The Supply Republican (Supply, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 1, 1925 Page: 3 of 8
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THE REPUBLICAN. Sl'PPLY. OKLAHOMA
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
CooftMbi bt Nan*
SYNOPSIS.—Ellen and Joe l*1*
Imer. orphan.. without »*»»••
make their home with their AurU
BUI*. .1 Port Waahlnstoa. •■>»»•
New York town. IO'e"J' ' “^a
Ins art. her expenaea bet"“.£ d
by Mr., Bewail Ro.. • »'rl^
friend of her mother Mr. H
lnvn*s Ellen to a ThsnWe*' *
house party and tha %
lighted On the
at itlon to Mrs Koae a Ell*’ (Ve
with a remarkably “ ,d
young woman and a muchf .
man She take, them for father
and daughter. but they ire ir™
duced as Mr and Mr- Jo.a.l^n
Ellen doea not IU In (
.younger members of **>• P
and la miserable. Vilen
her home next morning.
meets Glbha Josaelyn. aon •»
fellow gueat. He ha. d>“»
proved of Ida fathePa "•£!■«»*
and Is not on speaking leri,t
tun the couple Reclining to
stay at Mrs. Rose’.. <MbbB dr'v«
Kllen to the station. T*\** k ,
the train and Glbha undertake,
to drive the girl to Port Wash
ington Their auto la wteckefl^
Ellen la hurt, but It la "«•
thought to be serious, and an.
and Glbha part. He has been at-
tracted by the girl, and she by
him Ellen's Injury '*rov*'B be
severe, and for months she 1. an
Invalid Recovered ah«
Ing part In the town s Memorial
day festivities when Gibbs ■I®***'
lyn. on « yachting trip with »
friend. George Lathrop. »•
her again The feeling of
attraction haa atrengthened since
they parted They Ua»e Poy*
Washington man and wife. >
ly eevet* years later Q|bbB
Ellen Joaselyn. with *b*'r c#
Tommy, come back from
to New York They are welcomed
by Josaelyn. Senior, and ha
beautiful wife. Lillian. th« old
Ill-feeling forgotten OJbba *
Ellen make their home with the
elder Josselyna. at Whe"*’ y
Hills. Just outside 1K^*W.noklng
Gibbs Idles, ostensibly ,ookl"*
for a studio In which to' »BBb™
hla portrait painting W«*n‘ BeBB
that her husband is attracted y
his youthful stepmothers beau-
ty Joe Latimer. Ellen*
brother. Is tentatively ‘‘n*a**d
to marry Harriet. George Lath-
rop's daughter. Gibbs secures *
studio. The rift between the
younger Josselyns widens un
Lillian's part It la more a nlrta-
tlon than anything serious Joe
confides to Ellen that ha has
wronged a at Port Wash-
ington and feels he should marry
her. giving up Harriet Lathrop
She had won hlin with the oldest
and simplest method. Lillian might
have said that there are many tools
for the opening of a man’s heart, hut
flattery Is the handle thnt fits them
all. She had flattered him so steadily
yet so subtly that before many weeks
Gibbs had come unconsciously to hun-
ger for the sweetness of her glances
and her words, had known that no
least charm or gift of his was unap-
preciated. She had told hitn that
there were beauties In his hand. In
the crisp curve of the silver hair from
his forehead, she had said that there
was sometimes a look In his eyes lhat
made a little hoy of him nguln. She
had u hundred names for him; he was
••her firebrand," “her hawk.” he
••frightened" her. he was “cruel” to
her. Sometimes she would thrill him
from head to heels by raising piteous
eyes to his face and half-murmuring,
“Don’t—don't look at me so, today.
Gibbs. I'm sad enough without that
terrible look of yours. It makes me
a naughty child again, Gibbs—I’m
afraid of myself when your eyes say
things like that!"
It was no longer play-acting for
Gibbs, although there wns no real
tragedy In It for him yet, there was
nothing but excitement und suspense,
and thrilled anticipation. He did not
definitely plan nny future for their
love; perhaps he did not even call It
love. He was carried ofT his feet by
the atmosphere of adulation In which
he wns floating, and Lillian's extraor-
dinary physical charm had bound him
tightly In her toils.
With Lillian, too, the, gnme had
progressed beyond Its calmly defined
limits. She was absolutely incapable
of love, as she herself knew. She
had never loved nny human being but
herself In nil her life, although she
had cultivated In herself many of the
soft and endearing appearances of
love. The sex sense, also, wns strong
In her, she had more than her share
of unfailing Instinct In this respect
and perhaps the only times when she
was truly happy were when she knew
herself to be drawing steudlly#toward
her some new admirer.
She loved the preliminaries, the
first full. Innocent look Into a man's
eyes, the first significant phrase that
brought to his consciousness the
startling knowledge: "Why, I am
und you are you!" She knew the pre-
texts hy which he would manage to
first answer, and that he would keep
It. and rend It a hundred times.
To have her handsome son-in-law
her feet waa a delicious experi-
ence for Lillian. Like Glbba himself,
she was always conscious of the ex-
quisite setting afforded by the "Vllllno
dell' Orto.” und of the dramatic ele-
ments of the situation. But of late
there bud been a new possibility In
She had been Intensely surprised
at the experience of Glbba studio teu.
lie had sent out perhaps t hundred
und fifty Invitations, und Lillian,
working over the list of guests with
Kllen und himself on a summer morn
Ing, had been astonished at his self
confidence. She hud not known that
he could claim so many of the city's
distinguished men und women as Ills
friends. Her own social experiences
had been marked with extraordinary
successes, the Josaelyn name hud
been a powerful “Open. Sesame." but
she knew In her own soul that there
had been failures, too, snubs and cold
nesses, there were persons who never
had accepted the second Mrs. Josse-
lyn. and ,wbo never would.
She said to herself that Gibbs’ so-
called friends would not come to hla
tea ; hut they did come, and their at-
titude of affectionate admiration to-
wurd hlin was not lost upon Lillian.
Hitherto her position as the wife of
prominent and rich mun had satis-
fied her. She hud never outlived her
first sense of triumph Ih achieving It.
Only a year or two before she had
assured Lindsay Pepper that she was
not Inclined to chunge It for nny
chnrnis that youth and love could of-
fer. But now she perceived new
heights. Gibbs Josselyn s wife would
have the world at her feet.
Lillian concerned herself with no
details. She left those to others. She
simply dwelt Upon the thought:
Glbba Josselyns wife would have the
world at her feet.
Ellen had another trouble In these
days. This was a trouble real ‘and
vital enough, for It touched Joe. She
had taken the sisterly liberty, on a
wet October Sumlay. to ask him If
he nnd Harriet were atlll good
"Harriet Isn't well. Joe. And her
father snld something. Inst week,
about taking her to England for the
winter. You—you know how I feel
about her? I would be so sorry to
have things go wrong Just because
you hadn’t th-* courage—” her voice
faltered nervously. “It Isn't the
money. Is It, Joe?” she added.
He did not answer. He was stand-
ing by the fireplace looking somberly
down at the blazing logs. Tommy
had been with them, tiis violin was on
the piano, nnd Ellen still sat on the
piano bench, her hands Idle In her
lap, her anxious eyes on her brother.
“So often It's Just the little things
thnt go wrong. Joe," she said. “And
then years later people say, ‘If only
I’d realized that that was my oppor-
tunity—nnd that it wasn’t coming
“It’s not that—" Joe began huskily,
nnd was silent. Ellen waited expect-
antly, his gravity troubled her. Surely
there was nothing seriously wrong?
Perhaps Joe had discovered the secret
that Harriet had kept from him: thnt
her mother's heiress she was far
richer the l her father was. But no.
Joe cared too little for money, either
way, to let so mythical a thing as a
great fortune Influence hlin.
She looked at his troubled face
anxiously, waiting In some perplexity
to hear him speak.
“Ellen,” he said suddenly, nnd some-
what uwkwnrdly. “I’ll tell you shout
I’m—I'm engaged to unother girl 1"
“You what?" his sister asked,
•I'm trying to tell you that there’s
nnother girl—a girl—who—well, she
has a right I”
He flushed like a girl himself as
he spoke, nnd avoided her eyes.
Scarlet leaped to Ellen's cheeks, und
she felt her mouth turn dry.
“Joel What are you saying 1 Joe—
you can’t mean—”
•Yes—yes—yes I” he answered, with
a sort of feverish shnme. “I do mean
thnt! I’m ashamed to look at you,
Ellen—hut it’s true.
Ills boyish, rough head went sud-
denly down on his arm which tvas
resting on the mantel. Ellen stood
looking at him. horror nnd Incredulity
In her eyes. For n few minutes there
was utter silence In the music room.
Then In a sorrowful whisper Ellen
said, ns If to herself:
•'Joe! My little brother 1"
Standing at the low mantel. Joe
did not move, and again there was si-
lence. Again Ellen broke It
•‘I always thought it was Harriet,”
she said sudly. "und I think Hurriet
“It nlways was Harriet,” Joe said
violently. “This—this other thing
never had anything to do with that I
I've always loved Harriet, always
w ill I There Isn't an hour of the day
that I'm not thinking of her. thinking
w’hat It would ‘mean to have her for
my wlfel Her fathers always been
SjS'iSSS'rsJTaBl.'a— » - « -»
uiy own futher morel He's Ywmting
,,n it. I know that. lie talks to me
uhout what he wants done with the
place—about her and her mother—
I'm not blind! *1 know what It meuns
und then I think of the other—my
God. I haven't been able to sleep
••Who Is she?" Ellen asked sharply,
after a pause.
“She's Juat a—Just a girl In the vll
Inge,” tie answered, rousing himself
from dark musing. “You never met her
—they've only lived there two years.
It win before 1 ever thought of marry
ing any one, Harriet was In college,
you were In France—It Isn't very easy
to explain It to you! 1 knew It wasn't
real love, all the time—and yet 1
couldn't end It all. somehow— I"
“Was It real—with her?" Ellen
asked, as he hesltuted. Joe flushed
“1 guess sol" he unswered. embar-
••She—she wnxn't that sort of a
girl?" Ellen asked.
"Oh, my God, no! She hadn't ever
had another man friend—she wasn't
ever allowed to go to the village
dances, even! She—she wan a good
little girl." Joe sunk his heHd uu his
••You didn't promise marriage. Joe?"
Ellen, who was thinking hurd, asked
“What do you think I nm!“ he an-
swered. Impatiently. “Of course l
asked her to marry me I"
Ellen flushed with shame. She had
no previous knowledge by which to
gauge this uffalr; she had no iden of
the rules. Vague memories of situs
tlons in novels drifted through her
mind; they all seemed hideous; remote
they seemed to huve nothing to do
with her good, honest, splendid little
“And she wouldn’t?" he usked. un-
"She—she didn't want to talk about
it ut all. We never tulked about It. I
suppose that sounds odd, hut It’s true.
She said that she would never drag me
down—or something like that I Th
the thing was that when she learned
that—when I told her that It was Har-
riet—then thut wus the end. for her. I
don’t think she ever wunted to see me
again She—she acted a little crazy I
Oh, poor child!" Ellen said, wincing
ut the thought. “She didn't kuow
"Well, yes, she did—all along. In n
way. But she seemed to think that we
—belonged to euch other—In a way
Ellen had dropped Into a chair, her
eyes were somber.
“Joe—she will spoil your life I"
"Hus,” he untended simply.
“For this little village girl." Ellen
summarized bitterly, In a whisper, “you
may lose the woman you really love—
your whole future I Joe—Joe—Joe!
How could you?"
The man jwas miserably silent.
After a moment Ellen spoke again:
"Who knows about it, Joe?"
"Her mother knows. Nobody else!
The mother Is a decent sort, the only-
decent one In the family. She hasn’t
been unkind to her. Poor girl, nobody
could make her feel nny worse I”
“Oh. dear—!" Ellen's tone wns ut-
terly discouraged und despairing.
"She says that she cun never
marry now." Joe pursued, gloomily,
"says she could never look a daugh-
ter of her own In the face nne tell
tier I My God. I don’t know wi.at to
(i0 about It I I’ve w alked the floor
thinking of it, many und many a
Ellen looked up with sudden hope.
“But how do you know that stie wus
go^d. Joe? Mightn't she be Just
telling you so—" Her voice lost con-
fidence ut his look. “No?" she said,
“She’s not that kind I”
"Well," Ellen said, feebly, “If she
doesn’t want you to marry her; If
you’ve offered, nnd she lias refused—
1 don’t see that you can do un>thing
more about It! It Isn't even us if
you had met Harriet afterward—you
nlways knew, und always loved,
Harriet, nnd you—you owe something
“1 owed something to Harriet," Joe
"You mean—that you enn’t ask
Harriet, now?” Ellen said, with quick
concern und disappointment.
“Well, cun I?"
"No, I suppose not I" she conceded,
unwillingly. "She would have to
know!" For a moment she pondered,
with n thoughtful face, then suddenly
she brightened. “Joe!" she said, “why
don't you go and tell George the whole
story? He's so broadminded—and lie
loves you both—loves us all I If lie
wunted to lake Harriet abroad again,
to have some time elapse, at lensi he'd
understand why you couldn't ask her
T—1 thought of that I" Joe said,
somewhat sharing her confidence.
Perhaps he’d think It best never to
tell Harriet at all." Ellen mused half
aloud. “There must be thousands of
iflen who never tell their wives some-
thing lll.o thnt.”
"Wouldn’t you mind that?" Joe
asked, giving her a shrewd glance.
"I? Oh. I don't know. But. Joe,"
his sister protested quickly. “It's all
wrong, anyway. Whatever we di-Mde.
someone's going to be unhappy I And
she fell to thinking, her mind still
shocked and confused, her breath
coming fast. She felt the utter ten-
sity of the situation; It might mean
Joe's misery or happiness for life.
“Joe. dear, I in sorry!" she said sud-
denly, coming to Ills side to lay her
arm about Ida shoulder. "I think I’m
sorrier than I ever was before In my
life. I wish It might never have been,
Joel I’m sorry for this other glri. too;
hut there's no way of saving her any-
way. It's the one thing women can t
do, and no matter how hard you try
to patch It up. women have got to pay
I lie full price. If she grew urf In the
village, she must have known whnl she
was throwing away. Dearest bey. I
hope I ni advising you rightly. But
1 think you must do what's best for
TAKE TIP ON ROADS
The recent visit of a distinguished
group of Pan American road engineers
to the United States has resulted lu
stimulating greatly the laying out and
building of good roads all over *he
_____ ^ ____ _ western hemisphere, uecordlng to
Harriet, now. She loves you, and you formation received l>y Itoy D. < hapln,
and George must decide how much she chairman of the good roads committee
shull know. I think lie'll forgive you. | „f u,e National Automobile Chamber
Men—men feel differently from women
“Just telling you has mnde me feel
•The work will not he completed In
__________________ ,i day," said Chapin, “hut the seed has
happier than I have for weeks, E'len!'' p,., n sown and the example and the
he said with a long boyish breath of Inspiration are there. Lively good
relief She kissed him. in her grave. campaigns are under way In a
motherly fashion, on the forehead. number of countries. The whole unh-
and sighed deeply, with her arms still je,.t will come to h more definite head
locked about Ids neck. at the first Pan-American highway
“Will you look at the lovers?'' LH- conference at Buenos Aires next May.
linn's good-humored voice said, from There are particularly optimistic re-
ihe doorway. She and Glbha were ports from Argentina, Brazil, i uha,
standing there, Glbha with Impatient Guatemala, Mexico, and Nicaragua,
and disapproving eyes. But Ellen wns An encouraging fact Is that the lead-
too full of the thought of Joe's tragedy ,.rs un, laying out lu each case a un-
to notice him. ^ i tional system of roads, so that devel-
T've been henring Joe's confession I i opment can proceed logically and ef-
slie said, nervously smiling. fecllvely.
And 1 feel us lighthearted «* ••The Argentine ambassador to the
W'hat's her-name walking home he- |'n|ied States. Dr llonorlo Pueyrre-
neath the murmuring pines and the . who accompanied the Pan Ainerl-
hemmeks!” Joe said. can mission on Its American tour,
Ellen knew thut his tone was hap- «„„n will he In South America, lie
pier than Ids mood. Yet confession |H oni, „f the enthusiastic sponsors of
had relieved 1dm of the burden. She „n adequate system of good muds
tiore It now; It w-as n weight against
her heart for many days.
The first heavy rainstorm of the sea-
son came early In November, upon a
certain Wednesday afternoon. Indlnn
summer was all over now, autumn was
gone with Its blaze of leaves. Brunches
about the "V"Uno delP Orto" were
hare, nnd the earth under them was
packed with the sodden masses that
had been a glory of red und edd a
few weeks before. In the still, thin
air, smoke from wood and leaf fires
rose like Incense over Wheatley llllls,
the mornings were darker, and now
for several day* the air had been cold,
and the sky hung low nnd dark.
Wakening on this particular morning.
Ellen, whose constant vigils were be-
ginning to tell upon her health, said to
herself wearily that It would be
Thanksgiving In two weeks, and won-
dered where the day would find her.
Aunt Elsie had suggested that she und
Tommy come to Port W ashington for
the noonday dinner, going hack to
Wheatley Hills for the more formal
event of the evening. Gibbs, when
she mentioned It this morning, ap-
proved the iden, saying that he wanted
her to do what pleased her best nnd
he knew that she would really prefer
the home day to the long, five-hour
strain of “Parsifal." to which he nnd
his father and Lillian meant to go. at
the Metropolitan. Ellen's faee dark
“Hut if you prefer the opera, why.
come with us!" Gibbs hastened to
His wife did not answer. She did
not believe Ills father, who was not
very well, would go to the opera, lie
bad expressed n positive dislike for
German opera. But Gibbs would buy
a third seat, an.) on Thanksgiving
morning there would be the usual
hideous pretense of his and Lillians
regret, their offer to give the whole
thing up, their departure together In
But there was nothing to say. She
wns dressed now, anu Tommy had
come leaping into the room, spilling
h box of tacks ns he came, and shout-
ing gaily thut Lizzie said It—felt—like
“If you're going to that dinner to-
night. Gibbs, do you wunt me to pack
“Oh. no. thnnkRl I've everything at
the studio. I think I'll come hack
late. I'll go In the roadster. I hate to
keep Torrens In town loafing about
waiting for me, even If dad unJ Lil-
lian don't wapt the big car!”
built under a national plan. He Is to
make good roads one of the Important
commercial questions which be will
llsciixs with Argentine ofilciuls when
be arrives home.
In Mexico a highway association
Is being formed. In Cuba a bill Is to
be Introduced shortly Into congress
for the Immediate construction of a
Cuba central highway. The Cubans
are thoroughly awake to the possibili-
ties of good roads.
“A factor of Importance Is that rull-
rond construction Is almost prohibi-
tive In cost In such countries ns Co-
lombia. Ecuador, nnd Peru. The gov-
ernments of those countries are es-
pecially Interested In highways which
will In part at least take over the
usual tnsks of the railways.
"In other countries the fiore normal
condition of the motor roads as a
valuable nnd essential adjunct of rail-
roads, for the proper development of
the national resources, la to be ex-
Here we have the well-known
and justly famous triangle.
Where does Lillian’s husband
(TO BE CONTINUED !
More Dairy Products Used
Whether becuuse of lack of Intoxi-
cating liquors or not. the consumption
of milk and creum in the United States
Is rapidly Increasing, according to the
Department of Agriculture. The de-
partment's survey shows also that farm
people who own cows consume more
milk und cream than city people, while
farm folk who do not own cows con-
sume less. The average per capita
consumption In 1023 was 53 gallons,
compared to 60 In 1022 and 40 In 10'Jl.
Average dully consumption In 1023 wm
1.16 pints a person.
Car Owner Wants Smooth
Pavement for Pleasure
"The pavement’s the thing," opines
the modern llnmlet ns he steps on the
accelerator of Ills car, looks over th3
green fields nnd woods on either side
and decides thut things are not so de-.
plorable in Denmark after all.
Yes, the pavement’s the thing. Any
old eow path will not suffice for .a
road In these days when an automo-
bile ride Is the shortest distance be-
tween two points. People like to say
It with balloon tires nowadays. They
want roads that will get them some-
where else—in a hurry—without bump-
ing their heads through the top of
the gasoline phaeton.
That means thnt they must have
paved roads and wider roads too.
There must be wide pavements so that
curs can pass safely and eusily. Ihe
motorist on the roads today finds that
two cars roll where only one rolled be-
fore. Such a condition meuns that
automobiles can't puss each other If
road builders stick to narrow high-
And road builders know this too.
They're building 'em wider. And the
old ones, that were too narrow, even
If they were mighty good pavements
and served royally when they were
built, are being widened by building
strips of concrete pavement ut the side
of the old pavement.
The pavement’s the thing, und the
motorists are going to have It they re
going to huve It wider, too. (
Good Road Notes
More than half of New Zealand's
44,(SHI miles of li'ghways ure hard sur-
• • *
Congress has appropriated $7,500,*
000 for Improvement of rouds In the
national park areas.
• » •
The Canadian experts said thnt our
roads are not wide enough, but the
driver who Is content to keep within
the speed limit should be able to stay
• • •
Let us travel over nil the countries
of the earth und whenever we shall
find no facility of traveling from a
city to a town, or from a village to s
hamlet, we may pronounce the peo-
ple to be barharluns.—Abbe Reynal.
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