The Wanette Enterprise (Wanette, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 17, Ed. 1 Friday, September 27, 1912 Page: 2 of 10
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RUBIES
By
FRANCIS PERRY
ELLIOTT
II/ujI ration! by
RAY WALTERS
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SYNOPSIS.
Richard Llghtnut, an American with an
affected English accent, receives a pres-
ent from a friend In China. The present
proves to be a pair of pajamas. A letter
hints of surprise to the wearer. Llghtnut
dons the pajamas and late at night gets
up for a smoke. Ills servant, Jenkins,
comes In and, falling to recognize Llght-
nut, attempts to put him out. Thinking
the servant crazy, Llghtnut changes his
clothes Intending to summon help. When
he reappears Jenkins falls on his neck
with Joy. confirming Llghtnut's belief
that he Is crazy. Jenkins tells Llghtnut of
the encounter he had with a hideous
Chinaman dressed In pajamas. In a
.message from his friend. Jack Billings,
Llghtnut Is asked to put up "the kid”
for the night on his way home from col-
lege. Later Llghtnut finds a beautiful
girl In black pajamas In his room. Llght-
nut Is shocked by the girl’s drinking,
smoking and slangy talk. She tells him
her name Is Francis and puzzles him
with a story of her love for her sister s
room-mate, named Frances. Next morn-
ing the girl Is missing and Llghtnut lu»r-
rleB to the boat to see her off. He Is ac-
costed by a husky college boy, who calls
him "Dicky,” but he does not see the
girl. Jack Billings calls to spend the
night with Llghtnut. They discover
priceless rubles hidden In the buttons of
the pajamas. Billings dons the pajamas
and retires. Llghtnut later discovers
1n his apartment a beefy person In mut-
ton-chop whiskers and wearing pajamas.
Jenkins calls the police, who declare the
Intruder to be a criminal, called "Foxy
Grandpa."
CHAPTER XL (Continued.)
"Oh, come now, Braxton,” said the
officer In a tone of disgust, "stop your
foolery; you’re Just Using up time
Ain’t It enough that you’re In this
building and In this gentleman's
rooms?”
"In his rooms!" exploded Foxy
Grandpa. "Why, you lunkhead, this
gentleman will tell you l am his
guest!” He turned to me with a sort
of angry laugh.
"Tell him, Llghtnut," he rasped.
‘Tve had enough of this!”
The big policeman's features ex-
panded In a grin, while Tim doubled
forward an Instant, his blue girth
wabbling with Internal appreciation
of the Foxy one’s facetiousness; and
the Janitor snickered.
Jenkins looked shocked. As for me,
dash It, I never so wished for my
monocle, don’t you know!
O’Keefe's head angled a little to
give me the benefit of a surreptitious
wink.
"Oh, certainly," .he said, his voice
affecting a fine fearcasm; “If the gen-
tleman BayB you’Te his friend—”
“He’s no friend of mine,’’ I pro-
claimed Indignantly. “Never saw him
before In my life.”
Instead of being confounded, the
artful old villain fell back with a
great air of astonishment and dismay.
By Jove, he managed to turn fairly
purple
“Wha-a t’s that?" he gasped strang-
Ungly and clutching at the collar of
his pajamas. "Say that again, Dicky.”
i looked at him severely.
“Oh, 1 say, don't call me ’Dicky,'
either," 1 remonstrated quietly. "It's
a name 1 only like to hear my Inti-
mate friends use.”
He kind of caught the back of a
chair and glared wildly at me from
under his bushy wintry eyebrows. The
beefy rolls of his lower Jaw actually
trembled.
"Don't you—haven't you always
classed me as that, Die—or—Light
nut?” he sort of wltfspered.
By Jove, the effrontery of such act-
ing fairly disgusted me. 1 looked him
over from bead to foot with measured
contempt. "1 don't know you at all,'
I said coldly, turning away.
"Ye gods!" he wheezed, clutching
at his grizzled hair.
CHAPTER XII.
I Send a Man to Jail.
The two policemen shitted lmpa
tlently.
•That'll about do, Foxy,” growled
O’Keefe. "It’s entertaining, but enough
of a thing—"
But the old duffer caught his sleeve I
"Walt!" he panted ."One second—,
wait—Just one second!"
He looked at Jenkins and ducked
his neck forward, swallowing hard
•Jenkins," he said with a sickly
smile "You—you see how It Is with
Llghtnut—poor fellow! None ot us
ever thought he would go off that
bad though But, as It Is, 1 guess
you’re the one now who will have to
set me right with these people You'll
have to stand lor me "
Jenkins looked alarmed. He ad-
dressed the officers eagerly
"S'belp me.' he cried, his glance
impaling the prisoner with scorn. "I
never see mis party before In the ten
years I been In New York!'
"Call tor the wagon, Tim," said
O’Keefe shortly Indicating the
’phone "The fool's going to give
trouble. Kahoka Apartment*, tell
them. Hurry; let’s get him to the
street.”
He made a dive at the figure in the
chair and Jerked him forward.
But his grip seemed to slip and he
only moved his prisoner a few Inches.
He tried again with about the same
result.
“Get a move on, Tim,” he said pant-
lngly. "He’s bigger, somehow, than
he looks, and awful heavy; It’ll take
both of us. Get up, Braxton, unless
you want the club!”
The man settled solidly In the
depths of the chair.
"Club and be hanged!” he replied
with a snap of his Jaw. "I won’t go In
any dirty police wagon—that's flat!
You may -take me In a hearse first.
Get a cab or a taxi, If 1 have to go
with you!"
"Gamey old sport, anyhow, by
Jove!" I thought with sudden admir-
ation. Couldn’t help It. dash It!
Heart Just went out to him, somehow.
1 gently Interposed as O'Keefe pre-
pared to lunge again.
"I’ll st*nd the cab for him, officer,
I said with a smile, “If your rules,
don’t you know, or whatever It Is.
will allow."
I added In a lowered voice:
"Makes it devilish easier for you.
don't you know, and avoids such a Jol-
ly row. And—er—1 want to ask you
and your friend to acoept from me a
little token of my appreciation."
The policeman exchanged a glance
with Tim and considered.
"Well, sir," he said, "as to the cab. |
of ccffirse If you’re a mind to want to j
do that, it's your own affair."
He turned to hts companion.
"Just cancel that, Tim." he directed.
"Call a four-w heeler.”
"Thank you, Llghtnut,” put In the
old man gratefully. "You have got a
grain of decency left, by George, after
all!”
Meantime, Jenkins was answering
my Inquiry.
"I don't believe, sir, you have a bit
of cash In the house. You told me
so when you were retiring.”
By Jove, 1 remembered now! The
poker game In the evening!
1 was wondering whether they
could us3 a check, when I spied Bill-
ings’ wallet on Hie table.
The very thing, by Jove!
Examination showed, first thing, a
wad of yellow-backs, fresh from the
bank. I peeled off two and pushed
them Into the officer's hand.
“TMs belongs to a friend of mine,"
1 remarked; “but It’s just the same as
my own, don’t you know, and he won’t
mind. Dash it, we’re Just like broth-
ers!”
A howl of maniacal laughter from
the old fool in the chair startled us
both.
“Regular Damon and Pythias, damn
It!” he gabbled, grinning with hideous
face contortions. "One for all, and
all for one! And Just help yourself;
don't mind me. Why—hell!”
O'Keefe prodded him sharply in the
shoulder with his night sttOk.
"Stop your skylarking now, Foxy
he admonished angrily, "and come
on. Here the gentleman’s gone and
put up his money for a cab for you
and you ought to want to get out of
his way so he can rest."
"He's sure been kind to you," sup-
plemented Tim, whose eye had noted
the passing of the yellow boys.
"Kind!" mocked the old geezer,
showing his scattered teeth In a hor
lible grin. “Why, ne’s a lu-lu, a reg-
ular Samaritan!"
"No names!” warned O’Keefe,
slightly lifting his night stick. "Come
on to the street—you seem to forget
you're under arrest."
He added hastily:
"And 1 ought to have warned you
that anything you may say, Foxy—”
"Oh, you go to—Brooklyn!" snarled
Foxy "For two pths I’d knock your
e- I
ily; and, catching the policeman’s eye,
Bhrugged my shoulders significantly.
“You’re right, sir,” he said apologet-
ically. “We won’t fool a second long-
er. Here, you take that side, Tim.
Let's pull!"
And they did pull, but. by Jove,
they couldn't raise him.
"Queerest go I ever see," Tim
gasped. "He ain't holding on to noth-
ing, Is he? And, O’Keefe, he feels
big!”
Pshaw, It’s not that,” the other
panted; "It’s Just the way he's sitting
Why, you can see he ain't so very
big." He nodded to Jenkins and the
Janitor. "Here, you two! Help us,
can’t you?”
And with one mighty, united neave,
they brought the loudly protesting old
man to his feet and held him there.
O'Keefe faced me.
“Might be well to take a look
around, sir, and see It you thluk of
anything else he's stolen, before we
take him off "
"Good Idee. Llghtnut'' Old Brax-
ton stopped struggling and whirled
hl« head toward me, his face almost
black with rage He. ha! Why don't
you have uie searched? There s not
a pocket la these damn pajamas!”
Anything whatever, sir, well have
him leave behind," said O'Keefe.
By Jove*” 1 don’t know how 1
ever managed to say it. Fact is, things
•ust suddenly spun round before
me like a merry what's Its name. For
I did recognize something! The old
fellow's unabashed reference to pa-
jamas was what brought It to my at-
tention.
“Hat” O’Keefe nodded. There is
something! Just say the word, sir.'
I looked helplessly at Jenkins, and
then I saw that of a sudden he recog-
nized them. too. His eyes rolled at
me understanding^.
“What Is it, sir?" ' demanded
O’Keefe respectfully. ’The law re
quires—”
I swallowed hard. "It—It's the pa-
jamas," I said tnlntly.
The old rascal ittered a roar and
tried to get at me.
"You cold-blooded scoundrel!" he
bellowed. "So this Is why—”
But here a Jab of the night stick
took him In the side with a sound like
a blow on a punching bag. Words
left the old man and he gasped des-
perately for breath. O’Keefe tried to
shake him.
Did you get those pajamas in
here?” he demanded fiercely, and he
drew bwfck his stick as though for an-
other Jab. But the old geezer nodded
quickly, glaring at me and trying to
wheeze something.
"That’s enough,” said the officer.
He turned to me. "You recognize
them, do you, sir?"
••I—i think so,” I stammered, look-
ing at Jenkins, who nodded. “They
belong to a friend of mine who—a—
must have left them here.”
“I see." He fished out a note book.
"Mind giving me the name, sir? Just
a matter of form, you know—" He
licked his pencil expectantly.
"Oh, I say, you know—” 1 gaspe\d
at Jenkins. “I don't think she—I—’
“Certainly not, sir,” affirmed Jen-
kins, solemnly looking upward.
"She?” The note-book slowly
closed, then with the pencil went back
Into the officer’s pocket. "Excuse me,
sir. H’m!”
“H’m!” echoed Tim apologetically.
Then they both glared at Foxy.
The old man Just snarled at them
He was like a dog at bay.
"All right!” he hissed. “You Just
try to take them off—I’ll kill some-
body, that’B all. Think I’m going to
make a spectacle of myself?”
Jenkins whispered to me.
“To be sure,” I said aloud. "He
might as well wear them now to the
station. Just so he returns them when
he gets his clothes.”
“Very good, sir," said O’Keefe, re-
lieved "We’ll see he does that. Come
along now, Braxton—shut up, 1 tell
you! ”
And with all lour of them behind
the charge, they managed io rush its
loudly protesting old man to the door.
"1 won't go without my clothes, 1
tell you," he raged
But he did Fighting, swearing and
protesting, the jolly old vagabond was
roughly bundled into the elevator.
“Good night, sir," called O’Keefe as
the tour of them dropped downward.
"We'll let you know if It seems neces-
sary to trouble you.”
Once again inside, Jenkins and I
just stared at each other without a
word, we were that tired and disgust-
ed. To me, the only dashed crumb
of comfort in the whole business was
the wonderful fact that Billings
seemed to have slept like a Jolly Rip
through the whole beastly row.
CHAPTER XIII.
Frances.
By Jove, It seemed to me I had been
asleep about a minute when I saw
the sunlight splashing through the
blinds.
Jenkins stood beside me with some-
thing In his hand.
“Didn’t hear me, did you, sir?” he
was asking. ”1 said I thought the ad-
dress looked like Mr. Billings’ hand-
writing. And he's gone, sir.”
"Gone?"
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my
eyes. I had a befogged notion that
Jenkins looked a little queer.
"Yes, sir. He's not in his room, nor
In the apartment anywhere."
"Eh—how—what’s that?” For Jen-
kins' hand extended an envelope.
"Perhaps you would like to read
this now, sir.”
It was from Billings—1 knew his fist
In an Instant It was very short and
without heading In fact, above his
Whenever You
Use Your Back
”E«nr Does a Sharp
Pain Hit You?
It’s a sign of
sick kidneys, es-
pecially If the
kidney action is
disordered, too,
passages scanty
or too frequent
or' off-color.
Do not neglect
any little kidney
111 or the slight
troubles run into
dropsy, gravel,
stone or Bright’s
disease.
Use Doan’s Kidney Pills. This
good remedy cures bad kidneys.
A TYPICAL CASE-
L. 0. Warner. 1206 N. Garfield Are.. Pocatello.
Idaho, says: “Kldnejr complaint often confined
um to bod for weeks. 1 passed kidney stones
nnd the pain was terrible. Morphine v
only relief until 1 used Doan's Kl
After taking this remedy
ond passed without pain,
kidney trouble.’*
Get Doan's at any Drug Store, 50c. a Box
Kidney
Doan s puis
as my
Pills.
Idney Pills,
remedy the stones dissolved
*1 lam now free from
Fighting, Swearing and
name appeared just a half dozen pen
died words, heavily underscored, and
without punctuation:
Damn you send me my clothes
“His clothes?" I looked perplexedly
at Jenkins.
He was looking a little pale and
held his eyes fixedly to the picture
molding across the room. He coughed
gently.
“Yes, sir," he uttered faintly;
"they’re In his room, but he ain’t.”
He stepped back, leaving something
on the stand by my bed.
“What’s that?” 1 questioned In
alarm. "Another note?”
"No, sir—not exactly, sir. But If 1
may suggest—wltjimit offense, sir—
that you till it out. I will see that it
gets to him.”
"Him? Who’s him—he. T mean?”
“Doctor Splasher, sir, the temper-
ance party I was speaking of. I’ve
already filled out mine, and I’m going
to put one In for Mr. Billings when 1
send the clothes.” From the doorway
he turned a woebegone countenance
toward me. "It’s heartrending, sir—
If I may be permitted to say so—to
think of a nice gentleman like Mr.
Billings wandering over to the club
with nothing on but red pajamas.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
TEXT TAKEN TOO LITERALLY
Ten-Year-Old Julia Gets Into Bad
Graces of Mother by Giving Tramp
a Half-Dollar.
"Be not forgetful to entertain
strangers; for thereby some have en-
tertained angels unawares.”
The foregoing quotation Is from
chapter xiil, verse 2, Book of Hebrews,
and It is introduce! solely because it
constitutes a vital part of this story.
Julia is ten years old and she goes to
Sunday school. It appears that on a
recent occasion the Sunday school
teacher had considerable to say about
this matter of “entertaining angels
unawares.” Airway, It made a deep
Impression with Julia.
A few days after the lesson Julia’s
mother left her In charge of the house
for a few hours. When the mother re-
turned she went to a particular cup
In the cupboard to extract therefrom
one-half dollar. In this cup is kept
the family pin money, and Julia’s
mother knew that she had put 50
cents there before she had gone out.
But the half dollar was gone. There
was an expression of anxiety on
Jolla's face and mother scented mis-
chief.
“Did you take that money?” asked
the mother, somewhat severely.
Julia broke Into tears. “I gave It to
a man that came to the back door,”
sobbed the little girl.
“Gave It to a man!” exclaimed the
mother. “What for?”
“I thought he might be God,” tear-
fully replied Julia.—Kansas City Star.
Minor Bookkeeping Item.
A small Item was overlooked in the
bookkeeping department of the United
States navy. It was the charge for
guns installed on the battleships Flor-
ida and Utah. The Item was for the
trifling sum of $1,800,000.
Serving Humanity.
Few callings are more highly es-
teemed than that of the trained nurse.
Miss Ellen Emerson, the granddaugh-
ter of Ralph Waldo Emerson, is a
nurse 1n the Massachusetts general
Seek Sword of Suleiman
••In His Rooms!”
block off, you fat beaded Irish lool!
Think I'm going down to the side-
walk without my clothes?”
“Are your clothes somewhere in this
building?” I asked with some sym-
pathy.
lie whirled on me sneerlngly and
jeered like a jolly screech owl:
•Oh. no; not exactly In the build
ing—they're on the flagpole on the
root, ot course! He-he-he! Bloody
good joke, len t it?"
I sat on the edge of the tahie wear-
ls Generally Believed That the Fa
mous Weapon Is Now In a Lon
don Antique Shop.
The famous sword of Suleiman,
which disappeared from the Turkish
treasury in the reign of Sultan Abdul
Hamid, Is believed to have been sold
to some dealer in antiques In London
or Baris Tahir pBsha, to whom the
sword was given by Abdul Just before
the latter was deposed, has told the
Constantinople police that It was
buried in a subterranean passage in
the Ylldlz Kiosk, but he has for^ftten
the exact place
Tatir was a favorite of Abdul, and
the story is that Tahir received the
sword from Abdul, although It bo
longed to the state, as a reward for
espionage When tjie constitutional
government supplanted Abdul Hamid
a fruitless search for the sword was
made Recently the war minister re
celved an anonymous letter saying
that the sword was in Tahir Pasha's
possession This led to a search of
Tahir's bouse. Following Tahir’s state
ment that the sword Is burled In the
Ylldlz Kiosk excavations are being
made In that palace. The police doubt
Tahir's story.
The sword ot 'Suleiman the Magnlfl
cent was one of the most valuable
relics in the possession of the Turkish
government Following a little habit
he had, Abdul Hamid added it to the
collection of priceless works of art
and jewelry In the "golden cage" of
the Yildlz Kiosk , *
Proposed New Word.
But a few score words in the Eng
llsh language begin with the letter
“x." The suggestion that a new word,
"xeralexis," be admitted to their ser
rled ranks Is therefore an undertaking
of some temerity Dr. H. F. Roberts
proposes it in Science, to replace "the
clumsy nnd rather ill sounding com
pound, 'drought-resistance ’ ” The sec-
ond half of the new word Is from the
Greek "alexesis," which implies a keep
ing off or resistance, and Is related to
the latter part of the Greek derivative,
“prophylaxis ”
Hence the Tears.
A German lass stood ai a nteam
ship pier, weeping "Why do you
grieve. Frauleln?” "Because my lev
er has sailed, and 1 tear that bet ore he
returns someone else may propose to
me and 1 may accept."—Satire.
No one Is better able to realize the
Injurious action of caffeine—the drug
In coffee—on the heart, than the doc-
tor. Tea Is just as harmful as coffee
because It, too, contains the drug caf-
feine.
When the doctor himself has been
relieved by simply leaving off coffee
and using Postum, he can refer with
full conviction to his own case.
A Mo. physician prescribes Postum
for many of his patients because he
was benefited by It. He says:
“I wish to add my testimony In re-
gard to that excellent preparation—
Postum. I have had functional or
nervous heart trouble for over 15
years, and a part of the time was un-
able to attend to my business.
“I was a moderate user of coffee and
did not think drinking it hurt me. But
on stopping it and using Postum in-
stead, my heart has got all right, and
I ascribe It to the change from coffee
to Postum.
“I am prescribing it now in cases of
sickness, especially when coffee does
not agree, or affects the heart, nerVea
or stomach.
“When made right it has a much bet-'
ter flavor than coffee, and is a vital
sustainer of the system. I shall con-
tinue to recommend It to our people,
and I have my own case to refer to.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read the little book,
“The Road to Wellville,” In pkgs,
"There’s a reason.”
Ever rend the nhnve lettert A new
one appear* from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of humuk
tetereat. Adv.
hospital at Boston.
.
If you would get up In the world
you might patronize a roof garden.
RIGHT HOME
Doctor Recommends Postum from Pen-
sonal Test.
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