Cimarron Valley Clipper (Coyle, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 50, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 13, 1922 Page: 4 of 4
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THE COYLE CLIPPER
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Conservative in its man-
• ♦
agement.
n its dealings
Liberal ir
with customers and pa-
trons.
Courteous
and prompt
service.
treat m e n t
and reliable
We Solisil Your Banking Business
j The Cimarron Valley Bank i
l
E. E. Carter, Pres.
Jennie McLure, Cashier
WJBoo QtfOoieO'U. He'stju cpefisneii
her. She seemed a part of Joe, and he
found it hard tp shake his mind free
hie preconceptions, for the present,
Or, be recc
i
however, be recognised thfet beg je-
n-airilng there tv mild pro™ ah embar-
rasspjeht.
PC Sent ljCj- heck tv Clayton with An-
derses who had proved entirely trust-
worthy slqcp the first night, fctxi was
golpg in op business fgf him.
Apd he ht$ very littlg tijne to think
of Kitty Jr, the critical peripd that fol-
lower. WiltOb slept only a few hours
nightly. For five day3 he could 1101
even go to the portage _ Co the sixth
success appeared at hand. The sink-
holes bad been filled in and there was
no{ the slightest subsidence of the
gTBde. Andersen returned that night
and Wilton wept to bed in confidence.
Chambers was as confident as be,
6n the following morning, as ho left
his Shack, the workmen came running
toward him, Jabbering and gesticulat-
fng. The foreman, hurrying up behind
them, shouted and polpted in excite-
ment In the direction of the muakeg
When Wij{on reached the shore he
found that btS worst fears had been
exceeded.
Two-thirds of the trestle-work* had
sappeared, including a great stretch
1 the foundation, over which the lotjo-
The House of Service
$
natives and ballast trucks had passtlp |
the day before. The subsidence was"
seventy or eighty yards in length. The
top alone remained abewe the treacher-
ous swamp, and tils' Vails hung fes- j
tooned in midair.
The whole emliankmept would have '
1 hr, mnrvrii’l e,, /irl A o\ 1 rl/1 VlinFO TT1P. 1
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Continued from page 3 1
VICTOR ROUSSEAU
Illustrations by
R. H. Livingstone
Covniikt by Slevirt KiM Conpaty
there" ivus'not the dreadful
sjpeeter of poverty with him Jog Was
a Vnan lifce Will Carruthers, he’d yee“p
his word, ho (patty at what cost.”
Molly Sprang to her f^ej "Wbjit are
jou iijnung nt'r she crieq hysterically.
"Whuj world's wli) keeping' r>o yon
l;ls pfomlft fo hie*’
Kitty drew her down
to be reconstructed. As' the mere me-
chanical process of dvimplng might
stri ve merely to add to tire welgflg su- '
perimposed upon the trfeaoherons "bot-
tom Wilttfr determined to lay dowA a .
cfirHnrnr nror the clr.VihnlPB—n mfifc- *
corduroy over the sinkhole's—a mat-
tress of tree trunks The depositing oA '
the ballast on this would serve to com *
press the muskeg and loose rock, mat.
n
doWTi beside her,
wouldn't pay. AndTT it did pSy" I’d
take it myself I want It, anyway. Not
that I'd hurt you, if I could help it,
Mrs Rostock ; hut I've got my Intercuts
to look out for.”
‘Well?" naked Kitty, bieutlilng i
quickly.
“By the end of the year your shares I
will be worth nothing. You’ll he ruined.
It will lie Impossible to raise the cup!
1 tal to keep the line, either. It's a
shame that Carruthers should waste
his time and strength trying to carry
out an Impossible dream. If you could
sell your sliures ut pur when the note
falls due. you could pull out, and you
and he could make a sensible invest
ment. He’d soon get over the dlsap-
t pointment You could see to that."
He could not hide the flicker of u
' #mlle. Kitty saw It, and loathed Bow
yer the more She knew he was play
lng on her hopes, and yet the sudden
( vision made her heart heat furiously.
' "Tin gulng to marry Molly," he con-
tinued. “I swear that I possess the
power to make her my wife. But 1
want the line In return. I want to see
sesne of Joe’s papers. They're yours,
and you can let fue see them without
.doing wrong, and you'll be helping far
ruthers Indirectly. They're la his safe
You know the combination
“I’ll marry her this fall. You can
trust me, Mrs. Bostoek, (fecause you
iOV*rsnw Just how I feel about her."
1
Kitty Drew Her Down Beside Her.
Kitty tapped softly at the door of
Molly’s room, "lie's gone, dear*” she
•whispered. “Let me come In to you.”
The bedstead was dragged hack.
Molly stood before her, while-faced
and tense. Kitty put her arm round
her and eat down on the bed beside
her.
, "Totp Bowyer’s u beust, Molly," she
said. “But most men are. If you give
them the leaat bit of encouragement
“I never encouraged him 1" cried
Molly, sobbing violently. "I’ve always
,luted the sight of him. He has some
power over father.”
“He seems very fond of you,” sug
gested Kitty,
“Do you call that fondness? I-bate
blip. I hate the sight of him "
Kitty stroked her cheek softly. "You
haven't met very many men, dear. Love
doesn’t amount to very <u 1>. And 11
doesn’t last very long. I wjjs quite
happy pith Joe, nfter tl
Ijlolly
jvith Joe, nfteiMbe
led at her In w
I thought you and Joe loved
month
Oily looked at her In wonder, "\Vh,
bought you and JnJ
fahsrj'' she exclaimed
f'f ed
'Vh>,
bach
admired Joe and respected him.
A. F. and A. M.
flAh The regular Comuni
^^>cations of the Cimarror
K>dge No. 184Jare held on the
rst and third Monday night
f each month at the E&gieton
l»U*
fuel •epbart, J. Wo Eckmaa
"Can’t you see, Molly, dear—Heaven
knows how 1 hate hurting you, but 1 m
thinking of your happiness as well as
Will s -can't yon see that It was only
a passing ♦jdsi.de to him, this engage
ment?”
Molly sa( perfectly silent, fixing her
eyes on Kitty's face.
.“If lij hail meant it, wouldn't ne
have written oftener from Clayton?”
"How long was he ill, then?" cried
Molly.
'Tie was In bed a few days after you
left. Of course, he couldn’t resume Ids
wojk till his arm had healed, bill he
wasn’t what you could call 111. At
least, he went to the directors’ office
every day to work on the plans.”
Her blue eyes, tranquil as a child’s,
lookedatnto Molly's gray ones. Pres-
ently Molly laughed.
"To think I didn’t know!" she said.
"I have been blind, haven’t I? And I
thought that it was yon who had
censed lo love me."
“I, Molly, dear? Well—It was pretty
hard, coming here with Will Carruthers
and feeling you ought to know, and
not daring to speak. But please don’t
take my word ubout the man you're en
gaged to. 1 fed like n mischief-maker.
But 1 love you, dear, and 1 like Will,
und 1 do feel he Isn't to blame. That’s
why I came to you. And I’ve no doubt
he’s honorable enough lo soy nothing
at all, if you want to—"
"Kitty 1” Molly sprang to her feet,
quivering with Indignation.
Kitty lose “I don't know now that
I've done rigid." she said. “I hope you
won't come to have any feeling against
me, dear. Only you didn’t seem to un-
derstand well, things. And what I’m
saying hasn't anything to do with Mr.
Bowyer, If you feel that you don’t care
for him."
’“Care for that beast I” said Molly.
* * • • * * t
Day Ty day {he tresUicg
the
tfi th<
lhg a firm foundation, andthe trunks, i
as they became jvater Jogged, would
harden, Increasing the strength of the
whole structure as time went by.
But'for a few hours l#e almost,-aban-
doned hope ,At the best, it meant Bold- j
lng up the construction of the line, for .
the permanent way pas now only a
few miles behind. hnd he dared Op! j
start operations on, ihe east shore until I
j he knew whether/the mtiskeg could.be !
spanned.
He spent the iq orning In his' office,
writing a report rfl r the directors. The j
news would reach Clayton as sot?n as j
It Could be telephoned, but at lea:\t be
would have anothju chance. It snas
toy late now to think of changing the
route without throwing the cbtpfiftM7
Into liquidation Aind Kitty held con-
trol. j ||
The thought of that Sjtrfngthiened'his IY®,
resolve. He cotfld nyt luring himself ’A.*
to go to Molly with tiie despondency '
upon him. but busied Mm pelf that af- ^
teruoon examining the -w feck. ^
For ubout a month he had had a
l strange protege. One tevtenlog Jules if*)
llalfhead the deaf nnife, appeared at [ .J
the door of his shack, *md' .quickly <iV !
sumed the care of It. Hie was nearly
always to be found fimve 5bj Wilton’s
absence. Sometimes, liov-ever, he
would betake himself hat k tjo the port-
age, and he was £nee> of the camp,
where he ran errands tmjl messages for
the engineers, and wai».t)ie htutt of mild
practical Jokes
Wilton came tG idle -ccwlMion, how-
1 ever, that the Must eg (mV joitVl was aa
acute as any man's, ai Id that' his appar-
ent simplicity was nol Btlag- b at the oats
w ard aspect of Ms itph nyf}.
When Jules had cqc%led’ Wi ftonfs sup-
per that evening he catne 1 hto the office
In a state of dxeltemetjt. '.the mitn had
loved the work. He wf.s often to he
seen on the trestle, clifiginte fol dear
life to a plank us tlie^ "tnicl Js nj mbled
past within an inch of,’Ids he pd. When
lie saw the wfreck of the emfcani ment
that morning, the foregnan sa.Vl thl it he
had burst iyito tears. Now he was evi-
dently try’/ng to describe somt*thlni V to
Wilton in -pantomime;; but Wilt.pp.cfl nW
not follftW Ills meaning.
Suddtxdy he selzexl a pencil from t he
desk (gn.l, stooping, Began fy dguw a
picture of the trestle uppn, hbe* wa U
with remarkable skill.
Wilton’s Interest was at «ud ?
m oused. "Yes," -he said, noddln; \
Jules. "What about It?"
It was his habit to talk,; although the
deaf-mute could not lieu r Ills vo \ce-
Jules bud an Instinctive f acuity of i B"
derstanding. He looked » ,t Wilton u.
nodded back.
He rfext drew fmpr uprights th «.
long, heavy trunks eif conslderabli 'I
He that does best serves best and. with this idea
m mind we have built our business. It has been
our ambition to serve the trade of this locality with
dependable Groceries, Dry Goods anti Shoes, keeping
in mind at all times the interests of our customers
as wsll as our own. It is our aim to supyly every
nrdinary need of our customers with everything in
our line to your greatest possible satisfaction. You
will find here at all times a line of groceries fresh
from the market delivered to you in a sanitary and
wholesome manner.
Our Dry Goods department is stocked with special
regards for the needs of our customers and you will
find here the best and latest the market affords.
When in Coyle don’t forget that you are always
welcome at our store and we extend a cordial invi-
tation to make this store your headquarters and in-
spect our lines.
o
Stockton’s
i.0 • 9 ® <*• •« «##§#•••#• •
Dishes!
We have now on (he shelves a complete line of
dishes and glass ware and are ready to supply your
every need in this line.
Come in and see us. We can
SAVE you money.
BERK
breatJi. Then in- nodded. Jules noO
fled In return, smiled, and left the
room. Wilton reflected deeply.
1a’ CTisunbei s was a spy of Bowyer’a,
why ilmd lie shown him the bedrock at
all? Ofi the other hand, assuming that
Wilton must eventually discover it
Mm..elf, Bowyer might hate sent
ChVObers to make a virtuy oi’ h Deces
all , “Xi lo secure a positfon at the
^ re lie could be of service to
In any cus. wllton ooul,f »ff.ord to
girth Unit were driven lq to the ground | .ninip wi'
lo support the trestlinjc 'Then he made him, ’
a smudgy line across, cq ch. Then he
drew a lintchet. He Jtoo) ed up ut Wil-
ton in pathetic eageg'ie^and. uvjiWed
again.
Von mean that -V1 mt" hiiic. tuii,|i^ 'red
with the trestllng? slnmlnl win,,>v
Jules, who hail wnlched
n.«M..l ...Ger* Hut. as he afn, nCd- > .r.-U,,, , down the rage
ded wi,,.,, ,1P ,,, spoken t o, W heart lie went down ^ road to-
............ irt '• thiu\ wind the shack which the e V“x*r .«»;
ii that - u tmt
|aker\,;;u,e.-'->- ^ »»«■■«
»nnH sc-m. no , 'Urpose to accuse bhn
• K 1 fating tainperc. ' wlth ,he tre8t ln"
He would give him 4 '|0st '0me,W \ere
. wig re he could do noN hlirm’ nnd tl,us
hf v Vi’S, j get rid of him
v "y ,b7 ^ hlie trestlicg grew, nod
Ec flnbitfikicent ippcnrccl khtmt It no-
c first part was hidden under the
ftennanent ttr.r, Thonfands of feet of
Jos? had gone Ifito the building. Each
day the engine hushed <he laden b&l-
lAst (rucks farther out' upon the crcak-
fn?. Straying structure, Then the pres-
sure of the lever, tone of debris dis-
charged through the frame of the
iroodtvorjc, enfl the cpfine vrent snort?
IU bsdk tosvatd the holiest pit. drtg-
gtog tho empty trucks hehind It
_ IQtly feed pcoc beck to Gayicm Sbt
Wilton wondered .. Aus
he did mean It ihe upright a |,ad be »n
tampeied with hefure they ' velv \
to "ie ground by ax cuts c otherwise,
the weight of the hallaj , wuM UI1
doubtedly have broken tlien, 'nu,
hrc.,1. wqpld a-, have Ur en lmiWdiait,
!y apparent, but the p-J itUng would in
such case b - praettoflj, t ^ „
tV r?0 without sup
port T ie ballast M uld have sp.tcad
over i ,e muskq». as using the en-tlre
structure to subsgdf
in‘^d ^*d ‘*7"' as^ d Wllt0D' ak-
mg slowly afid taref/ Jiy.
^ 111 matching Tdtti,
n* ‘d| With Ugh (tnlng
caricature o I Lee
Chamber^ tm the roodevork r * the
WL
copied. This was
reco
Vtnicted
in it.
at the padlock.
“I guess he took It with him,” said
Andersen.
"Have Ihe staples pulled out at
once!”
Wilton waited, fuming, until Aqder-
sen reappeared with the tool. The fore-
man wrenched out the staples and Wil-
ton hurst open the door. As he had
expected, the shack was completely
empty of all Chambers' belongings.
The two men looked at each (fiber.
Slow understanding came Into Atider
sen’s face.
"He was a bad yun,” said the Swede.
“1 guessed you knew your business,
Mr. Carruthers, when you took on Tom
Bowyer’s right-hand man. It wasn't
for me to say nothing.”
"Keep your mouth shut still, Ander-
Aen," said Wilton, slapping him on the j
shoulder. “We’ll Just start working i
again. And keep your eyes open Some
; time we'll get 1dm, and I’ll telephone |
did not see Wilton as lie chfife'to the
door. «
At his knock she came downstairs
more slowly than usual. When she
opened the door to him be saw that
•lie was trembling. Her cheek was Icy
cold beneath his kiss.
"Come In, Will—I have something to
say to you," she said.
He put his arm about her, qnd they
went Into the store together. He could
feel thnt she was trembling all the
while.
“Whiit Js it, Molly?" he asked, look-
ing into her face and seeing tears in
h# eyes. "What is It, dear?”
“I’m afraid that we’ve both made a
mistake, Will," she answered.
Wilton laughed. Once or twice Molly
had questioned his love for her, but he
had never had any difficulty In con-
vincing her, In the usual lover's way.
“Molly, dear, I know I have neglect-
ed you," lie said penitently "But you
shed Thu,. WH- only .me roo ^ 111 “• to specie, gualn to pick liltn up if ever >uu' ™ 51 ““
but Chambers had a/ked to hac ; he see, him in Clayfon> d*v ^ until he work . An shed t
rather than share the quarters oi
otper engipet is.
' ille spesi were back tn the bfinV
Images, but the doer of the shea tvn -
jndJockod. Thinking that Chambers
i eight be in the camp, he made his
\ rqy toiward the other quarters But
p ressfitSy be heard some one calling
latn. andi, turning, srtw i^devsdu run-
nifcg after film.
"Were you looking for iij. j|Cbaui-
b.irs, sjr?* asked the foreman
"Yes Where is ht?"
•'"Why, '.be went hucV to CkHfiv'UUhis
wen, Mr-Carruthers'! He, sold U« WR*
in lor you,”
*e sueulclorj sruyim.1V fiimol
CHAPTER IX
gains in 1
TOUni’i
The Face at the Wirciow,
It was five days since VTilt'on tad
been to the portafe. He had not meant
To see Molly In his despondency, but
tW the discovery of Chambers’
trTUCkery came with an Invigorating
short; and aroused his fighting Instinct
against Bowyer.
He took the road across the Muskeg.
YHltOh saw the girl upstairs, at the
factor's side, A hook was on her ktees
nod n lighted lamp behind her, She
wos not talking to him, however, but
can’t ask you something. And I’ve
been rushing It through, feeling tbet
then I should hate the right to,”
“It’s not the Work, Will,” she said,
slowly- "I wont yon to release me.”
The laughter died on his lips, Ee
put his bands upon her shoulders find
tnrned her toward him She railed bet
face; her lips were quivering, and the
tears had fallen, leaving her eyes herd
and bright.
You mean that, Molly?" asked Wil-
ton gravely.
’ Every word. Will.
"Why?"
il have ceased to care for you."
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