Chandler Daily Publicist. (Chandler, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 2, No. 310, Ed. 1 Wednesday, March 30, 1904 Page: 4 of 4
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It was a hot, sultry July morning.
The harvesting season on tho farm of
John Fieri was at Us height. Outside
the great, while farmhouse, all was
silent and serene. Rut inside, all was
changed, for John Frost's young wife,
with a perplexed fare, was cogitat-
ing o'. ict, that dlnmr was to
be gotten for a dozen hungry men,
and as was often the case, the mas-
ter of “Maple Grove Farm” had gone
to the field without providing wood
with wh'cti to cook the midday meal.
"Julia,’ she railed. Impatiently, "go
out and see 1f you can't flrd some
wood. It's time the pies were in the
oven this minute."
Reluctantly Julia took a basket and
went out, knowing full well what it
meant to search for wood, for had she
not done so many times before, and
knew thero was hardly a spinster left
on the adjacent fences?
Mrs. Frost wiped the beads of per-
spiration from her face, which had con-
tracted into an ugly frown. She
was angry and humiliated at the re-
peated necessity of searching for wood
herself, or inflicting tho useless bur-
den on her little maid.
"No wood!” sho exclaimed, "and
rinner to be gotten for all those men,
and he expects It exactly on time, and
me ready to meet him as radiant as a
June morning.”
By a lucky chance she caught sight
of herself in a near-by looking glass.
“Amy Frost,” she exclaimed. "I
didn’t know you could look so ugly.
I wonder If the time will ever come
when yoj will look like that all the
while, and all because of that wretch-
ed old wood-pile. How 1 hate it; 1
hate the very sound of the name. No,
I can't stand this any longer or 1
kno-v I shall hate John, too. Oh, I
must do something. But what J” and
covering her face with her Rpron she
burst into an angry flood of tears.
Suddenly she sprang to her feet
and exclaimed, "I'll do It! 11 do it
If it kills me!”
So startled was she by the abrupt-
ness of the idea that she could hardly
restrain herself.
"Why, did I never think of It be-
fore? 1 wonder what John will say?
Will I forfeit his love?' she continued
all in t>-e same breath.
“Oh, It is such a desperate remedy "
she thought, "but 1 must do it. It is
my last and only chance."
Just then Julia entered (he k'tch
en, tired, flushed and Impatient r tne
meager results of her search.
“1 can t flrd any wood, and I'm Just
about melted,” she said, petulantly.
Mrs. Frost, apparently subdued and
owed by tho enormity of her under-
Away she flew, and grasping the
dangling rope, the welcome tunes rang
far out over the adjacent fields until
it tcachcd the ears of the master of
“Maoie Grove Farm.”
Mrs. Frost went to take a last look
!tT the dining-room table, then return-
ed to the kitchen, and looked out
toward tho harvest field. The men
were coming down the lane toward
the barn, her husband in the lead. A
few minutes later all had entered
the barnyard, stabled and fed the
horses, then with their hats in their
hands they came walking in the skad-
1 ins. On a quaint old sideboard ]
with In easy reach of Amy's right
hand, was a row of sickly looking pies,
their pallor almost hidden by a coat-
ing of white sugar.
For a moment all heads were bowed
in silent prayer, with the master of
"Maple Grove Farm,” then with par-
donable pride in his face', he lifted
the napkin from a huge platter di-
rectly opposite him, exposing to view
the carefuly prepared bodies of sev-
eral spring chickens. Instantly the
inull flashed upon him. He raised his
eyes and met the unflinching gaze of
hi wife; he turned livid with rage,
as uncovering dish after dish he
found only daintily prepared but un-
cooked vegetables. (All eyes were
turned upon him. His throat work-
ed convulsively, and his jaws went to-
gether w ith the firmness of steel. He
was making a desperate effort to
control himself in the midst of his
humiliating position. At last his face
r< rained its color, and looking stead-
ily into the eyes of Ills wife, asked;
Mrs. Frost, how long will It take
vou to cook this dinner providing you
have the wood to cook it with?”
Amy could hardly trust herself to
speak. She had watched
band's struggle with bated breath, not
knowing which would conquer, love or
hate. A crimson spot glowed in each
check, and with an effort she replied:
"About an hour, I think, John!”
John Frost rose from tho table and
to his friends and neighbors in a per-
emptory manner, said:
"Go out under the trees, boys. Take
books, papers, anything you can lay
your hands on, while I cut some wood
with which my wife can cook this din-
m i " •
In less time than it takes to tell it
a fire was burning in the kitchen
stove, and before the hour was much
more than half up, John went to the
kitchen door the second time and
called out:
“Come, boys; come right in. Din-
ner is all ready.”
And it is safe to say, that a hun-
grier, jollier set of men never before
sat down at a farmhouse 'table, than
did they, that day, at the table of
John Frost and his intrepid little wife.
THE FATAL REQUEST
OR FOUND OUT
By A. L. Harris Author of ’’Mine Own Familiar Friend." etc.
EXPERIMENTS ON THE BRAIN.
‘tftmy Frost!” she exclaimed “I didn't
know you could look so ugly.”
taking, replied: “Never mind, Julia;
I guess we can manage. Empty what
you have in the woodbox and run to
the garden and see what you can find
for dinner. Perhaps you'll have better
luck this time.”
Together they prepared the vege-
tables for dinner. Julia all the while
wondering at her mistress' strange
demeanor
Time sped quickly by, and finally
Mrs. Frost looked at the clock and
said; “Now, Julia, yon may go and
ring the dinner hell.”
"You may call tho men” she replied
coolly.
ows of the great trees toward the
watering trough, where they laved
their heated luces.
John Frost was the first to enter
the kitchen, tired, hungry and ex-
hausted from the excessive heat and
labor of the day.
"How cool you look, Amy,” he said.
“I declare if it doesn't refresh me
just to look at you."
"1 am cool,” she replied, “consid-
ering.”
Her voice was a trifle unnatural,
but not enough so to arouse her hus-
band's suspicion.
"Amy,” he said, encircling her girl-
ish waist with his strong right arm,
"I’ve been watching that curtain flut-
te* in and out of the window the
whole morning long. It seemed to
beckon to me at every turn of the
reaper, and I more than half believed
it w*.! you waving at mo as you oc-
casionally used to do from the school-
house window.”
Poor Amy! She was not prepnred
for these tender words from her hus-
band, and the remedy she was about
to administer seemed harsh in com-
parison, but it was too late to turn
back.
"And then,” he continued, without
waiting for her to reply, “I imagined
I could see your bonny face at the
window, and the first love of my heart
sprang up afresh. Somehow, it made
the work seem easier, the sun not
quite so hot, and the seat on the old
reaper a little less hard.”
A quick flush spread over Amy's
fair face; for an instant her intrepid
spirit threatened to give way, but
she uttered not a word.
John Frost's nature was sensitive
to repulse, ami when his wife showed
no signs of rescinding to his demon-
strations of love, his arm slipped from
her waist and drawing himself up half
haughtily, said; "Amy, is dinner
ready?"
“You may call the men," she replied,
coolly.
John stepped to the back kitchen
door and called to the men who were
loitering in the shade of the trees.
“Come, boys; come right in. Din-
ner is ready.”
Through the airy kitchen they filed,
each one in his turn greeting Amy
with a smile or nod of recognition.
Amy took her place opposite her
husband at the table, which was a
model of perfection. On either end
was a low, glass dish filled with sliced
cucumbers and ripe tomatoes, gar-
nished with crisp, curling lettuce
leaves, a plate of home-made bread
and a dish of golden butter. The other
dishes were entirely hidden by close-
j covered tureens, or fresh, clean nap-
Electricity Is Not Dangerous When a
Mild Current Is Used.
Experiments on the brain of a liv-
ing subject with electric currents have
been comparatively rare, as there has
prevailed among physicians an*-
physiologists the idea that such a
course of experimentation was ex-
tremely dangerous. There have re-
cently been published, however, rec-
ords of some experiments carried on
by M. S. Eedue, with the object of
using the electric current to produce
sleep and of studying Us effects on
the brain generally. In early experi-
ments it was shown that tho brain is
the best conductor of electricity in
tho human body, being about 3,000
times more conducting than muscle.
It was also observed that when a con-
tinuous current was passed through
the head from one ear to tne other,
and the sensation of giddiness was
produced and that objects appeared to
revolve in the same directions as the
current flowed. However, when the
electrodes are placed on the fore-
head and neck anil the current sent
trom back to front the effects are
innocuous so long as a mild current
is used, and in some cases may be
beneficial. According to M, Leduc,
the most satisfactory current Is one
ot four millamperes at thirty volts,
which is broken or interrupted 1(10
times a second for nine-tenths of the
period of interruption. The first ef-
fect noted was the disappearance of
the faculty of speech, after which
followed the loss of the motor facul-
ties. Under ordinary conditions thero
is no affection of the respiration or
pulse unless Hie current is increased,
and then it may cease. The patient
CHAPTER X—Continued.
Ixtng before the service was over
there were sounds of lamentation and
wailing from many of those present,
and several were compelled to quit the
church from the violence of their emo-
tion.
At last it was over and the numer-
ous and variously compounded congre-
gation broke up.
After partaking of a frugal meal,
Ted sat down to await the arrival of
Dr. Cartwright. He hoped that noth-
ing unforeseen would occur to cause
him to put off his visit, for he was
beginning to rely a good deal upon
the energetic little man, who had
shown himself at once shrewd and
kindly in his dealings with him. He
could scarcely believe he had met
lu-r^ bus- (j[m v,-terday for the first time- anif
here he became aware of a brisk and
familiar voice below.
"How do you find yourself to-day,
Mrs, Jinman, and how's your lodger?
Hope you're looking after him well;
giving him plenty of new laid eggs
and cream and that sort of thing?
There's nothing like good living to
soften the effect of a bereavement.
Ted heard the voice gradually
mounting the stairs and the next mo-
ment the doctors head was put in-
side the door.
“Hullo!”, was his greeting, “there
you are. Well, how are you getting
on?”
Ted said that he felt pretty well.
"Glad to hear it,” was the next
remark, as the maker of it allowed
the rest of his body to follow his
head. "By the by, saw you in church
this morning. Sad spectacle—very!
Shall we be off?”
They left the cottage and made
(heir way in the direction of the sta-
tion.
When they came in sight of the line
they saw that there were still parties
of men at work, searching among the
heaps of rubbish for money or jewelry
or anything else that might have sur-
vived the general ruin.
right to do a certain thing, I always
do It first and inquire afterwards."
There was a nose of something me-
tallic falling.
"Hullo!” cried the doctor. "What’s
that?”
And, regardless of the consequences
to his clothes, he began to grope
among the shattered remains of the
flooring.
In a few seconds he looked up again,
flushed and grlmp, hut triumphant.
He held in his hand a conical shaped
piece of lead.
“I thought as much," he said, as he
handed it to the other—"a ball from a
revolver!"
— lie.
CHAPTER XI.
Dr. Jeremiah at Home.
The inquest, which took place at
noon on Monday, was held in the
school house. Tiff? jury, having been
sworn in, proceeded to view the bodies
and on their return from this mel-
ancholy duty the coroner mr.de an
unexpected announcement, which
caused a great sensation among the
closely packed audience.
"It having been brought to my no-
tice that one of the supposed victims
of the late disastrous affair, instead of
losing his life, as was concluded at
the time, through the accident in
which so many have, unfortunately,
perished, has come by his death
through foul play, it is my intention to
hold a separate inquiry uflpn the body
at tho same hour to-morrow. I shall
now .proceed with my inquiry as to
the manner in which the other pas-
sengers met their death. Call the first
witness.” •
Eater in the day hundreds of people
gathered in the churchyard to witness
the interments.
The body of Silas Burritt had been
taken hack to the vestry, where it
would remain until his son fulfilled
the promise he had made and brought
it home. “Earth to earth, ashes to
ashes, dust to dust,” came the words
J emerged from his sanctum, and greet-
ed htm with great cordiality.
"So you’ve come—thought you
would. Glad to see you. And what
do you think of my little place?” was
the next Inquiry, ^accompanied by a
comprehensive sweep of the hand.
“Pretty snug, eh? Not bad quarters
for a bachelor?”
His visitor expressed approval of
his surroundings, which certainly were
well worthy of the appellation "snug”
bestowed upon them by their owner.
At the same time there was an air of
compactness, of severe attention to
detail, which was suggestive of the
fact that the present occupant had, at
one time or other, been restricted in
the matter of elbow room.
"Yes, I’m pretty comfortable,” the
doctor went on. “I’ve got a very
good housekeeper, on the whole. Her
chief fault is that she's so confound-^
edly suspicious!"
"Suspicious!" reeehoeil tho other.
' Well, I thought she looked at mo
rather strangely when she let mo in.”
The little doctor chuckled, and
showed symptoms of great inward en-
joyment. "Ah! you thought so, did
you? The fact is, she's in mortal
terror of my getting married!”
"Well, but that wouldn't make her
suspicious of me!”
"My dear fellow, she’s suspicious of
everybody. She’s jealous of every
woman, single or married, because
the single ones, being single, are open
to offers, while the married ones are
liable to lose their husbands at a mo-
ment's notice, and, as widows, would
be more to be feared than the others.
"But 1 belong to neither category!”
said the young man. “Surely-’’
“My dear boy," cut In the other, “as
a young man you are likely to pos-
sess female relatives—a sister or a
cousin or an aunt, either of whom
jniglit eventually prove dangerous to
my peace of mind.”
Ted Burritt actually laughed, to the
little man’s great satisfaction, as tho
idea presented itself to him of his
sister May as a possible aspirant to
the position of Mrs. Jeremiah Cart-
wright. In less that a momcii^, how-
ever, the laugh had died away, and a
corresponding expression of despond-
ency settled down upon his features.
"He thinking of that inquest to-mor-,
row,” thought the doctor, “and his
father's body lying in the vestry. 1
must get him out of that groove again.
Hero"—starting to his feet—“come
and have a walk round my premises
before it gets dark!"
He took him out through the sur-
gery, and showed him a neat little
domain, which was divided Into por-
tions, in which grew, respectively,
flowers, fruit and vegetables. At the
bottom was a fowl run and a very
small circular pond, about the size of
an ordinary wash-hand basin, in which
paddled a solitary duck, who, as soon
as he caught sight of the doctor, for-
sook his favorite element, and came
waddling towards him, quacking loud-
ly-
“He seems to know you,” said Ted.
(To be continued.)
“I thought as much! A ball from a revolver!”
The station master was w’atching
their operations from the platform,
and to him Dr. Cartwright addressed
himself.
“Look here, Mullins, I want to know
what you’ve done with that carriage
—the fourth from the engine—that
we managed to save from being quite
destroyed with the others. The one,
you know, in which we found-”
He whispered the rest ip his ear.
The station master replied, with a
glance of curiosity and sympathy com-
is said In aw aken instantaneously * blned at the young man, who was the
from the electric sleep and to experi-
ence a feeling of refreshment.
PHRASES USED BY MODISTES.
the
They Vary With tt.t* Years and
Seasons Just as Styles Do.
A woman who ordered a “gown” at
her dressmaker’s a short time ago
does not do so now. Dressmakers
who eater to fashionable folk are as
careful of their phrases as a professor,
and every few years the style in ex-
pressions changes. For instance, she
would not think of calling her place
of business a “shop" or a "store.”
To her it is a "salon.” Nor does she
sell “gowns” or "frocks.” "Dresses"
or "costumes” are the latest terms.
"Costume for ceremony” is the queer-
sounding phrase that means a special-
ly ornate affair. The modern dress-
maker never uses the word "coat.” It
is called "jacket.” Nor does she deal
iu waists. “Bodice” is the proper
term. She refers to the "models” on
u le.
Inishail.
I will go and leave the streetways.
And tiie world’s wild, dinsome plac
ifloti
With the hurrying, weary feetways,
And the folks of frenzied
I will go through darkened spares.
fa era:
passes,
Morning glad, or starlight pah
Through the rivers and the i
Till I And. among the grasses,
l.ong sweet sleep among the grasses
Of lire graves of inishail.
Ah. ye daunt me. with your w-onder,
And v* ur tolls about you lying.
O ye cl’les. with your thunder.
And yt-ur children in you, dying,
And I weary, ever sighing,
i-'or tire whisper of tho West,
Whole the glow and glamour meeting.
res on long shores beating,
hoes of the beating
ele
And the wan
Are lint echoes of the beating
Of the life's blood in my breast.
will plait a roof of rashes
For tlie low place of my sleeping,
Wheic Hie wistful water plash, e.
(Vanning needling, laughing, w-eping.
An-1 tin winds front t’riuu-han sweeping
Join their gladness and their tv., '
Till the angels' glory hlinds me
And the long sleep comes nnt
igled grasses finds
Inishail
and finds mo
nte.
Iu Hie tangled grass,
By the graves of
-Call Mall Gazette.
doctor's compannion, that the carriage
or the remains of it had been left at
the side of the line, about one hundred
yards farther down. They soon found
it.
"Ah, yes,” said the doctor, "this is
the very carriage. You see, it is a
good deal damaged; but I think, for
all that, we may be able to find what
we are looking for. The first com-
partment is the one that concerns us.”
One door of this had been smashed
and beaten in by the force of the con-
cussion; the seat had been splintered,
and showed that the fire had caught
it in places, and the flooring was torn
up. The other end of the compart-
ment, though less wrecked, had re-
ceived more damage from the fire, the
cushions had entirely disappeared, the
woodwork was black and charred, and
what remained of the door hung from
a single hinge.
"Now,” said the doctor, taking off
his coat before clambering in, "you
had better stop outside; there isn't
room for two of us in here at once.
It was in this corner”—indicating that
end of the carriage which had re-
j ceived least damage from the fire—
"that we found him. "He was lying
there, with his head against the back
ol the compartment, and the lower
part of his body jammed between the
hroken door and the seat. His head,
as you might say, rested here,” point-
; lng out a particular part of the pad-
ding which yet remained. “The bul-
let. which passed through it, must
have lodged somewhere about there.
If so, we are sure to find it.”
Cutting what was left of the cloth
tn strips with his knife, he began to
pull out the stuffing in handfulls. "1
don’t know whether the railway com-
pany would have anything to say to
this." he remarked, as he carefully
passed the material through his fin-
gers, before passing it on to his com-
panion outside, i ho did the same.
1 "b»4 w henever I'm in doubt about my
of the burial service, as one by one
the coffins w’ere lowered, and the
first spadeful of earth cast upon them.
Ted Burritt stood bareheaded be-
side his new friend, the doctor. Sud-
denly there was a commotion among
the crowd at a little distance and he
heard a sharp cry. Then the crowd
opened, as though to make way for
some one, and he saw a young man
leading a figure in black, whom he
recognized as the widow, whose hope-
less grief he had before been a wit-
ness of, but who now was clinging
to the arm of the youth who support-
ed her, and seemed as though her sud-
den joy were almost more than she
could bear.
“I was never in the train at all,”
he was assuring her over and over
again. "It was quite a mistake!
What made you think you recognized
me?"
"There was a bit of cloth just like
your coat—but oh, my boy, to think
I’ve got you again!” Antf the couple
passed on, followed by the sympa-
thetic murmrus of the crowii.
“Well, now’, what d'you think of
that for a sentimental episode? Sort
of thing one reads of but doesn’t be-
lieve in, eh? Dear meg” and the doc-
tpr took off his spectacles for no ap-
parent reason, and polished them
carefully on his silk handkerchief.
"Y’cu didn't see the meeting between
them, did you? The women were cry-
ing all round me, and they’ve made
my spectacles quite dull.”
Then, passing his arm through the
other's, "Come along,” he said, “you’ve
had quite enough of this. Come and
spend the evening with me. You
know where I live? No? Well, any-
one can tell you that. Good bye. I
must be off—got a lot of sick people
to look after."
Ted had no difficulty in finding out
the house. The door was opened to
him by an elderly woman servant,
who, as Ted thought, seemed to re-
gard him with a certain amount of
suspicion. Howbeit, she bade him
enter. From an inner room a voice
hailed him.
“Hullo!—that you? That's right—
be with you in a minute. Just wait
until I've finished poisoning off the
parish." And. through the Half open
door came the clink of glass and the
sound of liquids being poured from
one receptacle to another.
Thu next moment Dr. Cartwright
Simple Explanation.
An old man wandered into one of
the hospitals of an Eastern city. His
eyesight was rather bad, and he had
come in the hope of securing relief.
He was turned over to a young doc-
tor, who adjusted a large frame in
front of the patient's eyes and placed
in it a couple of strong magnifying
glasses. He then held a printed card
some distance away.
“Can you read that?" he asked.
"No, sir,” replied the old man.
The doctor then put in stronger
glasses and brought the card nearer.
, "Well,” he inquired, “can you read
it now?”
The old fellow shook his head, say-
ing, "No, not a word.” .
After repeating this performance
several times the doctor was about to
turn him over in despair to his more
experienced superior, when the old.
man quietly explained:
"You see, doctor, I never learned to
read.”
Not the Queen of Sheba.
The teacher was going over the
good old story of King Solomon ana
his wisdom.
"Now, dears, who wTas the great
queen who traveled so many miles •
and miles to see the king?”
Silence prevailed In the class.
"Why, you do know, all of you. The
queen who came to see the king?”
The name had been forgotten by
the class. In order to help them,
the kind, but misguided teacher began
to offer a little assistance.
“You do know, 1 am sure. The
name begins with S, and she was a
very great queen."
Just then up shot a little hand, and
out spoke the triumphant voice of the
little, auburn-haired girl. She trans-
fixed the listening schoolroom with
the following brief sthatement:
“I know; it was the Queen of
Spa'des!”
The Open Door.
"I don’t know exactly how It hap-
pened," Reggie was telling his best
friend over a game of biiliars. “r
never meant to propose, you know—
that is, not just yet. I wanted to
knock about a little more. But after
we got home from the theater and
sat in the parlor discussing the plot
of the play, I ventured out on thin ice
and broke through betore I knew
where I was. It came as a deuce of a
shock, just as I should imagine break-
ing through real ice would be.
“But Jessie was all ready for me.
She was expecting it. First thing I
knew she had me by the collar and
landed me on safe ground again—hut
I was engaged. No doubt about that.
Anyhow. I'm glad I've got her. Might
have lost her through some slip if I'd
waited. But I don't want to read any
more stuff about bashful fellows stam-
mering out proposals. It's all too
easy."
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French, Mrs. W. H. Chandler Daily Publicist. (Chandler, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 2, No. 310, Ed. 1 Wednesday, March 30, 1904, newspaper, March 30, 1904; Chandler, Oklahoma Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc911670/m1/4/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.