The Waynoka Tribune. (Waynoka, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, July 28, 1911 Page: 6 of 8
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BY EMERSON HOUGH
AVTH0K. Or THE MIJM'lftfIPPI BUBBLE
ILUMYPATION? br MAGNUT O.ICETTNER-
COPVRIOHT 1909 BO»BJ-MR»BILL COMPANY
Flowers and Feathers
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SYNOPSIS.
fW-nnior John Calhoun la offirM III*
p..r 1 folio of a«-< rrtary of state In Tyh r a
rahlnot. He ili i Inn h Hint If he in 1 eptl
It milann Hint Texas Mini Oregon lllllMt bo
ml,In,I to Hu- Union. Ho pluns to learn
the Intentions of England with regard to
Max Ion, through Iln rn no mm Von Itllx, mo-
cret xpy amt reputed inlutrenH of th«
Knifllxh umhaMMMilor. Uukenham. He
poiiiIh hie »ecretury. Nicholas Trtst, to
bring the bnronomi to Ills apartment.
While eonrohliiK for the liiiriinoss’ homo,
a carriage drives up and ho Im Invlteil to
enter The occupant Im the baroness, wlio
says slu* Is being pursue,I. The pursuers
are shaken off. The huronem consents to
see Calhoun. Nicholas notes that she
has lost a slipper. She gives Nicholas the
remaining slipper us a pledge that she
will tell Calhoun all, ntul, tia security,
Nicholas Rives her a trinket he Intended
for his sweetheart, Elizabeth Churchill.
Nicholas Is ordered to leave at once for
Montreal on stale business, by Calhoun,
who hiu. become secretary of state, and
plans to he married Unit nlRht. Tyler
warns Pakenham that Interference by
England In the ufTairM of this continent
will not tie tolerated. The west de-
mands that the Joint occupancy of Ore-
gon with Oreat Britain , en.se, and has
raised the ery of ■•li'lfly four. Forty or
Fight." The baroness lells Nicholas she
will do her best to prevent his marriage.
She returns the trinket and he promises
to return her slipper. Nicholas enlists
the services of Congressman Itandrldge,
• rejected suitor of Elizabeth's, to assist
In the arraiiRciiients for the wedding anil
entrusts hint with the return of the slip
per to the baroness. The congressman
gets drunk and sends the slipper to Eliza-
beth. The wedding Is declared off. and
Nicholas Is ordered from the house by
Elizabeth's father. Nicholas Is ordered
to gain access to a meeting of the Hud-
son Hay directors in Montreal and learn
England's Intentions regarding Oregon.
Nicholas secs the baroness leave the di-
rectors' meeting In Montreal, where he
tad failed to gain admission.
CHAPTER XIV.—Continued.
"Now you begin to question—now
you show at last curiosity! Well,
then, I shall answer. For more thnn
one year, perhaps more than two, per-
haps more than three!"
‘'Impossible!” I shook my head. “A
woman like you could not be con-
cealed—not If she owned a hundred
hidden places such ns this.”
“Oh, I was known," she said. "You
have heard of me, you know of me?"
I still shook my head. “No," said I,
“I have been far In the west for sev-
eral years, and have come to Wash-
ington but rarely. Bear me out, I had
not been there my third day before
I found you!”
1 We sat silent for some moments,
fixedly regarding each other.
“It was rumored In diplomatic
circles, of course, that you were in
touch with the ministry of England,"
I ventured. "I myself saw that
much.”
“Naturally. Of Mexico also! At
least, as you saw in our little carriage
race, Mexico was desirous enough to
establish some sort of communication
with my humble self!”
“Calhoun was right!" I exclaimed.
“He was entirely right, madam, In In-
sisting that I should bring you to him
that morning, whether or not you
wished to go.”
She chuckled at the memory.
"How did he receive you, madam?”
1 asked. “I never knew."
1 "Why, took my hand in both his.
and bowed as though I indeed were
queen, he a king.”
"Then you got on well?”
"Truly; for he was wiser than his
agent, monsieur. He found answers
by asking questions."
"For instance, he asked—”
“What had been my ball gown that
night—who was there—how 1 enjoyed
myself! In a moment we were talk-
ing as though we had been friends
for years. The grand vizier brought
In two mugs of cider. In each a toast-
ed apple. Monsieur, I have not seen
diplomacy such as this. Naturally, I
was helpless."
“You told him somewhat of your-
■elf?"
"He did not allow me to do that,
monsieur."
“But he told you somewhat of this
country?"
"Ah. yes, yes! So then I saw what
held him up In his work, what kept
him aliv*. I saw something I have
not often seen—a purpose, a principle.
In a public man. His love for his
own land touched even me. how or
why I scarcely know. Yes, we spoke
of the poor, the oppressed, of the
weary and the heavy laden.”
"Did ho ask you what you know of
Mexico and England?"
"Rather what I knew of the poor in
Europe. I told him some things I
knew of that hopeless land—my
own land. Then he went on to tell
me of America and Its hope of a free
democracy of the people. Believe me,
I listened to Mr. Calhoun. Never
mtnd what we said of Mr. Van Zandt
■mi sir Richard Pakenham. At least,
as you know, I paid off a little score
with sir Richard that next morning.
What was strangest to me was the
fact that I forgot Mr. Calhoun’s at-
tire, forgot the strangeness of my er-
rand thither. It was as though only
our minds talked, one with the other.
I was sorry when at last came
Grand Vizier James to take Mr. Cal-
houn's order for his own carriage,
that brought me home—my second
and more peaceful arrival there that
night."
“Then I did not fall as messenger,
after all! You told Mr. Calhoun what
be desired to know?”
"In part at least. But come now,
was I »»* bound in some sort oi honor
to my great ami good friend, Sir Rich-
ard? Was It not treachery enough to
rebuke him for his attentions to
Dona Laicregla?"
"Hut you promised to tell Mr. Cal-
houn more at a later time?”
"On certain comill Ions I did," she
assented.
"1 do not know thut I may ask
those?"
"You would be surprised If I told
you the truth? What I required of
Mr. Calhoun wuh permission and aid
still further lo study his extraordinary
country. Its extraordinary ways, its
extraordinary ignorance of Itself. I
have told you that I needed to travel,
to study, to observe mankind—and
those governments Invented or toler-
ated by mankind."
“Since then, nindntq,” I concluded,
stepping to assist her with her chair,
as she signified her completion of our
repast, "since you do not feel now
Inclined to bo specific, I feel that I
ought to make iny adieux, for the
time at least. It grows late. I shall
remember this little evening all my
life. 1 own my defeat. I do not know
why you are here, or for whom.”
“At what hotel do you stop?"
“The little place of Jacques Bertll-
lon, a square or so beyond the Place
d'Armes."
"In that case,” snld she, "believe
me, It would be more discreet for you
to remain unseen In Montreal. No
matter which Hag Is mine, I may say
that much for a friend and comrade
In the service.”
"But what else?”
She looked about her. "Be my
guest 'to-night!” she said suddenly.
“There Is danger—"
“For me?" 1 laughed. “At my hotel?
On the streets?"
“No, for me.”
“Where?”
“Hero.”
"And of what, madam?”
“Of a man; for the first time I am
afraid. In spite of all.”
I looked nt her straight. ‘‘Are you
not afraid of mo?” I asked.
She looked at me fairly, her color
coming. "With the fear which draws
a woman to a man,” she said.
“Whereas, mine is the fear which
causes a man to flee from himself!"
"But you will remain for my pro-
tection? I should feel safer. Besides,
In that case I should know the an-
swer."
“How do you mean?”
"I should know whether or not you
were married!"
CHAPTER XV.
With Madam the Baroness.
It Is not for good women that men
have fought battles, given their lives and
staked their souls.—Mrs. W. K. Clifford.
"But, madam—” I began.
She answered me In her own way.
Monsieur hesitates—he is lost!” she
said. "But see, I am weary. I have
been much engaged to-day. I have
made it my plan never to fatigue my-
self. It is my hour now for my bath,
my exercise, my bed, if you please. 1
fear I must bid you good night, one
way or the other. You will be wel-
come here none the less, if you care
to remain. I trust you did not find
our little repast to-night unpleaslng?
Believe me, our breakfast shall be as
good. Threlka Is expert in omelets,
and our coffee is such as perhaps you
may not find general in these prov-
inces."
Was there the slightest mocking
sneer in her words? Did r.he despise
me ns a faint-heart? I could not tell,
but did not like the thought.
"Believe me, madam," I answered
hotly, "you have courage, at least.
Ig»t me match It. Nor do I deny that
this usks courage on my part too. If
you please, In these circumstances, 1
shall reinnln.”
"You are armed?" she asked simply.
I Inserted a fingor In each waist-
cont pocket and Hhowcd her the butts
of two derringers; und at the back of
my neck—to her smiling amusement
at our heathen fushlon—I displayed
Just the tip of the haft of a short
bowlo knife, which went Into a leather
cubc under the collar of my coat. And
again 1 drew around the belt which
I wore so that she could see the bar-
rel of a good pistol, which had been
suspended under cover of the bell
skirt of my coat.
She lnughcd. I saw that she was
not unused to weapons. I should have
guessed her the daughter of a sol-
dier or acquainted with arms In some
way. “Of course," she said, “there
might be need of these, although I
think not. And in any case, If trou-
ble can be deferred until to-morrow,
why concern oneself over it? You
Interest me. I begin yet more to ap-
prove of you.”
"Then, as to that breakfast a la
fourchette with madam; If I remain,
will you agree to tell me what Is your
business here?”
She laughed at me gaily. “I
might,” she said, "provided that mean-
time I had learned whether or not
you were married that night.”
I do not profess that I read all that
was In her face as she stepped back
toward the satin curtains and swept
me the most graceful courtesy I had
ever seen In all my life. I felt like
reaching out a hand to restrain her.
Then I recalled my mission; and I
remembered what Mr. Calhoun and
Dr. Ward had said. I was not a man;
I was a government agent. She was
not a woman; she was my opponent.
Yet, but then—
Slowly I turned to the opposite side
of this long central room. There were
curtains here also. I drew them, but
as I did so I glanced back. Again, as
on that earlier night, I saw her face
framed in the amber folds—a face
laughing, mocking. With an exclama-
tion of discontent, I threw down my
heavy pistol on the floor, cast my
coat, across the foot of the bed to pre-
vent the delicate covering from be-
ing soiled by my boots, and so rested
without further disrobing.
In the opposite apartment I could
hear her moving about, humming to
herself some air as unconcernedly as
though no such being as myself exist-
ed In the world. I heard her present-
ly accost her servant, who entered
through some passage not visible from
the central apartments. Then with-
out concealment there seemed to go
forward the ordinary routine of
madam’s toilet for the evening.
At last she called out to me: "Mon-
sieur!”
I was at my own curtains at once,
but hers remained tight folded, al-
though I heard her voice close behind
them. "Eh blen?" I answered.
"It Is nothing, except I would say
that if monsieur feels especially grave
nnd reverent, he will find a very com-
fortable prle-dleu at the foot of the
bed."
"I thank you,” I replied, gravely aa
I could.
“And there Is a very excellent
rosury and crucifix on the table just
beyond!"
“I thank you,” I replied, steadily aa
I could.
"And there Is an English Book of
Common Prayer upon the Htand not
fur from the head of the bed, upon
this side!”
“A thousand thanks, my. very good
friend.”
I heard a smothered laugh beyond
the amber curtains. Presently she
spoke again, yawning, as I fancied,
rather contentedly.
"A la bonne heure, monsieur!”
“A la bonne heure, madam!”
A
mix
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CHAPTER XVI.
^ _ M'l
Dejeuner a la Fourchette.
Woman Is a creature between man and
the angels.—Honore tie Balzac.
A government agent, it seems, may
also in part be little more than a man,
after all. In these singular surround-
ings I found myself not wholly tran- |
quil. ... At last toward morning,
I must have slept. It was some time
after daybreak when I felt a hand
upon my shoulder as I lay still partly !
clad. Awakened suddenly, I arose ,
and almost overthrew old Threlka, !
who stood regarding me with no ex-
pression whatever upon her brown ;
and wrinkled countenance. She did no
more than point the way to a door,
where presently I found a bath-room,
and so refreshed myself and made the |
best toilet possible under the circum-
stances.
My hostess I found awaiting me Id
the central room of the apartments, j
She was clad now in a girdled peig- j
noir of rich rose-color, the sleeves,
wide and full, falling back from her
round arms. Her dark hair was colled
and piled high on her head this morn-
ing, regardless of current mode, and
confined in a heavy twist by a tall
golden comb; so that her white neck
was left uncovered.
The little table in the center of the
room was already spread. Madam
filled my cup from the steaming urn
with not the slightest awkwardness,
as she nodded for me to be seated.
We looked at each other, and, as I
may swear, we both broke into sav-
ing laughter.
"I was saying,” she remarked pres-
ently, ‘‘that I would not have you
think that I do not appreciate the suf-
fering in which you were plunged by
the haste you found necessary in the
wedding of your jeune fllle."
But I was on my guard. “At least, I
may thank you for your sympathy,
madam!” I replied.
"Yet in time,” she went on, gone
reflective the next Instant, “you will
see how very unimportant is all this
turmoil of love and marriage. That
torch of life!” she mused. “See! It
was only that which you were so
eager to pass on to another genera-
tion! That was why you were so mad
to hasten to the side of that woman.
Whereas,” she mused still, “it were j
so much grander and so much nobler j
to pass on the torch of a principle aa
well!” I
"Do not philosophize with me,” I
said. “I am already distracted by the
puzzle you offer to me. You are so
young and beautiful, so fair In your
judgment, so kind—"
“In turn, I ask you not to follow
that,” she remarked coldly. “Let us
talk of what you call, I think, busi-
ness.”
“My dear lady,” I began, “my rela- 1
tlon to the affairs of the American |
republic is a very humble one. I am !
no minister of state, and I know you j
deal with ministers direct. How, -
then, shall I gain your friendship for j
my country? You are dangerous to j
have for an enemy. Are you too high-
priced to have for a friend—for a ■
friend to our union—a friend of the |
principle of democracy? Come now, j
you enjoy large questions. Tell me,
what does this council mean regard-
ing Oregon? Is it true that England
plans now to concentrate all her
traders, all her troops, and force them
west up the Saskatchewan and Into
Oregon this coming season? Com«
now, madam, is It to be war?"
Her curved lips broke Into a smile
that showed again her small white
teeth.
“Were you, then, married?” she
said.
I only went on, impatient. “Any
moment may mean everything to us.
I should not ask these questions If I
did not know that you were close to
Mr. Calhoun."
She looked me square In the eye
and nodded her head slowly. “I may
say this much, monsieur, that It has
pleased me to gain a little further In-
formation/’
“You will give my government that ;
Information?"
“Why should IT*
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
W UST how far the designers can
I go In the fad for making cbtl-
dreii's hats like those for grown-
ups. aud yet unlike, remains to be
proven. The two pretty bonnets
shown here prove that ostrich plumes,
and little roses in abundance, are per-
fectly all right In the hands of the
trimmer who knows just how to
mount them.
The bonnet for the little miss is of
a soft silk braid in blue with a bor-
der of silk on the underbrim. The
brim Is turned back and indented In
a distinctly childish fashion qnd there
is a little frill about its edge. Broad
soft ribbon is threaded through the
crown and extended into ties. June
roses trim this sweet little model and
a bouquet of them Joins the ties. Tbs
tiny flowers captivate the fancy of
the little girl and there is something
Irresistible about miniatures of all
things
A bonnet with two short plumes Is
shown for an older girl. This Is a
lingerie model with little crochet
balls, braid and motifs applied to the
brim and crown. Batiste or swiss em-
broidery Is used for the body of such
hats. The brim facing Is of thin- silk
laid on in plaits.
The two soft short plumes are
mounted against the crown with a
cluster of Bmall pink buds and fol-
iage. This Is a specially good shape
and would be pretty made up in
light millinery braids.
HELP OUT THE WARDROBE NOVEL BUT NOT SO USEFUL
Matching Sets of Separate Guimps
and Undersleeves Will Be Found
Useful Accessories.
Separate gulmpes and undersleeves
made up in matching sets, are great
additions to a limited wardrobe, for
almost all summer gowns and bodices
are made for these. A cheap filet lace
in a rich cream, covered with black or
white chiffon. Is one good choice for
these useful accessories. Have the
neck collarless, and with either black
or white use a bias of black satin for
edges. Another set would be pretty
In tucked white brussels net, and an-
other set would be exquisite If made
of cream batiste embroidered with
white.
Black and white striped calico
makes the smartest and cleanest of
practical petticoats. Get a good model,
shape the skirt closely at the hips and
trim It with a six-inch bias flounce,
put on scantly. It must be laundered
without starch.
Gauze lisle stockings are the best
substitute that can be had for silk
stockings. They are cool, elegant and
cheap—three pairs for a dollar.
Changing the buttons of a ready-
made coat suit sometimes alters its
character entirely. Cricheted buttons
are much In favor, and they are large
and round. There Is nothing easier
than to chochet covers for the wooden
molds, or a cheap Imitation Irish lace
can be bought and put on. The molds
must always be covered first with a
thin silk.
The Nightgown of Swies.
Quite a new and decidedly pretty
Innovation of feminine lingerie is the
nightgown of sheer dotted Swiss and
fine nainsook combined. Both fab-
rics are very appropriate for lingerie
purposes and one wonders no one
ever thought of combining them be-
fore. The dotted Swiss is used for
the upper or yoke part and the sleeves
while the plain cloth is utilized in
the full skirt. This combination is
especially pretty in making an empire
style nightgown and the Swiss and
nainsook are joined at the bust line
by sheer ribbon run beading. The
girl who makes her own undermus-
11ns might vary this a little by using
allover embroidery in place of the
dotted Swiss. And any clever woman
will see numberless pretty possibilities
In combining the two materials.
Pincushion for the Woman Who Does
Not Insist Upon Utility as Im-
portant Feature.
A cushion for the woman .who does
not insist upon utility is made in the
shape of a heart six inches at Its wid-
est part. It is cut from a heavy mus-
lin, filled with wool or bran and cov-
ered with satin in any bright color.
For the top make a much smaller
heart from handkerchief linen or fine
lawn, and work it with a delicate open
design in Madeira embroidery. Use e
fine white mercerized cotton, as the
embroidery should be delicate. Sew
a quarter-inch insertion of German
Valenciennes to edge and join another
strip of the insertion to lace an inch
wide. Sew evenly without filling.
Join the two sections by fagoting
stitch in the same shade as the satin
pincushion. This should be a half
inch deep.
The joining of the two parts must
be done on a heavy paper, which has
a heart the desired size of cover
traced on it.
PRETTY LACE WAIST.
New Breakfast Cup.
A pretty new shape for the girl who
likes to make herself dainty caps Is
oblong in line. It is made from a strip
of allover embroidery or lace—dotted
muslin is pretty and cheaper—cut
wider in the middle than at each end.
It is finished with lace Insertion about
an inch wide and to this Is overcast a
ruffle of lace to match.
The ruffle Is wider in front, tapering
slightly toward ends. The cap, when
finished, falls low on hair back of
ears, and is held there with a fluffy
bow.
Every good deed that we do Is not
niy a present pleasure. but a support
•Were
Then Married!" She Aeked-
To Renovate a Black Chip Hat.
To renovate a black chip hat, brush
the°hat well to remove the dust. Pour
some olive oil Into a saucer, and well
brush hat all over. Place in front of
fire to thoiorghly dry in the oil. This
is all that «ould be done if sent to
a cleaner's. Should the brim be
somewhat out of shape, wring a cot-
ton cloth out of warm water, lay on.
and rress with a hot iron before ap-
plying oil.
This most attractive waist Is ol
white lace bordered with white satin.
The corslet is of the same lace bead-
ed by blue satin ribbon, prettily
knotted at tbe side and ornamented
with a little wreath of pink roses.
The plastron and puffed unden
sleeves are of white tulle.
Black Lace Parasols Revived.
These, if covered with handsome
Spanish lace, are never very moder-
ate in price. Yet for (30 a style now
comes that Is reminiscent of our ear
liest girlhood. The exquisite pattern
of the lace is set off to advantage by
the lining of dead white chiffon cloth.
A full, rippling ruffle of black chiffon
j and lace droops down over the frame.
The handle is of black or black and
white enamel combined with gun-
metal. Tbe same model may be had
in all black. If desired.
•V black silk parasol with many rib*
is finished along its edge with a deep
silk fringe, giving much the same ef-
fect as the fluffy lace ruffle described
above. This, however. Is $10 less is
cost than the other style.—Vogue.
.J *
Two shades of blue, one very murt
lighter, are used on linen tailored
suits.
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