Cimarron Valley Clipper (Coyle, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 45, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 1, 1920 Page: 2 of 4
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A MOTHER’S FXPERihU
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Houston. Texas.—“After the advent o
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CHAPTER XII,
—19—
“Tin’ll soon be well, don't you think,
mister? He said he would be well
when the holidays—"
Hut Dave’s expression stopped the
hoy, whose own fnro went suddenly
wild with fear. “He Is well now,
Charlie," he snld, us steadily as ho
could. “It Is nil holidays now for
him.”
The match had burned out and the
room was In utter darkness. Dave
heard the child drawing his feet
across the floor, then suddenly whim-
pering like a thing that had been mor-
tally hurt, lie groped toward him,
and at lemrth his fingers found his
shock of hair, ne drrfw the boy
slowly Into his arms; then very, very
tight. . . . After all, they were or-
phans together.
“You will come with me," ho said
at length. “I will see that you are
provided for. The doctor will soon
be here, or we will meet him on the
way, and he will make the arrange-
ments for—the arrangements that
have to bo made, you know.”
They retraced their steps toward
the town, meeting the doctor at the
broken bridge. Dave exchanged a
few words with him In low tones, and
they passed on. §oon they were
swinging again through the city
streets. Even with the developments
of the evening pressing heavily upon
his mind Dave could not resist the
temptation to stop and listen for a
moment to bulletins being lead
through a megaphone.
"The kaiser has stripped off his
ISrltish regalia,” said the announcer,
“llo says he will never again wear
a British uniform.”
A chuckle of derisive laughter ran
through the mob; then someone struck
up a well-known refrain—“What the
h-do we care?” Up and down the
street voices caught up the chorus.
. . . Within a year the bones of
many In that thoughtless crowd,
bleaching on tho fields of Flanders,
showed how much they cared.
Dave drove direct to the Hardy home.
After some delay Irene met him at
the door, and Dave explained the sit-
uation In a few words. "We must
take care of him, Iteenie,” he sold. “I
feel a personal responsibility.”
“Of course we will take him,” she
answered. “IIo will live here until
wo hnve a—some place of our own.”
Her face was bright with something
which must be tenderness. “Bring
him upstairs. Wo will allot, him a
room and Introduce him first to—the
! bathroom. And tomorrow we shall
hnve an excursion downtown, and get
some new clothes for Charlie—El-
den.”
As they moved up the stairs Con-
ward, who had been In another room
I In conversation with Mrs. Ilanly, fol- j
lowed them unseen. The evening had !
j been Interminable for Conward. For |
three hours lie had awaited word that
ins victim had been trapped, and for
j three hours no word had come. If ,
| his plans had miscarried, If Dave had j
j discovered the plot, well— And here
at length was Dave, engrossed In a
| very different matter. Conward fol-
lowed them up the stairs.
Irene and Dave chatted with the
boy for a few moments, then Irene
turned to some arrangements for his
comfort and Dave started downstairs.
In the passage ho was met by Con-
ward.
“What aro you doing here?*’ Dave
demanded, as he felt his head begin-
ning to swim In anger.
I Conward leered only the more of-
I fenslvely, and walked down the stairs
I beside him. At the foot he coolly lit
another cigarette. Ho held the match
before him and calmly watched It
burn out Then ho extended it toward
| Dave.
“You remember our wager, Elden.
I present you with—a burned-out
j match."
"You Marl" cried Dave. "You in-
famous liar!”
“Ask her," Conward replied.* "She
will deny It of course. All women
' do.”
Dave felt his muscles tighten, and
knew that In a moment he would tear
Ids victim to pieces. As his clenched
: list came to the side of his body
struck something hard| His re-
volver! lie had forgotten; he was
not In the linblt of enrrylng It. In an
Instant he lind Conward covered.
Dave did not press the trigger nt
once. He took n fierce delight in tor-
turing tho nmn who had wre^ed his
life—even while he told himself he
could not believe his boast. Now lie
watched the color fade from Con-
ward' - < i < .-it*; the eyes stand out in
i
still; the cigarette drop from his
nerveless dips,
“You are V bravo man, Conward.
lie said, and thee*! was tho rasp of
hate and contempt In his voice. "You
aro a very brave man."
Mrs. Hardy, sakslug something
wrong, same jout from her fitting
room. With a little cry she swooned
away.
Conward tried to stienk, but words
stuck In his throat. With 0u dry
tongue he licked Ills drier lips.
“Do you believe In hell, Conward?"
Dave continued. “I’ve always had
some doubt myself, but In thirty sec-
onds—you’ll know.”
Irene appeared on the stairway.
For a moment her eyes refused to
grasp the scene before them: Con-
ward cowering terror-stricken; Dave
fierce, steely, Implacable, with his re-
volver lined oil ('onward's bruin.
Through some strange whim of her
mind her thought In tliut Instant flew
hack to the bottles on tlio posts of
Uif Elden ranch, and Dave' breaking
live out of six on the gallop. Then
suddenly she became aware of one
thing only. A tragedy was being en-
acted before tier eyes.
“Oh, don't, Dave I Don't, don’t
shoot him!" she cried, flying down
the remaining steps. Before Dave
could grasp her purpose she was upon
him, had clutched his revolver, had
wrapped her arms about tils. “Don't,
don't, Dave!” she pleaded. “For my
sake don’t do—that I”
Her words were tragically unfortu-
nate. For a moment Dave stood as
one paralyzed; then his heart dried
up within him.
“So that's the way of It!" he snld,
ns he broke her grip, and the horror
in his own eyes would not let him
read the sudden horror In hers. “All
rigid; take It," fftul he placed the re-
volver in her hand. “You should
know what to do with It." And be-
fore she could stop him he had walked
out of the house.
She rushed to the gate, but al-
ready the roar of his motor was lost
in the hum of the city’s traffic.
CHAPTER XIII.
When Dave sprang Into Ills car he
gave the motor a full head and drove
through the city streets In a fury of
recklessness. His mind was numbed
it was incapable of assorting thoughts
and placing them in proper relation-
ship to one another. He was soon out
of the city, roaring through the still
autumn night with undiminished
speed.
Over tortuous country roads, across
sudden bridges, along slippery hill-
sides, through black bluffs of scrub
land—in some strange way he tried
to drown the uproar in Ills soul In the
frenzy of the steel that quivered be-
YOU WOULDN'T TRY ■
TO TAME A WILD-CAT
Use of
Illustrations by
IRWIN MYERS
He starteil his motor, and even It
hts despair felt a thrill of pride ns the
faithful gears engaged and the cat
Mr. Dodson Warns Against
Treacherous, Dangerous
" Calomel.
Calomel salivates! It's mercury.;
Calomel acts like dynamite on a slug-
gish liver. When calomel comes into
contact with sour bile it crashes Into
It, causing cramping and nausea.
If you feel bilious, headachy, consti-
pated and all knocked out, just go to
your druggist and get a bottle of Dodr
son’s Liver Tone for n few cents which
is a harmless vegetable substitute for
dangerous calomel. Take a spoonful
and if it doesn't start your liver and
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climbed hack to Its place on the trail, j slnljghtcn you up better and quicker
than nasty calomel and without mak-
ing you sick, just go back and get your
money.
If you take calomel today you'll he
sick and nauseated tomorrow; besides,
it may salivate you, while if you take
Dodson’s Liver Tone you will wake up
feeling great, full of ambition and
ready for work or play. It's harmless,
pleasant nod safe,to give to children;
they like it.—Adv.
Was all faithfulness, then, In things ol
steel and Iron, and none In flesh nnd
blood? He followed the trail. Why
stop now? The long-forgotten ranch
buildings lay across the stream ami
behind the tongue of spruce trees, un-
less some wandering foothill fire had
destroyed them. He forded the streura
without difficulty. That was where he
had carried her out. . . . He felt
his way slowly along the old fence,
That was where she had set up bottles
for his marksmanship. ... He
stopped where the straggting gate
should be and walked carefully into
the yard. That was where she had
first called him Dave. . . . Then
he found the doorstep and sat down
to wait.
When the sun was well up he arose
and walked about. ’ His lips were
parched; he found himself nibbling
them with his teeth, so he went to the i
stream. He was thirsty, hut he drank j
only a mouthful; the water was flat
and insipid. . . . The old cabin was
In better repair than he would have
thought. He sprung the door open j
It was musty and strung with cob- I
Even when you want to, don't be-
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GRUMPY?
Constipated, Bilious
Headachy, take
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Brain foggy? Blue devils got you?
, Don’t stay sick, bilious, headachy, con-
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unci tried to think.
Later he walked up the canyon. He
must have walked swiftly, for the sun
was not yet at the meridian when hf
found himself at the little nook in the
rock where he and Irene had sat that
afternoon when they had first laid theii
hearts open to each other. Suddenly
ftnc remark stood up In his memory.
"The day is coming," she had said,
"when our country will want men who
can shoot and ride.” And he had said,
“Well, when It does It can call on me."
And today the country did want men
who could shoot and ride, and he had
flown Into the foothills to nurse a
broken heart. . . . Broken hearts
enu fight as well as whole ones. He
could be of some use yet. At any rate
there was a way out.
Some whim led him through the
grove of spruce trees on his way back
poison which is keeping your head
dizzy, your tongue coated, your breath
bad and stomach sour. Why not spend
a few cents for a box of Cascarets and
enjoy the nicest, gentlest laxative-ca-
thartic you ever experienced? Cns-
j carets never gripe, sicken or inconve-
I nience one like Salts, Oil, Calomel or
harsh Fills. They work while you
sleep.—Adv.
W. N. U., Oklahoma City, No. 14—1920.
The more we learn, the more eager
are we to learn more.
A new broom sweeps
clean as a straight flush.
almost as
$100 Reward, $100
Catarrh la a local disease grant.v
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destroys the foundation of the disease,
gives the patient strength by improving
general health and assists nature »n
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All good grocers sell it, 5c a puckage.
His Liver.
Recently John, the young son of
the pastor of the Rriglitwood Meth-
tlie
ing
Catarrh
that
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Already Accommodated.
One of the outfits patrolling the bor-
der during the Mexican tangle in 1916
had recruited to strength with a col-
lection of raw material that knew in-
to the ranch. Here, in an open space, odist church, was sick, llis father (lp a|M)Ut t|„, (jner points of military
He Took a Fierce Delight in Tortur-
ing the Man Who Had Wrecked His
Life.
neath him. On and on Into the night.
Bright stars gleamed overhead; a soft
breeze pressed against his face; It
was such a night as he had driven, a
ye.tr ago, with Bert Morr ,«n. Was
that only a year ago? And what had
happened? Where had lie been? Oh,
to bring the boy—Charlie, the hoy.
When was that? Under the calm
heaven his mind was already attempt-
ing to establish a sequence, to set Its
outraged home again in order.
Suddenly the enr skidded on a slip-
pery hillside, turned from the road,
plowed through a clump of scrub,
rlcochetted against a dark obstruction,
poised a moment on two wheels, turn-
ed around, and stopped. The shock
brought Dave to his souses. He sat
on the running board nnd stared for
long while Into the darkness.
“No use being a d-d fool, any-
way, Dave,” he said to himself at
leugth. “I got It—where I didn't ex-
pect It—hut I guess that's the way
with everyone." 11c tried to philoso-
phize; to get a fresh grip on hlm-
he looked about, kicking in the dry
grass. At length his toe disturbed a
few bleached bones, and he stood and
looked with unseeing eyes far across j
the shimmering valley.
“Brownie,” he said at length, j
“Brownie.” The whole scene came j
back upon him—the moonlight, and >
Irene's distress, and the little bleed- |
ing body. And he had said he didn’t j
know anything about the justice of
God; all he knew was the critter that j
couldn’t run was the one that got !
caught. ... And he had said that -
was life. ... He had said it was
only nature.
And then they had stood among the
trees and beneath the white moon and (
pledged their faith. ... | ,.
Again his head went up and the old | nf.'' l'11.
light flashed in his eyes. “The first
thing Is to kill the wolf," he said ;
aloud. “No other innocent shall fall J
to his fangs. Then—my country.”
Darkness had again fallen before
Dave found his car threading the ;
streets of the city, still feverish with j
Its newborn excitement of war. He
returned his car to the garage; an
attendant looked up curiously—It was
evident from his glance that Dave had
already been missed—but no words j
were exchanged. He stood for a mo-
ment in the street, collecting his
thoughts and rehearsing his resolves.
He was amazed to find that, even
in his bitterness, the city reached a
thousand hands u* him—hands of
habit and association and customs of
mind—all urging him back Into tho
old groove; all saying: “The routine
Is the thing. Be a spoke In the wheel; I
go round with the rest of us.”
"No,” he reminded himself. "No, I ■
can’t do that I have business on !
hand. First—to kill the wolf."
He remembered that he had given j
hts revolver to Irene. And suddenly !
she sat with him again at the tea j
table. . . . Where was he? Yes, i
he had given his revolver to Irene, j
Well, there was another In his rooms, j
In the hallway of the block In l
which he had his bachelor apartments j
Dave iftmost collided with a woman. -
lie drew hack, nnd tho light fell on
took him to see Dr. W. C. Engle. The
doctor was giving him a thorough
examination to determine his ailment.
In the examination he said: "John,
I am going to see whether you have
a liver. Hnve you a liver, John?"
The boy replied: “Not yet; I will
have one after dinner."
“After dinner," said the doctor.
“How is that, John?”
“Well," said John, “mother is conk-
ing nn old lien for dinner, nnd I am
going to cat her liver."—Indianapolis
News.
Oh, What’s the Use?
“More money? Why, only yesterday
I gave you $20."
“Yes, dear, hut I spent that on a
to you to buy food.
You can’t feed yourself on a new hat.”
“I can feed part of myself with It.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can feast my eyes on It."
Peace and Quiet.
Vicar (to parishioner who has re-
rently lost his wife) You must feel
very lonely now, I’m afraid, Mr. Jud-
kins?
Mr. Judkins—Yes, sir; It he lone-
lome—but It be quiet!—Passing Show,
London.
tactics. One of the rawest of the
raw was on guard duty one night
after taps, when a major passed un-
challenged.
“Don’t you want the countersign?"
Inquired the officer sternly.
“No, thanks, major,” replied tlie sen-
try. “The fellow in the guardhouse
gave It to me already.”—Home See.
tor.
He Voted, Did Andy.
Andy, a negro porter at a Broadway
theater, belongs to a lodge. The other
night the lodge mot to vote on the
question of changing meeting rooms,
hut Andy didn't get there. Yesterday
we met him on Broadway nnd he said
tlie organization was to have new
quarters.
“Did you vote for a change,” we
asked.
“1 wasn’t nt de meetin’.’’ replied
Andy, “but I voted by peroxide.”—New
York World.
The man who marries a disagree-
able woman for her money swallows a
hitter silver-coated pill.
The largest single dried fruit crop
of the world Is the currant crop pro-
| duced In western Greece.
self "Where are we, anyway?" ],jS face, but hers was in the shadow.
continued. "This country looks famil-
iar." lie got up again nnd walked
about, finding his way hack to tho
road. He went along it a little way.
Vague Impressions suggested that he
should know the spot, and yet ho
could not Identify It. Then, with a
v
le Min 0' ^
had come to grief; the hillside on
<<n .6
tl ... A
poignancy of grief engulfed him,
sweeping away his cheap philosophies.
Here she ......1* young and eleuil and
entrancing, thrust before him In nn
Instant out of the wonderful days of
the past. Aud would she always fol-
low him thus? With an unutterable
sinking he know that was so—that
the world was not big enough to hide
him from Irene llardy. There wus no
way out.
And then he heard her voice.
“Oh, Dave, I’m so glad— Why,
what has happened?" The hist, wotfis
ran into a little treble of pain as she
noted his haggard face.
“You—Edith?" he managed to say.
‘Whatever—”
She came toward him and placed
her hands on his. "I've Veen hero a
hundred tlm^a ever since morning--
ever since Bert Morrison called up.to
say you had disappeared—that then
was some mystery. There Isn’t, Is
there, Dave? You’re nil right, Davq
aren't you, Dave?" *
(TO BH CONTINUED.)
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