c.
E. S. Wells, Chemist, Jersey City, N. J.
Secret of Happiness.
I have lived to know that the great
secret o! human happiness Is this:
Never suffer your energies to stag-
nate. The old adage of "too many
irons in the fire" conveys an untruth
—you cannot have too many—poker,
tongs and all—keep them going.—
TOTAL LOSS OF HAIR.
8eemed Imminent—Scalp Waa Very
Scaly and Hair Came Out by Hand-
fuls—Scalp Now Clear and
Ntw Hair Grown by Cutlcura.
"About two years ago I was troubled
With my head being scaly. Shortly
after that 1 had an attack of typhoid
fever and I was out of the hospital
possibly two months when I first no-
ticed the loss of hair, my scalp being
still scaly. 1 started to use dandruff
cures to no effect whatever. I had
actually lost hope of saving any hair
at all. I could brush it off my coat
by the handful. I was afraid to comb
it. But after UBlng two cakes of Cutl-
cura Soap and nearly a box of Cutl-
cura Ointment, the change was sur-
prising. My scalp la now clear and
healthy as could be and my hair thick-
er than ever, whereas I had my mind
made up to be bald. W. F. Steese, 5812
Broad St., Pittsburg, Penn., May 7 and
Potter Drug a Chem. Corp., Sol* Prop*., Boston.
Death from Sting of Poisonous Flies.
Three persons died recently at
Marseilles after having been stung by
poisonous flies. Several streets are
Infested by the InsectB, which are
said to have been brought to Mar-
seilles In a cargo of South American
wool.—Echo de Paris.
Mother—Tommy, why don’t you
play with Frank any more? I thought
you wore such good chums.
Tommy—We was, but he's a molly-
coddle! He paid to get Inter ther
A Rare Good Thing.
"Am using Alien’s Foot-Ease, and can
truly say I would not have been without
It bo long, had I known the relief It would
give my aching feet. I think It a rare good
thing for anyone having sore or tired feet.
—Mrs. Matilda lloltwert, Providence, R.
I.’’ Bold by all Druggists, 25c. Aak to-day.
Wholesale and Retail.
"What business did you say Miss
Gnddio was In?"
“Oh, she's In everybody’s business.
"Yes, except when It comes to a bit
of scandal. She retails that."
China for your table in the Family Size
ROLL IT UNDER
^The flavor lasts! Youcaitt
dteW ii out-ihe delicious
juice of real crushed mint
leases. Fine for ieeiht
fine for digestion!
Don't think Wrigley’s Spearmint Is
only good for indigestion. It gives you
an appetite besides.
A young widow can make a man be-
lieve he la making love to her, when
In reality she Ib making love to him.
Butter Boxes Made of Straw.
In future the boxes containing but-
ter shipped from Queensland to Great
Britain are to be made of straw, and
a X 50,000 company has been formed
to work the business. Butter boxes
hitherto have been made of pine, but
the drain upon this timber, owing to
the heavy exports, have been so se-
vere that the wood Is rapidly going
up In price. In one month (March.
1908) over 50,000 boxea ot butter from
Queensland arrived In England—
1,260 tone, worth £140,000. In the
new box a mixture of kaolin and straw
Ib used. It can be produced and sold
for Is. At preeent 3,000,000 boxes are
used In Australia annually, costing
£200,000. The new box will ears
(he dairy Industry about £40,000 g
year, as the material for manufactur-
ing tho box can be grown In the pad-
dock which supporte a cow. It
weighs about 10V4 pounds, being damp
proof and odorlesa.
Dribbles—Why do you call Squibb*
a veteran humorist? He can't be more
than 26 years old.
Scribbles—Well, his Jokes ore It
the veteran clots, Just tha eem
Chicago Dally Newa.
Little Willie—Say, pa, »hat I
Pa—It's a name that le sometimes
applied to a bore, mr aoff.
The girl who Is quick to find fault
is very apt to get left at the poBt In
the matrimonial race.
Unjr granules, oasy to lake a> candy.
The silent man Is more to be feared
than the garrulous chap.
Many who used to smoke 10c cigars arc now
smoking Lewis’ Single Binder straight 3c.
Some people assume that hearing Is
Just as good as seeing.
Any dealer offer-
ing substitutes when Ala-
bastine is called for, either
is not posted or is trying
to deceive you for his
own personal gain.
In this event,
Red Cross and
you ore boas;
forget it and
you are loat
_ BIIVBD THI ONLY
(HIGH 1ST AWARDS)
At the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition
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