The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 30, Ed. 1 Friday, December 9, 1910 Page: 2 of 4
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Admitted.
"Women already do a lot of par
ernlng," said Mrs. O. H. P llelmont,
the brilliant suffrage leader, In an
Interview In New York. “Men, If
they are observant and frank, admit
that.
“An editor, about to marry, was
asked by a friend:
" 'What prompted you, old mnn, to
propose to Miss Dnsli?’
"The editor, who was, like all ed-
itors, extremely observant and ex-
tremely frank, answered:
" 'Well, to tell you the truth, I think
Miss Dash prompted me more than
Rnybody else.'"
Ancient City Modernized.
Tarsus, the ancient city in Asia Ml-
»ior, where the apostle Paul was born,
is now Illuminated by electricity. The
power Is taken from the Cydnus river.
54-40
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BY JBMERfON HOUGH
AUTHOR. Or THE MJ» I)’,f'IPPI BUBBLE
IILWTRATIONJ' by MAGNUJ’ G.ICETTNER_
COPYRIOHT 1909 &MERRILL
SYNOPSIS.
The* Htory in told by NIHiola* Trlat. His
-yunus river, chief. Senator John Calhoun, ofTered the
Thor© are now In Tarsus 450 electric portfolio of Secretary of Btute in Tyler’s
street lights nnd about 600 lncandea- f^h'o'rt‘ValhouK Ward ,,'a, hl* tlmo
cent lights for private use.
Important to Motnern
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTOKIA, a safe and sure remedy for
infanta and children, and see that it
Ja Use For Over 30 Years.
The Kind You Have Always Bought.
A Meritorious Act.
Mr. Cynic—Tell me one thing you
ever did for your fellow men?
Mr. Optlm—This morning I kicked
a banana peel off a sidewalk—Judge.
that his tlmo
declares that he Is not
m
ready to die. and If lie accepts Tyler’s of-
thii* ~ wmmm -
Union. He p
th regard to
Hitz
fer it meat
be added t
thp Intent
Mexico throuKh Bu
cet
tid Oregon must
!a pf
ns of England wl
to the
tlona o
[exlco through Huron
>y and reputed mist
[nbuHsador, Pakenhai
plans to
it Texus and
Union. He
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ness Von Kltz. sec
f the Engl
Splendid Crops
In Saskatchewan (Wastarn Canada)
800 Bushels from 20 acres
of wheat was the threaher's
return from a Lloyd-
I minster farm In the
n of 1910.
ecrot
ress of the English
msaador, Pakenham. Nicholas Is sent
to bring the lmroness to Calhoun’s apart-
ments and misses a meeting with his
sweetheart. Elizabeth Churchill. While
searching for the baroness’ house a car-
riage dashes up and Nicholas is Invited to
enter. The occupant is the baroness, who
sayM she Is being pursued. The purs
are shaken off. Nicholas Is Invited
tho house and delivers Calhoun’s message.
He notes that the buroness has lost u
slipper.
CHAPTER VI.
The Boudoir of the Baroness.
A woman’s counsel brought us first to
Woe.—Dryden. *
season of 1910. Many
fields In that as well us
other districts yield-
ed from 25 to 35 bu
shels of wheat to the
•ere. Other grains in
proportion.
LARGE PROFITS
arm thus derived
from the FREE
STEAD LANDS
f Western Canada.
This excellent showing causes
prices to advanco. Land values
Should double In two years' time
Grain grow lug,rafted farm
Jng, cattle raising and dairy-
ing are all profitable. Free
If oiliest cuds of 1 60 acres are
be hail In the very best
district#: 160 acre pre-emp-
tions at 93.00 per acre with-
in certain areas. Nchools aiul
churcliet
dn areas. Hchools and
i*s In every settle-
eltmate unexcelled,
inent, climate
soil the richest; ■
and building
plentiful.
wood, water
plentiful. "
. For particulars as to location,
low settlers' railway rates and
"Last^ist Westland othor'lii'-
fortout Ion, writs to Hup’tof Immi-
gration, Ottawa, Canada, or to
Canadian Government Agent.
CANADIAN GOVfRNMENT AGENT
Na 125 W. Math Street Kuui Cty.
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Wholesale Dry Goods
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Bend us your mal 1 ordew.
Oklahoma City
Lee Huckin’s Hotel
European Kates fi.oo per day.
Popular price Cafe in connection.
"Wait!" idle said. “We shall have
candles." She clapped her hands
sharply, and ngain there entered the
silent old serving woman, who, obedi-
ent to a gesture, proceeded to light
additional candles in tho prism stands
and sconces. The apartment was now
distinct ill nil its details under this
additional flood of light. Decently
as I might I looked about. I was
forced to stifle the exclamation of sur-
prise which rose to my lips.
| Here certainly was European luxury
transferred to our shores. This in sim-
ple Washington, with Its vast white
unfinished capital, its piecemeal miles
of mixed residences, and hovels! I
fancied stern Andrew Jackson or plain
John Calhoun here!
The furniture I discovered to be
exquisite in detail, of rosewood and
mahogany, with many brass chasings
and carvings, after the fashion of the
empire, and here and there florid orna-
mentation following that of the court of
the earlier Louis. Fanciful little clocks
with carved scrolls stood about. Here
and there a divan and couch showed
elaborate care in comfort. Beyond a
lace-screened grille I saw an alcove—
doubtless cut through the original par-
tition wall between two of these hum-
ble houses—and within tills stood a
high tester bed, its heavy mahogany
posts beautifully carved, the couch
Itself piled deep with foundations of
T know not what of down and spread
most daintily with a coverlid of am-
ber satin, whose edges fringed out al-
most to the floor. At the other ex-
tremity, screened off as in a distinct
apartment, there stood a small couch,
a Napoleon bed, with carved ends,
furnished more simply, but with equal
richness.
One resented the liberties England
took in establishing this manner of
menage in our simple city, and ar-
rogantly taking for granted our ignor-
ance regarding It; but none the less
one was forced to commend the
thoroughness shown. My first impres-
sion wag that of surprise; my Becond,
as 1 have said, a feeling of resentment
at the presumption which Installed all
this in our capital of Washington.
1 presume my thought may have
j been reflected in some manner in my
; face. I heard a gentle laugh, and
i turned about. She sat there in a great
! carved chair, smiling, her white arms
j stretched out on the rails, the fingers
Just gently curving.
She had thrown back over the rail
of the chair the rich cloak which
covered her in the carriage, and sat
now In the full light, in the splendor
of satin and lace and gems, her arms
bare, her throat and shoulders white
and bare, her figure recognized gra-
ciously by every line of a superb
gowning such as we had not yet
learned on this side of the sea.
She did not speak at first, but sat
and smiled, studying, I presume, to
find what stuff I was made of.
' He seated, pray," she said at last.
"Let us talk over this matter."
Obedient to her gesture. I dropped
Into a chair opposite to her, she her-
self not varying her posture and still
regarding me with the laugh In her
half-closed eyes.
"What do you think of my little
place?" she asked finally.
“Two things, madam,” said I, half
sternly. If it belonged to a man, and
Your» for uni-
formity.
Yours for great-
est leavening
power.
Yours for never
failing results.
Yours for purity.
Yours for economy.
i Yours for every-
thing that goes to
make up a strictly
high grade, ever-
dependable baking
powder.
That is Calumet. Try
it once and note the im-
provement in yonr bak-
ing, See how much more
economical over the high-
priced trust brands, how
much better than the cheap
and big-can kinds.
Calumet is highest in quality
—moderate in coat.
Received Highest Award-
World’s Pure Food
Exposition.
In the Splendor of Satin and Lace and Gems.
fering amusement, this little journey
with me to-night to meet my chief.
You have his message. I am hfs mes-
senger, and, believe m^, quite at your
service In any way you may suggest.
Let us be frank. If you are agent, so
am I. See; I have come into your
camp. Dare you not come into ours?
Come; it Is an adventure to see a tall,
thin old man in a dressing gown and
a red woolen nightcap. So you will
find my chief; and in apartments
much different from these."
She took up the missive with its
broken seal. "So your chief, as you
call him, asks me to come to him, at
midnight, with you, a stranger?’’
“Precisely. Could you go to the
office of a United States senator and
possible cabinet minister In broad day-
light and the fact not be known?
Could he come to your apartments in
broad daylight and that fact not be
known? What would 'that man
Pakenham’ suspect in either case? Be-
lieve me, my master is wise. Greaf
necessity sets aside conventions, sets
aside everything. Come, then!"
But still she only sal und smiled at
me. I felt that purple and amber
glow, the emanation of her person-
ality, of her senses, creeping around
me again as she leaned forward final-
ly, her parted red-bowed lips dis-
closing her delicate white teeth. I
saw the little heave of her bosom,
whether in laughter or emotion 1
could not tell. 1 was young. Resent-
ing the spell which I felt coming upon
me, all I could do was to reiterate my
demand for hUBte. She was not in the
least impressed by this.
"Come!" she said. "I am pleased
with these Americans. Yes, I am not
displeased with this little adventure."
I rose impatiently, and walked apart
in the room. "You cannot evade me,
madam, so eusily as you did tins Mexi-
can gentleman who followed you. You
have him in the net also? Is not the
net full enough?"
"Never!" she Bald, her head sway-
ing slowly from side to side, her face
Inscrutable. "Am I not a woman?
Ah, am I not?"
“Madam,” suld 1, whirling upon her,
"let me, at least, alone. I am too
small game for you. I am but a mes-
I-et us arrive
to a minister plenipotentiary, I should
not approve it. If It belonged to a lady I senger. Time passes,
of means and u desire to see the lands ; at our business."
! of Ulls n“>*world. I should approve it "What would you do if J refused to
| very much. go with you?" she asked, still smiling
She loused at me with eyes slightly at me. But I saw that her attitude to-
1 T,RTiow«d, but no trace of perturbation ^ ward me held no more than that of a
it was no, bird of prey and some little creature
crossed her face. I saw
ordinary woman with whom we had
to do.
"But," 1 went on, "in any case and
at all events, I should say that the
bird confined in such a cage, w here | first what I wili do if
is so imperative.
well within Its power. It made me
angry to be so rated.
“You ask me whut l should do?" 1
retorted sn\ agely, “J ohall tell you
von .....
your refusal. 1 will take you with me,
and so keep my engagement with my
chief. Keep away froip the bell rope!
Remain silent! Do not move! You
should go if I had to carry you there
in a sack—because that is my er-
rand!"
"Oh, listen nt him threaten!" she
laughed still. "And he despises my
to j poor little castle here In the side
eecroey is so imperative, would at
times find weariness—would, in fact,
wish to escape to other employment.
You, madam”—-I looked at iter direct-
ly—"are a woman of so much intellect
j that you could not be content merely
' to live."
I "No." she said, "I would not he con-
! tent merely to live."
"Precisely. Therefore, sin
make life worth the living there must | street, where half the time I am
be occasionally a trifle of spice, a bit I lonely! What would monsieur do If
! of adventure, either for man or worn-, monsieur were In my place—and if I
j tn. I suggest to you. as somethin* of-! were in monsieur's place? But, bah!
you would not have me following you
in the first hour we met, boy!"
I flushed again hotly at this last
'word. "Madam may discontinue the
thought of my boyhood; I am older
than she. But If you ask me what
I would do with a woman if I followed
her, or if she followed me, then I will
tell you. If I owned this place and all
In It, I would tear down every picture
from these walls, every silken cover
from yonder couches! I would rip
out these walls and put back the ones
that once were here! A house of logs
far out In the countries that I know
would do for you, madam!" I went on
hotly. “You should forget the touch
of silk and lace. No neighbor you
should know until I was willing. Any
man who followed you should meet
me!”
"Excellent! What then?”
"Then, madam the baroness,
would in turn build you a palace, one
of logs, and would make you a most
excellent couch of the husks of corn.
You should cook at my fireplace, and
for me!”
She smiled slowly past me, at me.
“Pray be seated," she said. "You in-
terest me.”
“It is late,” I reiterated. “Come!
Must I do "some of these things—force
you into obedience—carry you away
in a sack? My master cannot wait.”
She smiled, lazily extending her
flawless arms and looking down at
them, at all of her splendid figure, as
though in Interested examination. "I
am alone so much—so bored!” she
went on. "And Sir Richard Paken-
ham is so very, very fat. Ah, God!
You cannot guess how fat he is. But
you, you are not fat." She looked me
over critically, to my great uneasiness.
"All the more reason for doing as I
have suggested, madam; for Mr. Cal-
houn is not even so fat as I am. Tills
little Interview with my chief, 1 doubt
not, will prove of interest. Indeed”—
I went on seriously and intently—“I
venture to say this much without pre-
suming on my station: the talk which
you will have with my chief to-night
will show you things you have never
known, give you an interest in living
which perhaps you have not felt. If
I am not mistaken, you will find much
in common between you and my mas-
ter. I speak not to the agent of Eng-
land, but to the lady Helena von Ritz."
“He Is old," she went on. "He is
very old. His face is thin and blood-
less and fieshless. He is old."
“Madam," 1 said, "his mind is young,
his purpose young, his ambition young;
and ills country Is young. Is not the
youth of all these things still your
own?"
She made no answer, but sat mv-
sing, drumming lightly on the ehrir
arm. 1 was reaching for her cloak.
Then at once I caught a glimpse of
her stockinged foot, the toe of which
slightly protruded from beneath her
hall gown. She saw the glance and
laughed.
“Poor feet," sho said. "Ah, mes
pauvres pieds la! You would like to
_TAKE A POSE OF
Tor COUC HS a COLDS
the fringe of the satin counterpane 1
found a box of boots, slippers, all man-
ner of footwear, daintily and neatly
arranged. Taking out a pair to my
fancy, I carried them out and knelt
before her.
"Then, madam," said I, “since you
insist on this, 1 shall choose. America
is not Europe. , Our feet here have
rougher going and must be shod for
it. Allow me!”
Without the least hesitation in the
world, or the least immodesty, she half
protruded the foot which still retained
its slipper. As I removed this latter,
through some gay impulse, whose na-
ture 1 did not pause to analyze, I half
mechanically thrust it Into the side
pocket of my coat.
“This shall be security,” said I,
"that what you speak with my master
shall be the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.”
There was a curious deeper red In
her cheek. I saw her bosom beat the
faster rhythm.
“Quite agreed!” she answered. But
she motioned me away, taking the
stout boot in her own hand and turn-
ing aside as she fastened it. She
looked over her shoulder at me now
and again while thus engaged.
"Tell me,” she said gently, "what
security do I have? You come, by
ray invitation, it is true, but none the
less an intrusion, into my apartments.
You demand of me something which
no man has a right to demand. Be-
cause I am disposed to be gracious,
and because I am disposed to be en-
nuye, and because Mr. Pakenham is
fat, I am willing to take into consid-
eration what you ask. I have never
seen a thin gentleman in a woolen
nightcap, and I am curious. But no
gentle man plays games with a lady in
which the dice are loaded for himself.
Come, \yhat security shall I have?”
I did not pretend to understand her.
Perhaps, after all, we all had been
misinformed regarding her? I could
not tell. But her spirit of camaraderie,
her- good-fellowship, her courage, quite
aside from her personal, charm, had I
now begun to Impress me.
“Madam,” said I, feeling in my |
pocket; "no heathen has much of this j
world’s goods. AH my possessions
would not furnish one of these rooms.
I cannot offer gems, as does Senor J
Yturrio—but, would this be of service
—until to-morrow? That will leave
him and me with a slifiper each. It is j
with reluctance X pledge to return
mine!”
By chance I had felt in my pocket 1 *ent to our union?”
a little object which I had placed j “He does, Rodolphus
there that very day for quite another
purpose. It was only a little trinket
of Indian manufacture, which I had
intended to give Elizabeth that very
evening; a sort of cloak clasp, orig-
inally made as an Indian blanket
fastening, with two round discs ground
out of shells and connected by beaded
thongs. The trinket was curious,
though of small value. The baroness
looked at it with interest.
“How it reminds me of this heathen
country!" she said. “Is this all that
your art can do in jewelry? Yet It is
beautiful. Come, will you not give it
to me?”
“Until to-morrow, madam.”
“No longer?"
“I cannot promise it longer. I must,
unfortunately, have it back when 1
send a messenger—I shall hardly come
myself, madam.”
"Ah!” she scoffed. “Then it belongs
to another woman?”
“Yes, it is promised to another.”
“Then this is to be the last time we
meet?”
“I do not doubt It."
“Are you not sorry?"
"Naturally, madam!”
She sighed, laughing as she did so.
Yet I could not evade seeing the
curious color on her cheek, the rise
and fall of the laces over her bosom.
Utterly self-possessed, -satisfied with
life as It had coins to her, without il-
lusion as to life, absorbed in the great
game of living and adventuring—so I
should have described her. Then why
should her heart beat one stroke faster
now? I dismissed that question, and
rebuked my eyes, which I found con-
tinually turning toward her.
She motioned to a little table near
by. “Put the slipper there," she said.
“Your little neck clasp, also.” Again |
I obeyed her.
“Stand there!” she said, motioning
to the opposite side of the table; and
I did so. “Now,” said she, looking at
me gravely, "I am going with you to
see this man whom you call your
chief. The favor may mean as much
on one side as on the other—I shall
not tell you why. But we shall play
fair until, as you say, perhaps to-mor-
row. After that—”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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NOT PAGE FROM A ROMANCE
Conversation, However, Reads a
Whole Lot More Like a Scene
In Real Life.
“And so your father refuses to con-
The sad youth swallowed a sob.
"Is there nothing left for us. then,
but an elopement?" said he.
“Nothing.”
“Do you think, Clementine, that you
could abandon this luxurious home,
forget all the enjoyments of great
wealth, banish yourself forever from
your devoted parents' hearts, and go
west with a poor young man U> enter
a home cf lifeless poverty and self-
denial?”
“1 could, Rodolphus.”
The sad youth rose wearily and
reach for his hat.
"Then," said he, “you are far from
being the practical girl I have all
along taken you to be."
And with one last look around on
the sumptuousness that some day he
j had hoped to share, ho swbbed end
j said farewell.—Browning's Magazine.
Some Consolation.
Mrs. Gramercy—My husband If
anxious to get rid of me.
Mrs. Park—Don't cry, dear, in that
case he won’t haggle over the ali-
mony.—Smart Set. •
Some women Jump at conclusions,
because Giey want to Bee how the
story Is going to end.
Not as Bad as He Had Feared.
"1 should think,” said the beautiful
young widow, “you would resent Mr.
Brown’s remarks concerning you.”
"What has he been saying about
me?” asked Senator Piffle.
“Ho snys you are a politician anu
them bruised by the hard going in
some heathen country? See, you travel not a statesman.”
no carriage, and mine is gone. I have I "Oh, pshaw! I don’t mind that. |
not even a pair of shoes. Go look j was afraid you were going to tell me
under the bed beyond.” I he had been saying I was not true to
1 obeyed her gladly enough. Under | my party.”
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