The Wanette Enterprise. (Wanette, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, September 15, 1911 Page: 3 of 6
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drawn attains of the song following
htm ard dying away as he neared the
street entrance. In the lower hall he
removed the felt slippers and tossed
them Into a corner.
He was amazed at the loudness of
the street noises, and the glare of the
sunlight as he stepped to the sidewalk.
He stood there blinking for a moment,
until his eyes became accustomed to
the light. The foot-procession of the
city streamed by him.
Suddenly a man turned In toward
the doorway, and, with a startled ex-
clamation, stopped short Orme found
himself looking Into the gleaming eyes
At the expense of a soiled hat Robert
Orme saves from arrest a girl In a black
louring cat who has caused a traffic ^ani
»n State street. He buys a new hat and
is given In change a five dollar bill with;
‘‘Remember the person you pay this to,
written on It. A second time lie help* tne
lady In the black car. and loams that in
Tom and Bessie Walllngham they have
mutual friends, but gains no further hint
pf her Identity. He discovers another in-
scription on the marked bill. w^ck*
futile attempt to decipher It. he C°P‘®J
and places the copy In a drawer In hie
apartment. Senor frorttol. South.Anted
refuses, and a fight ensues
»'hich Porltol' liT overcome. He calls
lenoi Alcatrante. minister f
im his coun-
try, to vouch for him. Orme still
to give up the bill. Orme goes foi
end sees two Japs attack Alcatrante.
Orme still refuses
Orme goes Wt}[e
the black car waiting for him. She also
wants the bill. Orme tells his story. She
recognizes one of the Japs as her father
butler. Maku. The *«cpnd Inscription on
the bill is ths key to the hiding Place of
Important papers stolen from her fA;n®r-
Both Japs and South Americans want tb®
------ Orme and the ••airl” start out in
Dapers. orme ami me *---
the black car In quest of the papers. In
the university grounds In E''Hn“t°?
hiding place Is located Mak,%? Maku
other Jap are there. Ornte fells Maku
and the other Jap escapes. Orme J,
Maku’a pocket a folded slip of p!tp‘ r He
takes the girl, whose name Is still un-
known to him. to the home of a friend In
Evanston. Returning to the university
hear a motor boat £ trouble In tl edi k-
neaa on thV'lakV They Ond thj'crippied
but the Jap eludes pursuit.
“And—and you won’t forget me?”
With a sudden yearning that seemed
to be beyond her control, she leaned
her body against him. Her warm
breath was on his face; her arm found
its way around him and held him con-
."Oh,” she whispered,-”! can't bear to
have you go. Don’t forget me—please
don't forget me.”
“I shall never forget you, and what
you have done for me,” he answered
“You will come back and see me—
"I will come back. And 1 should like
to bring a friend, who will hade even
more cause to thank you than I have.”
“A friend?” A tinge of apprehension
colored the question: “A—a wotnaD?"
The soft curves of her body were
quickly withdrawn from him.
"Oh,” she whispered, ”1 don’t believe
I want to see her.”
For a moment she stood motionless.
Then she said:
"Are you sorry you kissed me?”
“No,” he answered, "I am not.”
Her lips brushed his forehead, and
he was alone. Groping with one hand,
he assured himself that the panel re-
mained open. All in black, he awaited
, Orme find
on the paper he took from Maku the
address. "841 N. Parker street. He
goes there and finds that ArIma, teach
er of JIu-Jttsu Is on the third floor. Ha
calls on Alla, clairvoyant, on the fourD)
floo?. descends by the fire-escape and
conceals himself under a table In Ar
(mas room. Alcatrante. Porlto1 and the
Jap minister enter. OrI“e finds the pa
pers In a drawer under the table ana
er bfjng told that the American has the
papers Orme nttempts to get asa!’.
Fs discovered and set upon by Arlma
and Maku. He eludes them and Is hia
den In a oloset by the clairvoyant
The silence tbaffollowed these prep-
arations grew oppressive. The clients
were waiting for the right ’’current,
and Madam Alla, Orme had no doubt,
was using the Interval to free herself
from ber bonds.
In a little while some one started
the hymn. ’’Over the River They Beck-
on to Me," aud the others took It up-
women’s voices, chiefly, struggling
through the melody In their trebles,
with the mumbled undertones of one
or two men.
A draught of coder air struck
Ormo’s cheek; a hand found his shoul-
der; a voice whispered. Under cover
of the singing Madam Alla had opened
the panel. Her Ups were close to his
ear In the creepy tension of the
watting Orme had almost forgotten
that Madam Alla’s ghosts were a
oheat, and the touch of her hand made
him start, but her first words brought
htm to himself.
“Hush!” she whispered. "You’ll get
your chance In a minute. Put on a
pair of black felt slippers. Here’’—she
groped along the floor, and gave him
the slippers. They were large, and
went easily over hts shoes.
“Now the black robe, Just behind
He took It from Its peg, and slipped
'Cover your head and face with the
He did as directed, finding ths eye-
holes with his fingers.
"Hldo your hands In the sleeves.
Now listen. I’m going to keep them
busy looking al the curtains. When
you hear a gong ring turee times, come
through the panel, and go between the
curtain and the wallhanging, on the
■Ida toward the window. The gas Is
down to a pin point. Those folks think
they can see a lot more than they do.
But they won't see you, unless you
show some white. Anyhow they’ll be
watching the cabinet. Keep outside
the circle of chairs, and work your
way to the door of the next room.
There are hangings there; go through
them. You’ll find light enough In the
next room to get to the door In the
hall. First stuff the robe under the
sofa. You'll find your hat under there.
You left It here when you came, and I
tucked it away. You’d better wear the
■Uppers down to the street. Never
mind about returning them—unless you
care to come. Now, be careful. ^
“The Japanese—where are they?'
“At the other side of the circle.
Don't worry about them. They’re only
kids when It comes to my game. Now,
wait till 1 get tho things I need.” She
heard faint rustlings as she gathered
her paraphernalia. Soon she was back
at the panel. The last stanza of the
hymn was drawing to a close. “Be
sure you follow directions,” she whls-
“I will." He pressed her hand grate-
1 iAI11^ now strange manifestations be-
IrjWln-the room without. There were
rapplngs, some faint, some loud—
coming apparently from all quarters.
Invisible fingers swept gently across
the strings of a guitar. Then came the
soft clangor of a gong—once, twice,
Orme slipped through the panel, Into
the cabinet. Keeping close to the wall,
he moved to the left and worked out
into the room. The rapplngs were now
louder than before—loud and continu-
ous enough to cover any slight sound
he might made. A little gasp came
from the circle as he went out into *he
room. At first he thought that he had
been seen. To hla eyes, fresh from
complete darkness, the room seemed
moderately light; but the gas was llt-
tie more than a tiny blue dot.
As he took a step forward he saw
why the circle had gasped. Through
the curtains of the cabinet came the
semblance of a tenuous wraith In long,
trailing robes of white. It was almost
formless, Its outlines seeming to melt
Into the gloom.
Advancing a little way Into the cl»
cle. It Bhrank back as though timorous,
then wavered. From the circle came a
woman's voice—anxious, eager, strain-
ing with heart-break—“Oh, my sister!”
The figure turned toward her, slowly
extended Its arms, and glided back to
the curtains, where It stood as though
The sobbing woman arose from her
chair and hastened toward the wraith.
“Agnes!” she whispered Imploringly,
"Won’t you speak lo me, Agnes?”
The ghostly figure shook Its head.
“Are you happy, Agnes? Tell me.
Oh, don't go until you have told me."
The figure nodded mutely, and with
a final slow gesture, waved the woman
back to her seat.
Meantime Orme cast his eyes over
the circle. Dimly he saw faces, some
stolid, some agitated; and there, at the
farther end were the two Japanese, In-
tent as children on these wonders.
Their sparkling eyes were directed to
The apparition had disappeared be-
tween the curtains. But now there was
a fresh gasp of wonder, as tho figure
of a little child stepped out Into the
room. It did not go far from the cab-
inet, and It alternately advanced and
retreated, turning this way and that,
as though looking for some one.
“It wants its mother!" exclaimed
one of the women in the circle. “1b
your mother here, little one?”
The child stared at the speaker, then
withdrew to the curtains.
"They will begin to talk after a
while,” explained the woman—“when
the control gets stronger. I always
feel so tender for these little lost
spirits that come back to hunt for their
Orme moved swiftly around the cir-
cle. He passed so close to the Japa-
nese that he could have touched them.
The felt slippers made his steps noise-
less ; the thick rug absorbed the Bhock
of his weight..
He passed through the hangings of
the doorway to the next room. There
he had no gaslight; the window
shades, however, were not drawn so
closely but that a little daylight en-
tered. He removed the robe and
stuffed It under the old sofa at one
side. Ills hat, as Madam Alla had said,
was there, and he put It on and went
to the hall door. The circle had begun
to Bing another hymn. Orme got Into
the hall, shut the door silently, and
hurried down the stairs, the long-
An Old M*n of ths Ses.
"Oh, Mr. Orme, you are the man I
most wished to see.” The minister’s
voice carried a note of unrestrained
eagerness. He extended his hand.
Orme accepted the salutation, mus-
tering the appearance of a casual meet-
ing; he must keep Alcatrante out of
“I was sorry that I could not be at
your apartment this morning,’’ contin-
ued Alcatrante, "and I hope you did
not wait too long.”
"Oh, no,” replied Orme. “I waited
for a little while, but concluded that
something had called you away. Has
Senor Porltol recovered from his anxi-
“Why, no,” said Alcatrante. "But the
course of events has changed.” He
linked his arm In Orme's and walked
along with him toward the center of
the city. "You see," he went on, "my
young friend Porltol overestimated the
importance of that marked bill. It did
give the clue to the hiding place of
certain papers which were of great
value to him. What he failed to realize
was that the papers could be of little
Importance to others. And yet, so per-
turbed Is he that he has asked me to
offer a considerable reward for Ih* re-
covery of these papers."
“Yes.” Alcatrante sent a slanting
glance at Orme. "The sum Is ridicu-
lously large, but he Insists on offering
one thousand dollars.”
"Quite a sum," said Orme calmly.
He was Interested In the minister’s In-
“As for the events of last night —
continued Alcatrante, stopping short,
with a significant glance.
’Well?" said Orme Indifferently.
were already gone when they went to
look for them. Porltol le really very
“Doubtless,” added Orme.
"Perhaps," added Alcatrante, after a
short wait, "he might even go as high
as two thousand."
"Indeed T Then there will surely be
many answers to his advertisement.
"Oh, he will not advertise." Alca-
trante laughed. "Already ne knows
where the pspers are. \A hits waiting
for the clue of the bill, he discovered
what others had already availed them-
selves of It”
"That Is curious." Orme smiled.
"How did he discover that?"
"In a roundabout way. I won’t take
time for the story.”
They walked along In silence for a
little distance. Orme was figuring on
an escape, for the minister’s clutch on
his arm waa like that of a drowning
man’s. Finally he sought the simplest
means of getting away. "1 have an en-
gagement," he said. "I shall have to
leave you. here. Thank you for walk-
ing with me thus far.” He disengaged
"My dear Mr. Orme.” said Alca-
trante, "why should we beat around
"Why, Indeed?” said Orme
"Porltol know.s that his papers are
In your possession. Speaking for blm.
1 ofTer you five thousand.”
Why do you drag Porltol Into this ?"
said Orme. "You know that he has
merely been your agent from the start.
You think he has bungled, but 1 teli
you, you are the one who bungled, for
you picked him to do the work. Ho
had bad luck hiring a burglar for you.
He lost his head when he ran away
with another person's motor car and
had to hand the marked bill to a coun-
try Justice. He showed bad Judgment
when he tried to fool me with a fancy
lie. But you are the real bungler,
Senor Alcatrante. Any capable dip-
lomat could tell you that.”
Alcatrante's yellow face grew white
about the Ups. Hla eyes flashed bale-
"Curse you!” he exclaimed. 'You
know more than Is good for you. Take
care 1” _
Orme laughed In disgust. "Oh, drop
this melodrama. I am not afraid of
cheap Machiaevallls. In this country
there are some crimes that are not
excused by high office.
The minister's' teeth showed. “You
shall see, my young friend."
"Doubtless. But let me tell you one
Hive Stolen the Clue From You.”
“I trust that you did not think me
absurd for sending that detective to
you. That I did so was a result of
poor Poritol’s frantic Insistence."
“My young friend was so afraid that
you would be robbed.’
“I was robbed," laughed Orme, try-
ing to make light of the situation.
“Why, how was that?” Alcatrante s
surprise was well assumed.
"Oh, after I said good-night to you,
the two Japanese caught me while I
was going through the tunnel to the
“My dear Mr. Orme!"
“They are clever, those Japanese.
"And afterward you went out
"What makes you think that?"
Alcatrante bit his lip. "Why,” he
stammered, "the detective reported
that you were absent when be ar-
"And therefore,” remarked Orme
coolly, “be got access to my apartment
and, after rummaging through my
things, went sound asleep In my bed-
room, where I found him snoring when
The minister swung his cane vicious-
ly at a bit of paper that lay on me side-
w ft lit*
•He was not a clever detective,” con-
tinued Orme. "And as for Porltol,
don’t you think he had better offer hla
reward to the Japanese?”
”No,” replied Alcatrante. "They
may have stolen the clue from you, but
1 have reason to think that th# papers
thing; If anything happens to me, my
friends will know where to look for
Alcatrante snarled. "Don’t be too
“If necessary,” continued Orme, “a
word to certain persons as to the com-
mission for building warships—five
hundred thousand. Is It not? by the
new arrangement—In gold—”
Alcatrante, In ungovernable rage,
raised his light cane and struck. Orme
fended the blow with his arm, then
wrenched the cane away and threw
It Into the street. A swarm of pass-
ers-by gathered about them so quickly
that in a moment they were the cen-
ter of a circle.
“You dunce,” said Orme. “Do
want the police?”
"No," muttered Alcatrante, control-
ling himself wjth a great effort. “You
are right.” He darted Into tho crowd
at one side, and Orme, quick to take
the hint, disappeared In the opposite
direction, crossing the street and Jump-
ing Into an empty cab, which had
drawn up In anticipation of a fight
"To the Rookery,” he ordered,
naming the first office building that
came Into his head.
“Sure,” said the driver, and away
A glance back showed Orme that
the crowd was dispersing.
At a distance was Alcatrante. He
had seen Orme’s escape, and was look-
ing about vainly for another cab. But
cabs are not numerous oa North
Parker street, and Orme, so far
could tell, was not followed.
When his cab drew up at the busy
entrance on La Salle street, he found
his way to the nearest public tele-
phone The hour was close to five,
and he must, discover quickly where
he could find the girl. He called up
the Pere Marquette “This Is Mr.
Orme” he explalred to the clerk.
• Have there been any calls or mes-
sages for me?”
"Yes, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Wallingbam
called up at 12:30 to know If you were
going to Arradale with them.
The golfing engagement! Orme had
not even thought of it since the eve-
"Yes, sir. A Japanese came about
one o'clock. He left no name.”
"The same man who came last eve-
“No, sir, an older man.'
The Japanese minister had doubtless
gone straight from Arlma’s apartment
to the Pere Marquette ' Anything
else?” asked Orme.
"There was a phone call for you
about 11 o’clock. The parly left no
"A woman's voice?"
"Yes, sir. She said: 'Tell Mr.
Orme that I Bhall not he able to cull
him up at noon, but will try to do so
as near two o'clock as possible.’ ’’
"Did she call up again at two?"
“No, sir. There’s no record of It."
Orme understood In the Interval
after her attempt to reach him Bhe
had learned at Arlma’s of his seem-
ing treachery. "Very well.” he Bald
to tho clerk, and hung up the re
What shall he do now? The girl
had given him up. He did not know
her name or where to find her, and yet
find her he must and that within the
next few hours. The unquestionably
great Importance of the papers In his
pocket had begun to weigh on him
heavily. He waS tempted to take them
out, there In the telephone booth, and
examine them for a clue The cir-
cumstances Justified him
But—he had promised the girl!
Stronger than his curiosity, stronger
almost than his wish to deliver the pa-
pers, was his desire to keep that prom-
ise. It may have been foolish, quixotic;
but he resolved to continue as he had
begun. "At ten o’clock," he said to
himself, "If I have not found her, !
will look at the papers or go to the
police—do whatever Is necessary." He
did not like to break promises or miss
There was bis engagement with the
Wallinghams. It had absolutely gone
from his mind. Bessie would forgive
him, of course. She was a sensible
little woman, and she would know that
his failure to appear was due to some-
thing unavoidable and Important, but
Orme’s conscience bothered him a lit-
tle because he had not, before setting
out that morning, telephoned to her
that he might be detained.
Bessie Walllngham 1 She knew the
glrll Why had he not thought of that
He got the Wallinghams' number.
Were they at home? No, they had
gone to Arradale and would probably
remain until the last evening train.
He rang off.
It remained to try Arradale. After
some delay, he got the club house.
Mrs. Walllngham? Yes, she had Just
come In. Would Mr. Orme hold the
Mr. Orme certainly would, and pres-
ently he was rewarded for the delay
by hearing Bessie's brisk little voice.
“Well, you ought to be ashamed of
yourself; wo waited over and took the
“Oh, yea, I know all about these very
“Nonsense! I was fooling, of course
But we were sorry you didn't coins.”
"That girl? Why, what’s the mat-
ter with you, Robert Orme?”
"Business importance? That won’t
do, Rob. You’ll have to 'fess up.”
“Do I know such a girl? Are you
“Why, Bob, I can think of several
Shall 1 name them?”
"Not give their names! What on
earth Is the matter with you?"
"Oh, part of the business. Is It?
Well, let me Bee. Tall and beautiful,
you say. Dark eyes and hair. A black
touring car. Hum! I know three girls
to whom the description applies. It
might be—but you don’t wish me to
mention the name. Well, you'll have
to think of something more distinct-
Orme thought In vain. The Image
of the girl was ever In his mind, but
describe her he could not. At last he
said: "The girl I mean lives in one
of the suburbs. She has a father who
has lately undergone a slight opera-
tion. He Is. I think, a man who is In-
volved In negotiation* with other coun-
“Oh! Where did you meet her?
Why, Bob, bow Interesting! I never
thought of her, but she’s one of my
“Now, listen, Bessie. It Is absolute-
ly necessary that l should reach her
father’s house before midnight. You
must help me."
He heard her laugh. "Help you?
Of course I will."
"Where does she live?”
"Not far from Arradale. Bob, you
come right out here. I will see to the
rest. It certainly Is the funniest co-
"I’ll catch the first train."
"There’s one at six—for men who
come out to dine.”
“All right. Expect me. Goodby.”
Orme looked at his watch. He had
an hour and a half—which meant that
time must be killed It would be un-
wise to return to the Pere Marquette,
for the South Americans and the Jad-
anese might both be on watch for him
there. But he did not care to wander
about the streets, with the chance of
coming face to face with some of hie
enemies. It was obvious that swift
and elaborate machinery would b»
set In motion to catch him. Of course,
there were many places where he could
conceal himself for an hour, but—
Tom Wallingham's office! Why had
he not thought of that before? Tom
was at Arradale with Besste, but the
clerks would let Orme stay In the re-
ception room until It was time to start
for his train. Indeed. Orme remem-
bered that Blxby, the head clerk, had
been at the wedding of Tom and Bes-
sie—had In fact taken charge of the
arrangements at the church.
Moreover, Tom’s office was In this
very building—the Rookery. Doubt-
less It was for this reason that the
Rookery had popped into hie head
when he gave directions to the cab-
driver on North Parker street.
Hurrying to the elevators. Orme was
about to enter the nearest one. when
suddenly a hand seized bit elbow and
pulled him to one side. He turned
quickly and saw—Alcatrante.
The minister was breathing rapid-
ly. It was plain that be had made
a quick pursuit, but though his chest
heaved and his mouth was partly open,
his eyes were curiously steady. "One
minute, Mr. Orme," he said, forcing his
lips to u smile. "I had hard work to
follow you. There wan no other cab.
but a email boy told me that you di-
rected your driver to the Rookery.
Therefore I got on a street car and
rode till I found a cab." He said all
this In the most casual tone, retaining
his hold on Orme’s elbow as though
Ills attitude was familiar and friendly,
Perhaps he was thug detailing hla
own adventures merely to gain time;
or perhaps be was endeavoring to puz-
But Orme was simply annoyed. Ha
knew how dangerous Alcatrante could
be. ”1 am tired of being followed.
Senor," he said, disgustedly, freeing
Alcatrante continued to smile. "That
Is part of the game,” he said.
"Then you will find the game seri-
ous." Orme shut his llpa together
and glanced about for a policeman.
Alcatrante again gra8ped his elbow.
“Do you want publicity?" he asked.
"Your principals do not. Publicity will
Injure us all."
Orme had been given enough light
to know that the South American s
wordB were true.
"If It comes to publicity.” continued
Alcatrante with an ugly grin, “1 will
have you arrested for stealing a cer-
tain Important—document and offer-
ing to sell It to me."
"Rubbish!" laughed Orme "That
would never work at all. Too many
persons understand my part In this
matter. And then—” as he noticed
the Cash of triumph In Alcatrante'*
eyes—‘T could not be arrested for
stealing a document which was not
In my possession." It wns too late;
Alcatrante had been able to verify hi*
strong suspicion that Orme had the
A wave of anger swept over Orme.
"Publicity or no publicity,” he said,
“unless this annoyance stops, I wtll
have you arrested."
Alcatrante smiled. “That would not
pay, Mr. Orme. There would be coun-
ter-charges and you would be much
delayed—perhaps even till after mid-
night tonight. You Americans do not
know how to play at diplomacy, Mr.
Controlling himself, Orme hurried
quickly to the nearest elevator. H«
timed his action; the starter was Just
about to close the door as he hurried
In. But quick though be was, Alca-
trante was close behind him. The agile
South American squeezed Into the ele-
vator by so close a margin that the
door caught his coat.
“Here, what are you tryln’ to do?"
shouted the starter.
Alcatrante, pressing In against
Orme, did not reply.
The starter Jerked the door open,
and glared at Alcatrante. The steady
and undisturbed eye of the minister
had its effect, and after a moment of
hesitation the starter banged the door
shut and gave the signal and the car
Tom Wallingham’s office was on thi
eighth floor. Though he knew that Al-
catrante would cling to him, Orms
could think of nothing better to do
than to go straight to the office and
count on the assistance of Blxby, who
would certainly remember him. Ac-
cordingly he called out “Eight! and.
Ignoring Alcatrante, left the elevator
and walked down the hall, the South
American at his elbow.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A Queer One.
Ilayrlx—Ole man Sparrow-grass air
a queer sort uv critter, ain’t he .’
Oatcake—I dunuo. What's queer er-
Hayrlx—Why, ez often ez I’ve heerd
him dlscussln’ polertlcks deown t th
grocery. I ain’t never ylt heerd him
say what he’d do erbout etralgtenln
things out ef he wuz president fer t
couple uv hours, by grass!
One of the Qualifications.
"I believe I have the only perte***
"Does he hook?"
"You didn’t catch my remark; I wai
speaking of my husbard. not of ou»
"It was your husband I bad In
mind. If he refuses to hook you ny
the back he Is not perfect.
Went Too Far.
YeaW—Do you think there is a pen-
alty for lying?
Crlmeonbeak—Sure! 1 knew a res
low who dislocated his shoulder while
etretchlng out his hands to show the
size of the fish he claimed he had
caught !-Yonker« Statesman.
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Jenkins, G. W. The Wanette Enterprise. (Wanette, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, September 15, 1911, newspaper, September 15, 1911; Wanette, Oklahoma. (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc853947/m1/3/: accessed November 24, 2017), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.