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McLOVD SUNBEAM
MctOl'D, • * OtlAHOMA
NEW STATE NEWS.
The fifth annual convention of the
photographers of the twin territories
met in Oklahoma City last week.
Articles of incorporation have been
granted to the State Bank at Inoia
with $10,000 capital stock.
Because of the sickness of Dan
Patch, the race meet at Oklahoma
City has been declared off. This
fast pacer was to have been the main
attraction, and was scheduled for
three performances.
At Alfierson J. L. Fainter was in-
jured while attempting to drive across
the Choctaw tracks. A locomotive
dashed into the horse and buggy, kill-
ing the animal, demolishing the ve-
hicle and throwing Mr. Painter out.
He was severely injured.
According to reports from the
Dawes commission, Indian Territory
has 15,000,000 acres of available farm
land. Last year fifteen per cent of
this was In cultivation, and it is esti-
mated that this year will increase
the percentage to twenty per cent.
Many of the teachers assigned to
neighborhood schools in the Indian
Territory are resigning their places
It is said to he due largely to the
fact that their compensation is but
$35 per month, and that the neigh-
borhood schools in many instances
are in the wlld.s
InformationTias ]ust been received
from Indian Agent J. Blair Schoen-
felt that the Choctaw townslte money
will soon be paid out, as the roils for
the payment have been completed,
with the exception or a few doubtful
cards in the AToka land office.
Great preparations are being made
for the Grand Army reunion, which
begins at Tulsa on the 2(ith. Every
effort is being put forth to furnish
accommodations fflr the many visi-
tors expected. Eminent speakers
have signified their Intention of be
ing present, among whom is the gov-
ernor of Oklahoma.
Application has been made to the
Katy railroad officials for a special
rate to the fair on account of Indian
Territory day. Otcober t. It is ex
pected that a rato sufficiently low
will be secured to make it an induce
ment to the people of Indian Territory
to be there in large numbers on that
day.
William Fry, who was employed by
the Frisco Railway company as a
brakemnn, was ki'led near Catoosa
last w -ek. He was riding on the lad
der at the side of a car when he was
crushed by another'car, on an adjoin-
ing track. The body was taken tc
Parsons, Kas., where Fry had a wife
and two children.
Vinita is preparing to send up tc
the world’s fair some magnificent
specimens of Bellflower and Jona
than apples and corn. The fruit and
corn have been selected from farms
near Vinita, and each is a fine speci-
men.
Governor Ferguson has issued a
proclamation offering a reward ot
$350 for the anprehension, arrest and
delivery of William Garton, who it
charged with killing J. H. Craig and i
Virgil Funkhouser on the 22nd oi |
May, 1904.
The Cheyennes are holding theit
annual religious dances near the Dan
lington agency.
The Hon. T. C. Humphrey, United
States judge for the central Indian
Territory district will remove from
South McAloster to Atoka, at which
place he will have his official resi-
dence hereafter.
Governor Ferguson has sent his an
nual report to the secretary of the in-
terior.
William N. Roberts and Mrs. G. A
Leonard wero placed in the federal
jail at Ardmore, charged with assault
to kill S. A. Leonard. husband of the
woman, near Marietta.
Miss Laura Gregg of Omaha has
opened headquarters at Guthrie foi
the big campaign for woman suffrage
which is to be inaugurated at once
and continued until after the consti-
tutional convention shall have been
held.
During a quarrel with some regular
negro soldiers, stationed at Fort
Reno, one of the soldiers, as yet un-
identified, shot Policeman Spiker ol
El Reno, perhaps mortally wounding
him.
J. A. Tarr, a ball player, late of the
Chi',k'’Rha league team, has been ar-
rested for forgery. He signed the
name of the manager of the Co-
manche team on an order for $10 to
the manager of the Lawton team. He
is held on $200 bail until the grand
jury disposes of his case.
Ruhs'-rlp'lons are being solicited
at Pants Valley for the purpose of
prosnc-tlne for oil, coal or artesian
water. Nearly enough money has
been subscribed to insure success in
the undertaking of the project.
The Ward of King Canute
A Romance of the Danish Conquest.
By OTTILIE A. LILJENCRANTZ, author ol The Thrall oi Lie! the Lucky.
Copyright, lfl03, by A. C. McCLURQ & CO.
CHAPTER XIX.—Continued.
“I want not that recompense, lord.
I want—nothing you have to give.
Little shall you think of the debt,—
or think that in helping you, I repaid
you for your hospitality, your—”
Her voice broke as the memory of
that time passed over her like bitter
waters, and she was obliged to stand
silent before him, steadying her lip
with her teeth, until the waters had
fallen.
“It was the King who sent for you,
that he might know whether I had
spoken the truth concerning my dis-
guise—" she said when at last her
voice returned. “Now, by coming,
you have helped me against bis an-
ger,—let that settle ail debt between
us. I thank you much and—and I bid
you farewell." Again Elfgiva’s school-
ing came to her mind and she sway-
ed before him in a courtesy. She
did not know that her cheeks were
as white as her kerchief, that her
eyes were dark wells of unshed tears.
She knew only that at la3t he was
bowing, he was turning, in a moment
more he would be gone—
But just short of that point he
stopped, and all motion around her
appeared to stop, as a noise down
the corridor ulotted out every sound
in the garden,—the noise of a great
body of people rousing the echoes
with jubilant shouting.
“The King! The King!" could be
heard again and again, and after it
a burst of deafening cheers that
jlrowned the rest.
Listening, everyone stood motion-
less as the babel came nearer with a
swiftness which spoke much for the
speed of the shouters. Only Randa-
lln’s little red shoe began to tap the
earth impatiently. What did it mat-
ter what they said?
“Hail to Canute of Denmark!” “Hail
to the King of the Danes and—”
Again cheers drowned the rest.
The pages, who had sped at the
Irst alarm like a covey of gray birds,
:ame panting back, tumbling over one
everywhere for you!” The pat of
light feet, a swish of silken skirts,
and Dearwyn had thrown herself up-
on the bench under the oak tr*e, her
little dimpled face radiant. Only think
that Elfgiva will be a queen and we
shall all go to London!” As the only
adequate means of expression, she
threw her arms around her friend in
a rapturous embrace.
"What is the matter with you that
you are so silent as to your tongue,
when you must needs be shouting in
your heart?” Disengaging hersc-lf
gently, she climbed upon the bench
as she chattered. “The messenger
had a leather bag around his neck
which I think likely contains Ed-
mund’s crown and—Ah, Tata, look!
look! Thorkel is holding it up!”
Yes, it was Edmund’s crown. Again,
a picture of the English camp-fire rose
before her, and she shivered as she
recognized the graceful pearled points
she bad last seen upon the Ironside’s
stately head. Now Thorkel was set-
ting them above the Danish circlet
on Canute’s shining locks, while the
shouts merged into a roar of accla-
mation.
“But why does he look so strange?”
Randalin said suddenly.
And Dearwyn laid a finger on her
lip. “Hush! At last he is going to
speak.”
Canute was bending toward the
messenger, holding him with his
glance. “Tell more news, messen-
ger,” he was saying sternly. “Tell
about the cause of my royal brother’s
death."
The messenger seemed to lose wliat
little breath his ride on the shoulders
of the crowd had left him. “My er-
rand extends no further,” he panted.
"It is likely that the Earl will send
you more news—I am but the first—”
His breath gave out in an inarticulate
gasp, and he began to back away.
But the King moved after him.
“Stop—” he commanded,—“or it may
be that I will cause you to remain
quiet for the rest of time. You must
“You!” he said. “What do you believe?”
another in their efforts to impart the
news. Elfgiva caught the nearest and
shook him until his teeth chattered;
and in the lull, the swrelling shout
reached them for the first time un-
broken: “Honor to the King! Hail
to the King of the Danes and the
Angles!"
From the Lord of Ivarsdale came a
cry, sharp as though a heart-string
had snapped in its utterance, the tie
that for generations had bound those
of his blood to the house of Cerdic.
“Edmund ?”f,
The mob of soldiers and servants
that burst through the doorway an-
swered his question with exultant
shouts: “Edmund is dead! Edmund
is dead I Long live Canute the King!
King of the Danes and the Angles!”
Unbidden, memory raised before
Randalin a picture of the English
camp-fire in the glade, with the Eng-
lish King standing in its light and
the hooded figure bending from the
shadow behind him, its white taloned
hand resting on his sleeve. If he was
dead, he was dead, and there was no
inoro to be said. Was the Etheling
always going to stand as though he
were turned to stone? Would he
never—
Ah, at last he was moving! As if
the news had only just reached home
to him, she saw him draw himself
together sharply and stride toward the
door; and she watched feverishly to
see if anyone would think to stop
him. One group he passed—and an-
other—and another- now he was on
the threshold. Now be was out of
sight.
She let her suspended breath go
from her in a long sigh. "It is good
that everyone is too excited to notice
what I do,” she said to herself. And
even as she said it she realized that
her limbs were shaking under her
•hat she was sick unto faintness.
Ituggering to a little bench under one
if the old oaks, she sank down upon
it and leaned her head against the
tree trunk and waited.
CHAPTER XX.
A Blood-stained Crown.
“Tata!" That was the pet name
which Elfgiva had given to her Dan-
ish attendant because it signified "the
lively one." “Tata! I have looked
know what separated his life from his
body. Tell it.”
Stammering with terror, the man
fell upon his knees. “Dispenser of
treasures, how should I know? The
babblings of the ignorant durst not be
repeated. Many say that the Ironside
was worn sick with fighting.”
“You lie!” Canute roared down up-
on him. “You know they say that
Edric murdered him."
At that, the poor fool seemed to
cast to the winds his last shred of
sense. "They do say that the Earl
poisoned him,’ he blubbered. “But
none say that you bade him to do it.
No one dares to say that."
“How could they say that?” Randa-
lin cried in amazement, while the
King drew back as though the grov-
elling figure at his feet were a dog
that had bitten him.
“I bid him do it?" be repeated. All
at once his face was so terrible that
tho man began to crawl backward,
screaming, even before Canute's baud
had reached his hilt.
Before the blade could be drawn,
Rothgar bad stepped in front of his
royal foster-brother with a savage
sweep of his handless arm. "Do not
waste your point on the churl. King,”
he said in his bull's voice. “If you
want to play this game further, deal
with me,—for I also believe that you
budo the Gainer murder Edmund."
As though paralyzed by his amaze-
ment, Canute’s arm dropped by his
side. "You also believe it?"
Little Dearwyn hid her face on the
Danish girl's breast. “Oil, Randalin,
would he do such a deed?" she gasped.
“The while that he seemed so kind
and gentle with us. Would be do such
horrid wickedness?"
“No!” llandaiin cried passoniately.
"No!"
But even as Rhe cried it, Thorkel
the Tall dared to lean forward and
give the royal shoulder a rallying slap.
“Amleth himself never played a game
better,” he said; “but is it worth while
to continue at it when no Englishmen
are watching?” And his words seem-
ed to open a door against which the
others were crowding.
“King Canute, I willingly admit my-
self the blockhead you called me.”
Ulf .lari hastened to declare in his
good-natured roar. "When 1 saw you
take your point away from Edmund's
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breast, that day, my heart got afraid
that you were obliged to do it to
save yourself. Even after I heard how
you had made a bargain to inherit
after each other, I never suspected
what kind of a plan was in your
mind.”
Standing in silent listening, Canute’s
gaze traveled from face to face until
it came to the spot where Elfgiva flut-
tered among her women, holding her
exquisite head as if it already wore
a crown. An odd gleam flickered over
his eyes, and he made a step toward
her. "You!” he said. “What do you
believe?"
Pealing her silvery laughter, she
turned toward him, her eyes peeping
at him like bright birds from under
the eaves of her hood. “Lord, I be-
lieve that I am afraid of you!’ she
coquetted. "When I bethink me that
all the time I have been chiding you
for being unambitious for glory, you
have had this in your mind!” Laugh-
ing, she stooped and kissed his hand
with the first semblance of respect
which she had ever shown him.
His face was curiously still as he
regarded the beautiful Elfgiva,—and
stilly curious, as though he were ex-
amining some familiar object in a
new light. “You believe then that I
had him murdered?” he asked. “And
you find pleasure in believing it? ’
“Now, it is not murder!” she pro-
tested. “When a king kills—in war—*
“But this is not war,” he said slow-
ly. Lifting one of the jeweled braids
from her shoulder, he played with it
as he studied her. “This is not war,
for I had reconciled myself to him. I
had plighted faith with Edmund
Ethelredsson and vowed to avenge his
death like a brother.”
Her white forehead drew itself into
a puzzled frown. “But you were not
so foolish as to swear it on the holy
ring were you?” When he did not
answer, she raised her shoulders
lightly. “What should I know about
such matters? Have you not told me,
many times and oft, that it behooves
a woman to shun meddling with great
affairs?"
He gave a short laugh, “And when
were you ever before content to fol-
low that advice?” Letting the braid
slip from his fingers, he stood looking
her up and down, his lips curling with
scorn.
Randalin spoke abruptly to her com-
panion. “Dearwyn, I can tell you
something. Elfgiva will never get
the queenship over England.’
“What moves you to say that?” the
little English girl asked her, startled.
But Randalin’s attention had gone
back to the King, who had turned
where the son of Lodbrok waited re-
garding him over sternly-folded arms.
“Brother," he was saying gravely,
“your opinion is powerful with me,
so 1 will openly tell you that you
are wrong in your belief. Never have
I so much as hinted to yonder peace-
nithing a word of harm against Ed-
mund Ironside.”
From Thorkel the Tall came one of
his rare laughs,—a sound like the
grating of a rusty hinge,—Rothgar
unfolded his arms to fling them out
in angry rejection.
“This is useful to learn!” he sneer-
ed. "Do you think I could not guess
that you had no need to put your
desire into words alter you had shown
Edric by your actions that your mind
and his are one, after you had ad-
mitted by your bond with him that
you hold the same curious belief about
honor?”
This time it was Randalin who
clutched the English girl. "Oh!” she
gasped.
For Canute's eyes were less like
eyes than holes through which light
was pouring, while his fingers opened
and shut as though he had forgotten
his sword and would leap upon the
scoffer with bare hands.
Thorkel left off laughing to grasp
the Jotun’s arm and try to drag him
backwards. “Do you want to drive it
from his mind that he has loved you?
Go hide yourself in Fenrir's mouth!"
(To be continued.)
SWEET PEAS KILL FLIES.
Druggist Makes a Discovery of Value
to the World.
A local druggist has found a new
agent for the destruction of flies that
for activity and effectiveness discounts
anything heretofore offered for that
purpose. And not only is it harmless,
but it is a thing of beauty as well.
After selling annually thousands of
sheets of fly paper of the sticky and
poisoned varieties and a ton more or
less of insect powder, the new anti-
dote for the pest bids fair to super-
sede all previous methods with him
and those of his friends who are in on
the secret.
For several days the druggist, who
is a lover of flowers, has had upon
his front cases bunches of sweet peas
of a variety grown originally in Cali-
fornia and but recently cultivated in
this section of the country. Each
morning after opening up the store he
has found collected around the base
of tho vessel containing the peas quite
an accumulation of dead flies.
For the first day or so he regarded
the mass of defunct dipterous insects
as an accidental gathering in the
neighborhood of the flowers, but curi-
osity prompted him later to watch the
conduct of the few flies left in the
store. It was observed when the peas
were freshly picked that immediately
after their being placed in the vases
those flies in the vicinity swarmed
upon the petals and proceeded to
fasten themselves there. Shortly aft-
erward they fell from their positions,
dead.
It is presumed that the odor of th'
peas attracted them first and that aft-
erward they absorbed some poisonous
exudation that the flowers possess and
died in consequence. So far as known
the peas possess no toxic effect upon
the human being.—Springfield Journal
Misses’ Seven-Gored Kilted Skirt.
.Skirts that are made flat over the
hips and are so plaited as to mean
generous fullness below that point
increase in favor week by week, and
are shown in many variations. This
one is peculiarly attractive and suits
young girls to a nicety, being made
of plain cut bias and stitched with
corticelli silk. The plaits are turned
backward and are so arranged as to
conceal all seams, while the many
gores do away with unnecessary bulk.
All suiting and skirting materials are
appropriate.
The skirt consists of seven gores
and is closed invisibly at the center
back. The plaits are laid on indicated
lines and are pressed flat for their
entire length, but stitched for a por-
tion only.
The quantity of material required
for the medium size (14 years) is 6%
yards 21 or 27 inches wide, or 3%
yards 44 inches wide.
Whole Cucumber Pickles.
Lay a hundred cucumbers in cold
Water for an hour. Drain, put into a
stone crock and cover with cold brine
that is strong enough to bear up an
egg. Set aside for three days, drain
off the brine, and wipe the pickles
dry. Wash out the crock, put in the
cucumbers, cover with cold water and
leave for twenty-four hours. Boil in
vinegar tw’o minced onions, twenty
cloves, an ounce each of mustard and
celery seed and a few blades of mace.
Add a cup of sugar and fill the crock
with this boiling mixture. Stir the
cucumbers well, then cover closely
and leave for a week. At the end of
that time drain off the vinegar, boil
it lip again and again pour it over the
pickles. Do not use for several
months.'
Skirts Long and Full.
The newest skirts, in spite of all the
prophecies to the- contrary, are very
long and full, and, when puffings and
gagings are not employed, there are
many small frills, much tucked and
ruched, or inserted with lace. There
is a general air of droopiness about
all the smart toilettes of the moment,
and one really cannot deny their
graceful elegance. A lovely little
linen gown seen the other day—it
had been made in Paris for one of
the smartest Parisiennes renowned
for her perfect taste in dress—bad
the skirt cut very long, and decorated
with four flounces of embroidery in
graduating widths separated by nun’s
plaits. The plaited bodice had a little
fichu fastened in front of either shoul-
der by a rosette of black velours mous-
seline. and the deep pointed belt was
also of the velours mousseline.
Skirt Styles.
Styles are. in the main, very much
What designers have been leading up
to for a year or more. Skirts, instead
of molding the form, spring light
away from the waist line, though
many still bear witness to the very
natural fear of looking bunchy and
thick, which haunts most women no
longer on the right side of twenty-five,
by being set into cordings and gaug-
ings. The plisse skirt and the box-
plaited variety are both admirable,
and likely to endure.
The short skirt has found its right
place strictly as a walking skirt, for
early morning wear, for shopping, or
for country and sports; the most us-
ual length is that which just touches
the ground all around. Trains are re-
served for evening gowns and cere-
monious toilets.
Shirt Waists Here to Stay.
"Shirt waists are too comfortable to
ever go out of fashion.” said a promi-
nent modiste recently. “They are
growing more dressy every season,
and yet I doubt, too. If the real plain
tailor-made shirt waist, worn with a
white collar and black tie or a neat
stock, will ever be superseded for cer-
tain occasions by the dressier affairs.
I make up quantities of the white
handkerchief linen waists, hand-em-
broidered, right through the summer
and winter. They launder well, are
extremely becoming, nnd cool.”
French Finery.
Linen gowns, it should be ex-
plained, are the chic tiling for morn-
ing wear at all the smart French holi-
day places just now, and when they
are not possible, on a dull or rainy
day, smart little coats and skirts of
fine serge or some thin cravenetted
eloth are in accordance with good
taste. But muslin dresses are a thing
apart; they are for afternoon and gar-
den party and semi-evening wear,
dainty robes painted or printed with
tiny pompadour designs of flowers,
and commingled with cobwebby laces
threaded with the very narrowest of
velvet bebe ribbons that look as
though lairy fingers alone had fash-
ioned them. Roses, by the way, are
the most modish of all flowers and the
most admired for wear this season,
and apropos of matters millinerial, all
the newest hats have decidedly high
crowns.
Artistic Fruit Centerpieces.
The English taste for fruit center-
pieces for the dinner table has been
stimulated by the beautiful designs in
electroliers which goldsmiths and sil-
versmiths are turning out.
The wiring is done through a hole
in the center of the table and clever-
ly bidden by low bowls with tubes
running through the center, from
which rise and spread the electroliers.
In one design, a bowl of exquisite
carved Italian marble is supported by
six cupids and from the center spring
the gold-plated electroliers in a spray
of three, showing narcissi lights. This
bowl may be filled with fruits accord-
ing to the English fashion or, to meet
the American taste, pink roses are
preferred.
Another centerpiece has narcissi
blooms at the base as well as on the
upper electroliers, and cupids are
posed reaching from the lower row ol
lights to the upper.
Elaboration in Gowns.
Modes of the moment seem as fussy
as ever, and nearly all of them apper-
tain to one or other of the Louis
periods. There is simplicity in effect
but in reality how different it all is!
Gaugings and puffings and festooned
flounces, to say nothing of the flat
boufilounees now in vogue, spell end
less handwork, and it is really true
that dressmaking just now is neithei
more nor less than fine needlework
More especially is this the case witt
mousseline and taffetas frocks—the re
quired lightness and daintiness of ef
feet can only be produced by hand
stitching, and as the neweqt skirts are
guiltless of lining it goes without say
Ing that the very finest needlework
is alone admissable. Taffeta is more
and more in evidence, and its most
serious rival is glace silk, softly
ruched with chiffon.
Parisian Creation.
One of the pretty American women
in Paris recently appeared at a re
ception gowned in a dress of black
Chantilly, beautifully made over a
lustrous satin foundation. The hat
was a great wide-spreading black
lace picture hat and she wore long
black gloves. TJie note of color was
found in a beautiful turquoise blue
sash, in a great, long, blue ostrich
plume and in a handsome turquoise
brooch at the throat. The costume
was by all odds the most attractive
in the room.
Kimono Dressing Sacque.
No other form of dressing sacque
is quite so comfortable and satisfac
tory as the kimono. This one is pe
culiarly attractive and is made oi
light weight wash flannel with bands
of wash silk in plain color. As shown,
the sleeves are pointed, but round
ones can be substituted whenevet pre-
ferred. Again, the yoke can match the
band in place of the kimono when
that combination is liked. In addition
to the light weight wools Oriental cot
ton crepes and all washable materi
als are eminently appropriate and, in
place of the bands being plain and
the material figured, the material can
be plain and the bands of any pretty
figured silk or ribbon that may be
chosen.
The kimono consists of full fronts
and back w hich are joined to the yoke
and is finished with a collar and band
cut in one piece. The sleeves are It
one piece each and slightly full at the
shoulders.
The quantity of material require!
ip the medium size is 4% yards 2)
Inches wide. 4 yards 27 inches wide
or 3H yards 32 Inches wide; with 1%
ye.*ds in any width for bands.
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