The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 23, Ed. 1 Friday, October 9, 1914 Page: 2 of 8
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tide* the body. A young woman who ac-
companied W ran da 11 to the Inn and sub-
sequently dlenpeeared. la Si^YoX
Mrs. Wrandall starts bach for New Tort
W an auto during a blinding anew ,torm-
On tha way ah* meets a young woman in
the road who proved to be ‘he woman
who klrtrd Wmodal!. Feel ng that the
girl had done her a eervlee In r ddlng her
the man who though aha lo»ed J11™
deeply, hod eauaed her F“l •J'Jr
Mrs Crandall determlnea to shield her
and takea her to her own home Mra.
Wrandall haara tha atory of Hetty caa
Melon's life, rwr.pt that portion that ro-
Utea to Wrandall This and the atory of
co^ywortr, /9/2
"It come by post thla evening from
London. She la merely a fourth coualn,
my eon.”
He looked up with a gleam of in-
tereat In his eye.
The Hollow
of Her Hand
Georofe Barr McCutcheon
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CHAPTER XIV.
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blllty fer revenge on the Wrandalla
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that ho lo madly In rove with Hour Bara
arranfo* with Booth to paint aplfturo.of
Hetty Booth ha* a haunting feeHn*that
no ha* *o«n Hatty bofore. Looking
through a *port folio of pl<Aure. by an un-
known English arttot he Unde ene of
Hi
forty. He apeak a to her about It.
doctar** It nuit bo a picture of Hetty
CHrnn. an Engtlah aotraaa who raaemWea
but tha I at tar declares that aha ran never
marry aa thara la an Utaunnouatabl. bar-
rier In tha way Hatty admit, to Sara
that aha levea Booth. 4ara ,thJi
Hatty null marry Lealle. who muet be
made te pay hie brother a debt to tha
gtri Hatty again attempt. to_tell tha
real alary af tha tragedy »d Sara thrjat
ana ta strangle har If aha eaya a word.
Sara In.alt. Matty by revealing that all
thla time aha haa believed IWty to have
sinned In har relation, with fhalUa Wnin-
dall. later aba realises that Hatty la 1m
nooant Laalle again propoae. to Hetty
and le relertert. Hatty prepare! to leave
Bara declaring that after what haa hap-
ponod ah* con remain no long*r.
CHAPTER XIII—Continued.
Leslie did not turn up at his father's
place In the High street that night
until Booth was safely ent of the way
He spent a dismal evening at the boat
club.
His father and mother were In the
library when he came home at half-
past tan. From a dark corner of the
garden he had witnessed Booth's early
departure. Vivian had gone down to
the gate la the low-lying badge with
har visitor. She came In a moment
after Leslie's entrance.
“Hello, Los,” she said, bending an
Inquiring eye upon him. ''Isn't this
early for you?"
Hor brother was standing near tha
Broplaca.
“There's a heavy dew falling, Ma
tar," be said gruffly. "Shan't 1 touch
a match to the kindling T”
His mother came over to him quick-
ly, and laid her hand on his arm.
“Tour coat Is damp.” she said anx-
iously. “Yes, light the fire."
“It's very warm In thla room," said
Mr. Wrandall, looking up from his
book. They were always doing some-
thing for Leslie's comfort.
No one seemed to notice him. Les-
lie knelt and struck s match.
"Well?" said Vivian.
“Well what?" hs demanded without
looking up.
Hls slstsr took a moment for thought.
“Is Hetty coming to stay with us In
July?"
He slued ereot, first rubbing hie
knee ta dUlodge the dust—then hU
palms.
“Ne. she Isn't coming,” hs said. He
drew a very long breath—the first In
several hours—sad then expelled It
vocally. "She has refused to merry
Crossing tha Chsnnel.
Booth, restless with a vague uneasi-
ness that had come over him during
the night, keeping him awake until
nearly dawn, was hard put during the
early hours of tha forenoon to find
occupation for hls Interest until a
seasonable time arrived for appearing
at Southlook. He waB unable to ac-
count for this feeling of uncertainty
and irritation.
At nine he set out to walk over to
Southlook, realizing that he should
have to spend an hour In profitless
gossip with the lodge keeper before
presenting himself at the villa, but
somehow relishing the thought that
even so he would be nearer to Hetty
than It he remained In hls own door-
yard.
Half way there we was overtaken by
Sara's big French machine returning
from the village. The car came to a
standstill as he stepped aside to let
It pass, and Sara herself leaned over
and cordially invited him to get In and
ride home with her.
"What an early bird you are," he ex-
claimed as he took hls seat beside
her.
She was not In a mood for airy per-
siflage. as ha soon discovered.
"Mlsa Castleton haa gone up to
town, Mr. Booth," ahe said rather
lifelessly. “I have Just taken her to
the station. Bhe caught the eight-
thirty."
He was at once sollcltoua. “No bad
news, I hope?” There was no thought
In hls mind that her absence waa
other than temporary.
"She la not coming back, Brandon."
She had not addressed him aa Bran-
don before.
He stared. "You—you mean—” The
words died on hls lips.
"She la not coming back," she re-
peated.
An accusing gleam leaped Into hls
eyes.
"What has happened, Mrs. Wran-
dall?" he asked.
She waa quick to perceive the
change In hls voice and manner.
"She prefers to live apart from me.
That la all."
"When waa thla decision reached T”
‘‘But yesterday. Soon after she came
In from her walk with you.”
Do—do you mean to Imply that
that had anything to do with her leav-
ing your home?" he demanded, with
flush on hls cheek.
She met hls look without flinching
"It was the beginning.”
“You—you crltlclaed her? You took
her to task—”
"I notified her that she waa to marry
Leslie Wrandall If she marries anyone
all," she said In a perfectly level
tone.
"Good Lord. Mra. Wrandall!"
"But ahe la not going to marry Les-
lie."
"I know It—I knew It yesterday," he
cried triumphantly. "She loves me,
Sara. Didn't aha aay as much to
you?”
“Yes. Brandon, ahe loves you. But
she will not be your wife."
"What Is all this mystery? Why
can't she be my wife? What Is there
to prevent?"
She regarded him with dark, lnscru-
"Good heavens, how could you doubt
those honeet, guiltless eyes of—"
She shook her head sadly. "To an
swer you I would have to reveal the
secret that makes It Impossible for
her to become your wife, and that 1
cannot, will not do.”
"la It fair to me?"
"Perhaps not, but it Is fair to her,
and that Is why I must remain silent."
"Before God, 1 shall know the truth
—from her, If not from you—and—”
"If you love her. If you will be kind
to her, you will let her go her way
In peace."
He was struck by the somewhat sin-
ister earnestness of her words.
"Tell me where I may find her,” he
■aid, setting hls jaw.
"It will not be difficult for you to
find her,” she said, frowning, "If you
insist on pursuing her.’’
"You drive her away from your
house, Sara Wrandall, and yet you ex-
pect me to believe that your motives
are friendly. Why should 1 accept
your word as final ?”
“I did not drive her away, nor did
I ask her to stay.”
He stared hard at her.
"Good Lord, what Is the meaning
of all this?" he cried In perplexity?
"What am I to understand?”
Tha car had come to a stop under
the porte cochara. She laid her hand
on hls arm.
“If you will come In with me, Bran-
don, I will try to make things clear
to you."
He left In half an hour, walking rap-
idly down the drive, hls coat buttoned
closely, although the morning was hot
and breathless. He held In hls hand
a small scrap of paper on which was
written: "If I loved you less, I would
come to you now and lie to you. If
you love me, Brandon, you will let me
go my way. It Is the only course.
Sara la my friend, and she Is yours.
Be guided by her, and believe In my
love for you. Hetty."
Mr. Wrandall turned a leaf In hls
book; It sounded like the crack of
Boom, so still had tbs room become.
Vivian had the forethought to push
• chair toward her mother. It was a
moot timely act on her part, for Mrs.
Wrandall sat down vory abruptly and
vary limply.
"She — what?" gasped Leslie's
mother.
"Turned me down—cold," said Lea
Us brtelly.
Mr. Wrandall laid hls book on ths
table without thinking to put the book-
mark In place. Then he arose and
removad hls glasses, fumbling for tha
taae.
"She—ahe—what?” he demanded.
"Sacked me," replied his son.
"Please do not jest with me, Les-
lie," said hie mother, trying to smile.
“He Isn't joking, mother," said Viv-
ian, with a shrug of her flue shoulders
"He—he must be," cried Mra. Wran
dall Impatiently. "What did ahe really
aay, Leslie?"
"The only thing I remember waa
‘goodby,’" said hs, and then blew hls
nose violently.
"Poor old Les!" said Vivian, with
real feeling.
"It waa Sara Oooch’s doing!" ex
claimed Mra. Wrandall, getting her
breath at last
"Nonsense,” said Mr. Wrandall,]
picking up his book onoe more and
turning to the plaoe where the book
mark lay, aftar which ha proceeded to
re-read four er five pagee before dis-
covering hls error.
No one spoke for a matter of five
minutes or more. Tkea Mrs. Wran
dall got up, went ever te the library
table and closed with a snap the bulky
blue book with the limp leather oover,
saying as she held It up to let him
see that It was lb# privately printed
history of the Murgatroyd family i
"She—What?” Gasped Leslie's Mother,
table eyes. Many seconda passed be-
fore she spoke.
"Would you want her for your wife
If you knew aha had belonged to an-
other man?"
He turned very cold. The palms of
hls hands were wet, as with Ice-water.
Something dark seemed to flit before
hls eyes.
"I will not believe that of her," he
said, shaking hls head with an air of
finality.
"That is not an answer to my ques-
tion."
"Yea, I would etlll want her,” he
declared steadily.
"I merely meant to put you to ths
harshest test,” she said, and there was
relief In her votce. “She Is a good
girl, she Is pure 1 asked my question
because until yesterday I had reason
to doubt has.”
And now, as things go in fairy sto-
ries, we should prepare ourselves to
see Hetty pass through a season In
drudgery and hardship, with the ulti-
mate quintessence of joy as the re-
ward for her trials and tribulations.
Happily, this Is not a fairy tale. There
are some things more fantaetio than
fairy tales, if they are not spoiled In
the telling. Hetty did not go forth
to encounter drudgery, disdain and ob-
loquy. By no manner of means 1 She
went with a well-filled purse, a definite
purpose ahead and a determined fac-
tor behind.
In a manner befitting her station as
the Intimate friend of Mrs. Challls
Wrandall, as the cousin of the Murgat-
royds, as the daughter of Colonel Caa-
tleton of the Indian corps, as a per-
son supposed to be possessed of In-
dependent means withal, she went,
with none to queetlon, none to cavil.
Bara had Insisted on this, as much
for her own sake aa for Hetty's; she
argued, and she had prevailed In the
end. What would the world think,
what would their acquaintances think,
and above all what would the high and
mighty Wr&ndalla think If she went
with meek and lowly mien?
Why should they make It possible
for anyone to look askance?
And so It waa that she departed in
state, with a dozen trunks and boxes;
an obsequiously attended seat In the
parlor car was hers; a telegram In
her bag assured her that rooms were
being reserved for herself and maid
at the Rltz-Carlton; alongside It re-
posed a letter to Mr. Carroll, Instruct-
ing him to provide her with aufflclent
funds to carry out tha plan agreed
upon; and In the seat behind sat the
lady's maid who had served her for
a twelvemonth and more.
The timely demise of the venerable
Lord Murgatroyd afforded the most
natural excuse for her trip to England.
The old nobleman gave up the ghost,
allowing for difference In time, at the
very moment when Mrs, Redmond
Wrandall was undoing a certain pack-
age from London, which turned out
to be a complete history of what hls
forbears had done In the way of prop-
agation since the fourteenth century.
Hetty did not find It easy to accom-
modate her pride to the plan which
was to give her a fresh and rather
Imposing start In ths world. She was
to have a full year In which to deter-
mine whether she should accept toll
and poverty as her lot, or emulate the
symbolic example of Dicky, the canary
bird. At the end of the year, unless
ahe did aa Dicky had done, her source
of supplies would be automatically cut
off and she would be entirely depend-
ent upon her own wtta and resources.
In the tnterim she was a probationary
person of leisure. It had required
hours of persuasion on the part of
Sara Wrandall to bring her Into line
with these arrangements.
"But 1 am able and willing to work
for my living," had been Hetty's stub-
born retort to all the arguments
brought to bear upon her.
"Then let me put It In another light
It le vital to me, of course, that you
should keep up the show of affluence
for a while at least. I think 1 have
made that clear to you. But here la
another side to the matter; the ques-
tion of recompense."
"Recompense?" cried Hetty sharply.
"Without your knowing it, I have
virtually held you a prisoner all these
monthB, condemned In my own judg-
ment If not In the sight of the law.
I have taken the law unto myself. You
were not convicted of murder In this
Unitarian court of mine, but of an-
other sin. For fifteen months you
have been living under the shadow of
a crime you did not commit. I was
reserving complete punishment for
you In the shape of an ignoble mar-
riage, which was to have served two
bitter ends. Well, I had the truth
from you. I believe you to be abso-
lutely innocent of the charge 1 held
over you, for which 1 condemned you
without a hearing. Then, why should
I not employ my own means of mak-
ing restitution?”
“You have condescended to believe
in me. That is all I ask.”
True, that It all you ask. But Is
It altogether the fair way out of it?
To illustrate: our criminal laws are
lees kind to ths Innocent than to the
guilty. Our law courts find a man
guilty and he is sent to prison. Later
on, he is found to be Innocent—abso-
lutely innocent. What does the state
do in the premises? It Issues a formal
pardon—a mockery, pure and simple—
and the man is Bet free. It all comes
to a curt, belated apology for an error
on the part of justice. No eubstantial
recompense is offered. He is merely
pardoned for something he didn't do.
The state, which has wronged him,
condescends to pardon him! Think of
it I It is the same as If a man knocked
another down and then said, before he
removed his foot from the victim's
neck: 'I pardon you freely.’ My fa-
ther was opposed to the system we
have—that all countries have—of par-
doning men who have been unjustly
condemned. The innocent victim Is
pardoned In the same manner as the
guilty one who comes in for clemency.
1 accept my father’s contention that
an innocent man should not be Bhamed
and humiliated by a pardon. The
court which tried him should reopen
the case and honorably acquit him of
the crime. Then the state should pay
to this innocent man, dollar for dol-
lar, all that he might have earned dur-
ing hls term of imprisonment, with an
additional amount for the suffering he
has endured. Not long ago In an ad-
joining state a man, who had served
seventeen years of a life sentence for
murder, was found to be wholly inno-
cent. What happened? A pardon was
handed to htm and he walked out of
prison, broken in spirit, health and
purse. His small fortune had been
wiped out in the futile effort to prove
hls Innocence. He gave up seventeen
years of hls life and then was par-
doned for the sacrifice. He should
have been paid for every day spent In
prison. That was the very least they
could have done."
"I see now what you mean." mused
Hetty. “I have never thought of it
in that way before.”
“Well, it comes to this In our case
Hetty: I have tried you all over again
in my own little court and 1 have ac-
quitted you of the charge I had against
you. 1 do not offer you a silly pardon.
You must allow me to have my way
In this matter, to choose my own
means of compensating you for—”
"You saved my life,” protested Het-
ty, shaking her head obstinately.
“My dear, I appreciate the fact that
you are English,” said Sara, with a
weary smile, "but won’t you please see
the point?"
Then Hetty smiled too, and the way
was easier after that for Sara. She
gained her quixotic point, and Hetty
went away from Southlook feeling that
no woman In all the world was so be-
wildering as Sara Wrandall.
When she sailed for England, two
days later, the newspapers announced
that the beautiful and attractive Miss
Castleton was returning to her native
land on account of the death of Lord
Murgatroyd, and would spend the year
on the continent, where probably she
would be Joined later on by Mrs. Wran-
dall. whose period of mourning and
distress had been softened by the con-
stant and loyal friendship of "this ex-
quisite Englishwoman."
Four hundred mllee out at sea she
was overtaken by wireless messages
from three persons.
Brandon Booth's message Bald: "I
am sailing tomorrow on a faster ship
than yours. You will find me waiting
for you on the landing stage." Her
heart gave a leap to dlxxy heights, and,
try as she would, she could not crush
it back to the depths In which It had
dwelt for days.
The second bit of pale green paper
contained a cry from a most unexpect-
ed source: "Cable your London ad
dress. S. refuses to give It to me. I
think I understand the situation. We
want to make ameads for what you
have had to put up with during the
year. She has shown her true nature
at last" It was signed "Leslie.'
From Sara came these cryptlo
words: "For each year of famine there
will come seven years of plenty."
All the way across the Atlantic she
lived in a state of subdued excitement.
Conflicting emotions absorbed her
waking hours but her dreams were all
of one complexion: rosy and warm
and full of s Joyousness that dls
tressed her vastly when she recalled
them to mind In
be on the landing stage. In any event,
she was bound to find unhappiness.
If' he were there her Joy would be
short-lived and blighting; If he were
not there, her disappointment would
be equally hard to bear.
He was there. She saw him from
the deck of the tender as they edged
up to the landing. His tall figure
loomed In the front rank against the
rail that held back the crowd; his
sun-bronzed face wore a look of eager
expectancy; from her obscured posi-
tion in the shadow of the deck build-
ing, purposely chosen for reasons only
too obvious, she could even detect the
alert, ewift-moving scrutiny that he
fastened upon the crowd.
Later on, he stood looking down
Into her serious blue eyes; her hands
were lying limp in hls. Hls own eyes
were dark with earnestness, with the
restraint that had fastened Itself upon
him. Behind her stood the respectful
but immeasurably awed maid, who
could not, for the life of her, under-
stand how a man could be on both
sides of the Atlantia at one and the
same time.
"Thank the Lord. Hetty, say I, foi
the live-day boats,” he was saying.
“You should not have come, Bran-
don,” she cried softly, and the look
of misery In her eyes was tinged with
a glow she could not suppress. “It
only makes everything harder for me.
1—I— Oh, I wUh you had not come!
"But isn’t It wonderful?" he cried,
“that 1 should be here and waiting for
foul It Is almost Inconceivable. And
you were In the act of running away
from me, too. Oh, I have that much
of the tale from Sara, so don’t look
so hurt about It”
“I am so sorry you came," she re-
peated, her Up trembling.
Noting her emotion, he gave her
hands a fierce, encouraging pressure
and immediately released them.
“Come," he said gently; “I have
booked for London. Everything Is ar-
ranged. I Shall see to your luggage,
Let me put you in the carriage first”
As she sat in the railway carriage
waiting for him to return, she tried
In a hundred ways to devise a means
of escape, and yet she had never loved
him so much as now. Her heart was
sore, her desolation never so complete
aa now.
He came back at laat and took hls
seat beside her In the compartment,
fanning himself with his hat The maid
very discreetly stared out of the win-
dow at the hurrying throng of travel-
ers on the platform.
"How I love you, Hetty—how I
adore you!” Booth whispered passion-
ately.
"Oh, Brandon!"
"And I don’t mean to give you up.”
he added, hls lean Jaw setting hard.
"You must—oh, you must,” she cried
miserably. “1 mean It, Brandon—”
“What are your plans?" asked he.
"Please don’t ask me," she pleaded.
"You must give it up, Brandon. Let
me go my own way."
“Not until I have the whole story
from you. You eee, 1 am not easily
thwarted, once I set my heart on a
thing. I gathered this much from
Sara: the object is not Insurmount-
able."
"She—said—that?" >
"In effect, yes," he qualified.
“What did she tell you?" demanded
Hetty, laying her hand on hls arm.
"I will confess she didn't reveal the
secret that you consider a barrier, but
she went so far as to say that It was
He Stood Looking Down Into Her Se-
rious Blue Eyes.
houre. During the day she Intermit-
tently hoped and feared that he would
very dark and dreadful,” he said light-
ly. They were speaking In very low
tones. "When I pinned her down to
It, ehe added that It did not In any
sense bear upon your honor. But
there Is time enough to talk about thla
later on. For the present let's not
discuss the past. 1 know enough of
your history from your own Ups as
well as what little I could get out
of Sara, to feel sure that you are
In a way, drifting. 1 Intend to look
after you, at least until you find your-
self. Your sudden break with Sara
has been explained to me. Leelte
Wrandall Is at the back of It Sara
told me that ehe tried to force you
to marry him. I think you did quite
the early morning j right In going away aa you did, but
“Yes, It was most fair," she said,
compressing her lipe.
He frowned.
"We can’t possibly be of the same
opinion," he said Beriously.
"You wouldn't say that If you knew
everything.”
"How long do you Intend to stay In
London?"
“I don't know. When does this train
arrive there?”
At four o'clock. I think. Will you
go to an hotel or to friends?" He put
the question very delicately.
She smiled faintly. "You mean the
Murgatroyde?"
"Your father is here, 1 am informed.
And you muet have other frlende oi
relatives who—"
"I shall go to a small hotel I know
near Trafalgar square,” she Interrupt-
ed quietly. "You must not come there
to see me, Brandon.”
"1 shall expect you to dine with ma
at—say Prince’s this evening,” was
hls response to this.
She shook her head and then turned
to look out of the window. He sal
back In hls seat and for many milea
with deep perplexity In his eyes, stud-
ied her half-averted face. The old
uneasiness returned. Was this ob-
stacle, after all, so great that It could
not be overcome?
They lunched together, but wen
singularly reserved all through the
meal. A plan was growing In her
brain, a cruel but effective plan that
made her despise herself and yet con-
tained the only means of escape from
an even more cruel situation.
He drove with her from the station
to the email hotel off Trafalgar square.
There were no rooms to be had. II
was the week of Ascot and the city
was Btlll crowded with people who
awaited only the royal sign to break
the fetters that bound them to Lon-
don. Somewhat perturbed, she al-
lowed him to escort her to several ho-
tel* of a like character. Failing In
each case, she was In despair. At
last she plucked up the courage to
say to him, not without constraint and
embarrassment:
“I think. Brandon, If you were to
allow me to apply alone to one ol
these places I could get In without
much trouble.”
“Good Lord!” he gasped, going very
red with dismay. “What a tool I—"
"I'll try the Savoy,” she said quick)
ly, and then laughed at him. Hls fans
was the picture of distress.
"I shall come for you tonight al
eight,” he said, stopping the taxi al
once. "Goodby till then."
He got out and gave directions te
the chauffeur. Then he did a very
strange thing. He hailed another taxi
and, climbing In, started off In ths
wake of the two women. From a
point of vantage near the corridor
leading to the "American bar,” he saw
Hetty sign her slips and move oil
toward the left Whereupon, seeing
that she was quite out of the way, ha
approached the manager's office and
aBked for accommodatons.
"Nothing left sir,”
"Not a thing?"
"Everything has been taken for
weeks, sir. I’m Borry.”
"Sorry, too. I had hoped you might
have something left for a friend who
expects to stop hers—a MIbb Castle-
ton."
"Miss Castleton has Just applied.
We could not give her anything.”
"Eh?"
"Fortunately we could let her havs
rooms until eight this evening. We
were more than pleased to offer them
to her for a few hours, although they
are reserved for parties coming down
from Liverpool tonight"
Booth tried the Cecil and got a mosi
undesirable room. Calling up tha
Savoy on the telephone, he got her
room. The maid answered. She In-
formed him that Miss Caetleton had
Just that Instant gone out and would
not return before seven o'clock.
"I suppose ehe will not remove her
trunks from the station until ehe finds
a permanent place to lodge,” he in-
quired. "Can 1 be of any service?"
"I think not sir. She left no word,
sir.”
He hung up the receiver and
straightway dashed over to the Savoy,
hoping to catch her before she left the
hotel. Just Inside the door he came
to an abrupt stop. She was at ths
news and ticket booth In the lobby,
closely engaged In conversation with
the clerk. Presently the latter took
up the telephone, and after a brief con-
versatlon with some one at the othei
end, turned to Hetty and nodded hls
head. Whereupon she nodded her own
adorable head and began the search
for her purse. Booth edged around
to an obscure spot and saw her pay
for and receive something In return.
"By Jove!" he said to hlmselt
amazed.
Bhe paazed near him, without seeing
him, and went out Into the court. Hs
watched her turn Into the Strand.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
on the other hand, waa It quite fair to
met"
Purpose Doubtful.
1 m puzzled about thla custom of
eating to music.’’
"How's that?"
“I can't understand whether the
food le Intended to keep your mind
off the music or the muslo Is Intended
to keep your mind off the feed. ’—
Musician
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Keyes, Chester A. The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 23, Ed. 1 Friday, October 9, 1914, newspaper, October 9, 1914; Jones, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc859834/m1/2/: accessed April 17, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.