The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, July 23, 1909 Page: 2 of 4
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NOT THE BUTCHER’S FAULT.
Kansas City. Mo—During the an
nual session of the American Institute
of Homeopathy, held in this city a
year ago, Dr. William Davis Foster of
Kansas City was elected president of
the institute for the following year.
To show his appreciation of his elec-
tion Dr. Foster had made a gavel
which he presented to the Institute.
A year was required for Dr. Foster
to get together the material of which
It Is made.
The gavel is made of 77 pieces
of wood, a piece from every state
Mrs. Customer—That lamb you
sent me, Mr. Stlntwatto, was the
largest and toughest I ever saw.
Mr. Stintwalte—Tut, tut. It’s that
hoy been loitering again. 1 assure you,
when that joint left the shop it was
the sweetst little leg of lamb you
could set eyes on, and 1 gave him
strict orders to deliver It at once be-
cause you wanted it young.
A Case for Sympathy.
Two matrons of a certain western
city, whose respective matrimonial
ventures did not in the first instunce
prove altogether satisfactory, met at
H woman's club one day, when the
first matron remarked:
"Hattie, I met your 'ex,* dear old
Tom, the day before yesterday. We
talked much of you.”
"Is that so?” asked the other ma-
tron. "Did he seem sorry when you
told him of my second marriage?"
"Indeed, he did; and said so moBt
frankly!”
"Honest?”
"Honest! He said he was extremely
sorry, though, he added, he didn't
know the man personally."—Llppln-
cott's Magazine.
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HAROLD MACGRATH
Author of THE MAN ON THE BOX,
HURTS ANB MASKS
With Illustrations by A. WEIL
♦........................
(Copyright, by Bobba-Merrlll Co.)
8YNOPSIS.
Carrington loved Kate Cavenaugh,
daughter of Multl-MIlllonalre Henry Cav-
enaugh. The latter liked Carrington, but
•efused him as a son-tn-law. Young Car-
wyer, held evidence of crlm
I operations, of which Cave-
guilty. It was Carrington's
refused him as a son-tn-law. ------
rlngton, a lawyer, held evidence of crim-
inal financial operations, of which Cave-
naugli was guilty. It was Carringtons
dutv to prosecute the rich man, but no
decided to lay t»ie whole matter before
Gavel Which Contains 77 Plecaa of
Wood.
No Need of Interference.
The two neighbors who were pass-
ing the little cottage heard sounds as
of ,« terrllio conflict Inside and
slopped to listen.
Presently they heard a loud thump,
ns If somebody bad fallen to the floor.
“Grogan is beating his wife again!”
they said.
Bursting the door open, they rushed
Into the house.
"What's the trouble here?” they de-
manded.
"Ther' ain’t no trouble, gentlemen,"
calmly answered Mrs. Grogan, who
had her husband down and was sit-
ting on Ills head. "Gwan!"
and territory In the United Staves
and from Germany and France. There
are pieces from the houses or the
possessions of all of the pioneers of
homeopathy. Each piece In the gavel
is numbered. In a bound volume,
called the “Gavel Book," Is contained
all the correspondence bearing upon
the gathering of the material of which
the gavel Is made. The varieties of
wood used include mahogany, white
pine, ebony, black walnut, rosewood,
sequoia glgantea, vegetable Ivory, sur-
render oak, Arizona ironwood, red-
wood, a bit from an Indian medicine
man's tomahawk from Alaska, orange
wood, diamond willow, fir, petrified
wood, yellow cedar, cherry and yel-
low pine. Each piece- is numbered
with a small gilt number. In the
"Gavel Book” under a corresponding
number Is a short biographical sketch
of the person of whom the piece is a
souvenir. The ends of the gavel arc
gold. One end is engraved with
"Simllla Slmillbut Curentur." Upon
the others Is engraved "Presented to
the American institute of Homeopa-
thy by William Davis Foster, M. D.,
President 1900." The handle la ebony
tipped with ivory.
Passed Mammoth Iceberg.
An iceberg described as 2 Mi miles
long and 500 feet high—presumably
not so high for the whole 2Vi miles
—was passed about 1,200 mites from
New York recently by the French line
freighter Mexico. It was In latitude
42:20, longitude 46.70.—New York
Sun.
MENTIONED FOR THE CABINET
Washington Rumor Says Congress-
man Scott of Kansas May Succeed
Secretary Wilson.
Washington—There Is a revival In
Washington of the gossip that Secre-
tary Wilson will retire from the do
Encouraging.
“Tell me frankly, sir, what do you
think of my daughter’s voice?"
“Well, madam, 1 think she may
have a brilliant future in water-color
painting.”
Keenest
Delights
of Appetite
and Anticipation
are realized in the first taste of de-
licious
Post
Toasties
and Cream
The golden.-brown bits are sub-
stantial enough to take up the
cream; crisp enough to make
crushing them in the mouth an
exquisite pleasure; and the fla-
vor—that belongs only to Post
Toasties—
“The Taste Lingers’
This dainty, tempting food is
made of pearly white corn, cooked,
rolled and toasted into '‘Toasties."
Popular pkg; roc; Large Family size 15<
Made by
POSTUM CEREAL CO., LTD.,
Battle Creek, Mich.
Congressman C. F. Scott.
partmer.t of agriculture in December
and that Representative Scott of Kan-
sas will succeed hihm. Several prom-
inent papers have printed stories to
that effect.
It was said at the White House
that the matter had not been con-
sidered there, and Representative
Scott said that the president had
nev#.' mentioned the subject to hire.
Secretary Wilson has held the place
under three presidents—McKinley.
Roosevelt and Taft—and holds the
record for cabinet service.
Charles F. Scott represents the Sec-
ond Kansas district, Is chairman of
the committee on agriculture, and Is
serving his fifth term in congress
Two of his terms were as congress
man-at-large. He was born in Kan
sas. lives In Iola and Is editor and
owner of the tola Register.
Alcoholic Liquors In Canada.
• Canadians consumed over 176.000,000
worth of liquors of ail kinds last year
The customs and excise duties collect
ed thereon amounted to fit,669,627.
CHAPTER I.—Continued.
Shortly after his determination to
tell Kate half a truth, Carrington left
the office and made an early train into
New Jersey. All the way over to the
Cavenaugh station he was restless and
uneasy. The fatal papers still reposed
in his pocket. He had not dared to
leave them In the office safe; his part-
ner, who had had no hand In the in-
vestigation, might Btumble across
them, and that was the last thing in
the world he desired. He knew not
exactly what to do with them; for
they burned like fire In his pocket,
and seemed to scorch his fingers
whenever ho touched them to learn
If they were still there. A thousand
and one absurd suppositions assailed
him. Supposing, for Instance, there
should be a wreck; supposing he
should be robbed ; supposing he should
leave his vest on the links; and so
forth and so forth. It was very de-
pressing. If only he stood In the open,
unhandlcapped; if only he might
throw the gauntlet at Cavenaugh’s
feet the moment they met!
Ah, If he had only attended to his
own affairs! But he hadn’t; and his
Inquisitiveness had plunged him Into
a Chinese tangle from which there
seemed to be no exit. But there was
an exit; only, If at that moment Cas-
sandra had whispered the Secret Into’’
Ills ear, It would have appealed to him
as the most Improbable thing under
the sun. However, there are no trust-
worthy Cassandras these sordid days;
a single look into the future costs a
dollar; and as for Greek choruses,
they trundle push-carts on the East
side.
He had broken bread and eaten salt
at Cavenaugh’s table and now It was
decreed that he must betray him. It
was not a pleasant thought. And still
less pleasant was the thought of tell-
ing Kate (In a roundabout fashion,
It Is true) that her father was not an
honest man. According to financial
ethics, what Cavenaugh did was sim-
ply keen business instinct; nothing
more. If you or I should happen to
bend an odd cornice of the majestic
pillar of law we'd be haled off to the
county jail forthwith; but if we
possessed the skill to smash the whole
fabric, or, rather, to continue the met-
aphor, the whole pillar, the great
world would sit up and admire us.
What are old laws for, anyhow? Build
you never so wisely your law, there
will always be some one to come
along and tack on a nice little amend-
ment, subtly undoing In a moment
what It took years of labor to accom-
plish. In this instance Cavenaugh had
been careless; he had forgotten to in-
troduce his amendment. An infinites-
imal grain of sand will stop the best
regulated clock. The infallible Invari-
ably die on the heels of their first
victory.
On leaving the train, Carrington es-
pied the Cavenaugh station carriage.
The coachman was talking to a little
wiry old man, whose gray eyes twin-
kled and whose complexion was mot-
tled and withered like a wind-fall ap-
plo. Seeing Carrington draw nigb,
the coachman touched his hat re-
tpectfully, while the little old man.
who was rather shabbily dressed,
stepped quickly around the corner of
the platform. Evidently he did not
wish to be Inspected at close range.
Carrington threw his suit-case and
golf-bag into the carriage, and fol-
lowed them. Thereupon the coach-
man touched the horses lightly, and
they started westward at a brisk trot.
"Who's your friend?” aBked Carring
ton, who, though never familiar, was
always friendly toward his inferiors.
"He'S no friend of mine, Bir,” an-
swered the coachman, with well-bred
contempt. “Miss Cavenaugh directed
me to drive you straight to the club,
sir."
"Very well,” replied Carrington,
lighting a cigar and settling back
among the cushions.
immediately he forgot all about the
ahabby old man, and began to Inven-
tory his troubles. He must hide the
papers somewhere. All the evidence
he had, together with the names of
the witnesses, was on his person; for
In making the whole he had prudently
destroyed the numerous scraps. If
this document fell Into alien hands,
i ha trouble would double itself. He
puffed quickly, and the heat of ths
cigar put a smart on his tongue. He
had nothing to do but wait.
On the steps of the club's porte-
cochere he was greeted by Miss Cav-
enaugh, who was simply and tasteful-
ly dressed In white. If there was a
sudden cardiac disturbance in Can
rington's breast, the girl's tender
beauty certainly Justified it. The
fresh color on her cheeks and lips, the
shining black hair that arched a white
forehead, the darkly fringed blue eyes,
the slender, rounded figure, the small
feet and shapely hands, all combined
to produce a picture of feminine love-
liness warranted to charm any mascu-
line eye. Let the curious question
Cavenaugh’s antecedents, if they
were so Inclined, thought Carrington;
here was abundant evidence of what a
certain old poet called the splendid
corpuscle of aristocracy.
Her sister went by the sonorous
name of Norah. She was 17, a bit of
a tomboy, but of the same build and
elegant carriage that distinguished
Kate from ordinary mortals; only
Norab’s eyes were hazel-tinted and
her hair was that warm brown of the
heart of a chestnut bur. She was of
merry temperament, quick to like or
to dislike, and, like her sister, loyal
to those she loved. Both girls pos-
sessed that uncommon gift in women,
tho perfect sense of justice. You
never heard them gossiping about any
body; and when a veranda conversa-
tion drifted toward scandal, the Cav-
enaugh girls invariably drifted to-
ward the farther end of the veranda.
All the men admired them; they were
such good fellows.
The mother of the girls was, as I
have remarked, good-natured and ami-
able, Inclined toward stoutness, and
a willing listener to all that was going
on. She considered it her bounden
duty to keep Informed regarding the
doings of her intimate friends, but
with total lack of malice. At this mo-
ment she occupied her favorite corner
on the club veranda, and was en-
gaged In animated tittle-tattle. She
nodded and smiled at Carrington.
Norah was playing tennis. She
waved her racket at the new arrival.
Carrington was her beau-ideal.
He hurried into the dressing room
and shortly returned in his golf flan-
nels. He was a sturdy chap, not at all
matics. The girl listened, hut with
never a glance at him Rather her
gaze roved over the dancing gray wa-
ters and followed the lonely white sail
that stood out to sea. And when he
reached the climax, silence of some
duration fell upon them.
“Should this man be punished? he
asked at length.
“He Is guilty; he has broken two
laws, the civic and human. Oh, the
poor people!” pathetically. "They are
never at peace; the wolf harries them,
and the Jackal; they are robbed, beat-
en and spurned. They are like sheep,
not knowing how to fight. They ar-
rest a man for his poverty; they ap-
plaud him for his greed. It is all
very wrong.”
The sail fell under the shadow of
„ cloud, and they both watched it
till it flashed into the sunlight again.
"A woman's intuition is sometimes
abnormally keen. You are strong
enough to fight such things without
the advice oY a woman. Is there not
something vital to me in all this? Is
it not—i3 it not my father, John?”
KNEW SOMETHING OF if.
Was Simply and Tastefully Dressed
in White.
handsome, but possessing a counten-
ance full of strong lines. He inspired
your trust and confidence, which is far
better than inspiring your admiration.
"I am not going to play to-day,"
said Kate, “so I'll follow over the
course and watch you play. I haven't
seen you for a whole week; and I
can’t talk and play, too," smiling.
"Forward, then!” cried Carrington,
beckoning to his caddy.
He played a nervous, fidgety game
that afternoon. Every time he teed
his ball the document spoke from his
pocket with an ominous crackle. There
was not one brilliant stroke to his
credit. This puzzled the girl, for only
the previous week he had been run-
ner-up in the annual tournament for
crack amateurs. He made the ninth
hole indifferently, then turned to the
girl, Broiling whimsically.
“You are not playing up to your
form to-day, John,” she observed.
"I admit it,” he replied, tossing his
club to the caddy, who, well versed
in worldly affairs, serenely shouldered
the bag and made off toward the club-
house. "My heart isn't in the game,
Kate. The fact Is, I’m in a peck of
trouble." He determined to tell her
at once. There might not be another
opportunity like this.
“Why, John!” reproachfully.
“Oh, it came only yesterday. I
haven't been hiding it. I’m In a kind
of pocket, and can't exactly see my
way out. I want your advice; and you
must be the jury and judge rolled into
one.”
They were standing on a hill, and
far away they could see the pale line
where the shimmering summer sea
met the turquoise bowl of heaven.
"Tell me what your difficulty Is,
John, and I will judge it the best 1
know how."
He never knew what a simple,
beautiful name John was till it fell
from the lips of this girl. Many called
him Jack; but only his mother and
this girl called him John. He mo-
tioned toward the sandbox, and they
sat down. The other players were
well scattered about, out of hearing.
He made out his case skillfully
enough, giving his plaintiff and de-
fendant fictitious names. The thing
grew so real to him, as he went on,
that toward the end be rose to the
CHAPTER II.
Carrington faced her swiftly. He
had not expected this. There was
something in her handsome eyes that
barred the way to subterfuge. The
lie died unspoken, and he dropped his
gaze and began to dig up the turf with
the toe of his shoe.
“Is it my father, John?”
"Yes. Oh, Kate," with a despairing
gesture, "I'm the most miserable fel-
low alive! To think that this should
fall Into my handB, of all hands In the
world!"
“Perhaps It is better so," quietly.
‘Nothing is without purpose. It
might have come to test your honesty.
But you are sure, John; It Is not
guesswork?”
"All the evidence Is in my pocket.
Say the word, and the wind shall car-
ry it down to the sea. Say the word,
heart o’ mine!”
He made a quick movement toward
his pocket, but she caught hia arm.
"Do nothing foolish or hasty, John.
Tearing up the evidence would not
undo what is done. Sooner or later
murder will out. If my father is culp-
able, if in his thoughtless greed for
money he has robbed the poor, he
must be made to restore what he has
taken. I know my father; what he has
done appears perfectly legitimate to
him. Can he be put In prison?”
“It all depends upon how well he
defends himself," evasively.
She went on. "I have been dreading
something like this; so it Is no great
surprise to me. He is money-mad,
money-mad; and he hears, sees, thinks
nothing but money. But It hurts,
John; I am a proud woman. My
grandfather—” Her Ups shut sudden-
ly. "Money!” with a passionate wave
of the hand. "How I hate the name
of it, the sound of it, the thought of It!
I love my father,” with a defiant
pride; “he has always been tender
and kind to me; and I should not be
of his flesh and blood had I not the
desire to shield and protect him.”
“The remedy is simple and close at
hand,” suggested Carrington, gently.
“Simple, but worthy of neither of
us. I abhor anything that Is not whol-
ly honest. It is one of those strange
freaks of nature (who holds herself
accountable to no one) to give to me
honesty that is the sum total of what
should have been evenly distributed
among my ancestors. If I were to tell
all I know, all I have kept locked in
my heart—”
"Don't do it, girl; it wouldn’t matter
in the least. Eou are you; and that
is ail there it to love. Why, I could
not love you less if your great-great-
grandfather was a pirate," lightly.
"Love asks no questions; and ances-
tors worry me not at all; they are all
comfortably dead,"
“Not always. But if my perception
of honor were less keen, I should
laugh at what you call your evidence.”
''Laugh?”
“Yes, indeed. I very well under-
stand the tremendous power of
money."
"Not more than I,” sadly.
Williams (shaking his fountain
pen)—You have no Idea how easily
these pens run!
His Neighbor (applying a blotter to
his trousers)—Oh, I hare an Inkling.
Spoken from Experience.
It was the grammar class and the
teacher had asked for words ending
with "ous." "Can any one, she said,
-give me a word like 'dangerous^
meaning full of danger, 'hazardous,
full of hazard?”
There was silence for a moment.
Then a boy in the back row put up
his hand. j««
“Well, Bobby, what is your word.
“Please, Miss,” came the reply,
“pious, full of pie!”
New England English.
Complaint was made to a local man
by one of his employes that boys who
were swimming in a pond were caus-
ing quite a nuisance. The owner of
the property gave the man the priv -
lege of putting up a sign, as he had
asked pern <ssion to do it. The no-
tlce reads ad follows:
"No Lolling or Swimmig on Th*a®
Growns-Order by--• If Catched
Law Will be Forced.”-Berkshlre
Courier.
The Lost Ring-
Woman lived in Rackinsack, had a
ringworm on her back,
Said she wouldn't care a snatch, but
was where she couidn t scratch.
Therefore she could not endure, had
to have aid quick and sure.
One box of Hunt’s Cure, price 50c, did
the work. It always dees. It’s guar-
anteed. _____
The advantage of living does not
consist in length of days, but in the
right improvement of them. Mont-
aigne. ______________
Imitations are all bought by careless
folk. Yet one glance shows you the
spear of real Wrigley’s Spearmint
A man may live Justly by avoiding
what he blames in others.—Montaigne.
IF YOU USE BAKU BLUE,
Get Red Cross Ball Blue, the best Ball
Blue. Large 2 oz. package only 5 cents.
Life has one great purpose,
growth of character.—Wesley.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WARNED BY THE DENTIST,
Dlra Results of Biting Thread Worth
Taking to Heart.
"I’ll never be able to do much for
you," said the dentist, "till you quit
biting your thread."
“Dear me,” said the woman, “that re-
minds me of the days when grand-
mother threatened me with a whip-
ping if I didn't quit biting my nails."
“One habit is just as reprehensible
as the other,” said the dentist. "You
ought to be able to see you own teeth,
then you would realize that you de-
serve a good scolding. The edges are
as uneven as a saw. Now, if you were
a professional dressmaker, or a fac-
tory hand you would know better than
to bite your thread. They seldom do
it. They have learned the art of snip-
ping It off with the scissors without
loss of time, and don’t have to mal-
treat their teeth. It is you women who
do a good deal of sewing in a non-
professional capacity who think the
quickest way to break a thread is to
bite it. That may be good for the
progress of the work, but It Is bad for
the teeth.
“Fortunately, you can't bite with the
whole mouthful of teeth at the same
time, so most of them escape. Those
that really do the work are the incis-
ors on either side. They are In a ter-
ribly bad fix. Tho enamel Is worn off,
the ridges and corrugations are an
eighth of an inch deep, and—"
"Oh, don’t tell me anything more,
•lo/t Iha ..v___ .. r.
Libby's Cooked
Corned Beef
There’s a marked distinc-
t i o n between Libby's
Oooked Oornod
Boot and even 'the best
that’s sold in bulk.
Evenly and mildly cured
and scientifically cooked in
Libby’s Groat White
Kttohen, all the natural
flavor of the fresh, prime
beef is retained. It is pure
wholesome, delicious and
ready to serve at meal time,
Saves work and worry in
summer.
Other Libby “Healthful”
Meal-Time-Hints, all ready
to serve, are:
Paorloss Dried Beef
Vienna Sausage
Voa!Loaf
Evaporated Milk
Baked Beans
Ohow Ohow
Mixed Ptokles
“Purity goes hand in hand
with Products of the Libby
brand”.
Write for free Booklet,—
“How to make Good
Things to Eat”.
Insist o n
Ubby’s at
your grocers.
Ubby, McNeill
& Ubby
O h to a s»
d
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cried the woman. "You frighten me.
------- — iuu uigiiLen me.
Just fix up my shattered teeth the
beBt you know how, and I promise
never to bite another thread.”
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