The County Democrat. (Tecumseh, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 28, Ed. 1 Friday, April 8, 1921 Page: 2 of 8
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THE COUNTY DEMOCRAT, TECUMSEH, OKLA.
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PAMELA THORNTON.
Synopula. — Robert Kervey Ran-
dolph. young'Now York mon-about-
town, leaves the home of hla sweet-
heart. Madge Van Tclller, cha-
gTlned because of her refusal of hie
proposal of marriage. His Income.
$10,000 a year, which he must sur-
render If a certain Mias Imogen
Pamela Thornton (whom he has
seen only as a small girl ten years
before) Is found, Is not considered
by the girl of his heart adequate
to modern needs. In a "don’t care"
mood Randolph enters a taxi, un-
seen by the driver, and Is driven
to the stage door of a theater. A
man he knows, Duke Reamer, In-
duces a girl to enter the cab.
Beamer, attempting to follow. Is
pushed back by Randolph and the
cab moves on. Ills new acquaint-
ance tells Randolph she Is a cho-
rus girl, and has lost her position.
She Is in distress, even hungry, and
he takes her to his apartment.
PART I—Continued.
The clrl considered gravely for a
fnonipnt; tlion licr fuce broke Into n
rippling smile that swept up and set-
* lied in her eyes. She reached for a
cushion, put It nt her hack, tucked one
foot under herself, and waved the
other In the same fashion as had Miss
Van Telller earlier In the evening.
‘‘Now talk.” she said.
‘‘Do you like me?” asked Mr. Ran-
dolph.
She nodded her head.
“You’re not afraid to be here?”
She shook denial.
“Have you ever been In a man's
room before?”
She looked him straight In the eyes
and made no other sign.
It was Mr. Randolph’s turn to flush.
“Then,” he said, “If you like me and
If you’re not afruld, please begin at
the start and tell me all about It."
The girl’s eyes fell and sought the
fire. Her fuce slowly paled to the
shade of her somber thoughts. She
was no longer pretty: she was beauti-
ful, with a revealing transparency that
made her seem unfleshed, u disem-
bodied spirit of sincerity und truth,
Indubitably pure.
“I had a nurse once,” she said. In a
low voice, “and n wire-haired terrier,
a show-dog and n darling. Ills name
was Sport.” She raised solemn eyes
to Randolph’s fnce as though measur-
ing his powers of understanding. “My
nurse died and then, one day, 1 had to
sell Sport; I wasn’t old enough to sell
myself.”
Site stopped speaking with an un-
mistakable finality. Randolph was
overwhelmed by the flood of Informa-
tion that this slip of a girl had packed
into two-score words. A life-story In
four lines and a revelation of the
heart thrown In for good measure!
Over nnd above that, he had to reckon
with the confirmation of a suspicion
which had been slowly establishing it-
self in his mind thut he hnd mot her
before, that not for the first time this
»lglit had those soft lips, curved for
merry words, cried, “My, what a
hump!" within his hearing.
So many considerations pressed to
his Immediate attention that he
awoke to the actual present too late
to stem the tide of tears that sudden-
ly rose to the girl's eyes.
“Oh,” she sobbed, “what Is to be-
come of me? I was so happy here, If
hadn't made me think!”
unything has been said in the
course of these pages to give the Im-
pression thut Mr. Randolph was mod-
eled after Joseph or hewn out of lee
packed with probity to the exclu-
____of red blood, forget It. At the
sight of those tears, he slid the length
the couch to first base, fielded the
In his arms, switched her round
so that she lay across his knees, drew
her face against his shoulder, nnd
rocked her gently.
“You poor kiddle," he said softly,
•what a devil of a time you’ve hnd!
Rut believe me when I tell you It's all
over. This Is the night that starts your
old happy sun Into the blue sky again.
Don't worry "
She stopped crying and looked up
the honest face so close to her
puzzling as to how Just those
words could have come from It; but
the world hnd taught her a hard les-
son In varying standards. She drew a
long quivering sigh.
“If you could only wait until I love
you. body and soul.” ahe breathed.
“What on earth do you mean?”
asked Mr. Randolph.
“Why. then It wouldn’t be so bad—
so ugly."
“I don’t ret you," remarked Robert
Ilervey.
“A man told me Just a little while
that he was making a catalogue
_ why tfotnen give them-
selves.’ ahe continued. “He had eleven
already, and yet be waa one of the
nicest men I’ve met. He talked to me
•a though he were showing uie a way
that I must travel alone.”
mid Mr. Randolph. stif-
pcreeptlbly.
“The lowest' reuson of all was for
cold cash,” the went on, ns though he
had not spoken. “Then came the glit-
ter of precious stones, nnd, after that,
silk underwear."
"Silk underwear!” exclaimed Mr.
Randolph, mystified nnd Interested in
spite of himself.
“Of course you couldn’t understand
that,” she said, “not unless you hnd
seen some poor girl bury her fuce In
erejie de qhlne and lace, tremble to try
them on, and then sob because she hud
to wear clothes over them.”
"Look here,” said Mr. Randolph,
shuddering at the pity of It: "well
pass on tost he next, If you don’t mind ”
“Curiosity comes next," resumed the
girl obediently. "A woman Is weak
until she knows everything. Then
comes n funny one that you won’t un-
derstand at all. It’s called ‘Recause.’
•Because he hnd on a coat that re-
minded her of an old coat that a man
she hnd loved used to wear.’ ”
"My deur girl—’’ protested Mr. Ran-
dolph.
“I said they weren’t Interesting,”
she reminded him dispassionately. Her
eyes widened.' “And now,” she con-
tinued, “we go up nnd up—spite flint
stabs Its own heart; the lonely soul;
consuming fire, and, last and greatest
renson of all, Just love.” Her eyes
glowed to some distant focus. "If all
myself, my honor, my past, nnd my
future dissolve to the single drop of a
present moment In the crystal cup of
you
or
sion
fdg
ef
girl
1,
“Now Talk," She Said.
Into
own.
love, then let me give myself to a
lover’s lips for, once drained, nothing
will he left upon which to hnng the
badge of shame—nothing remain In
all the world hut the spirit and—and
the sacrifice.”
“Girl," said Mr. Randolph, crushing
her to him as though he snatched her
back from Just beyond his clnsp,
“where Is your mind wandering? What
have you been thinking? That I was
asking you to—to give yourself to
me?”
Her eyes enme suddenly to Ills fare.
“Yes,” she said; “I thought thnt.”
He stared nt her for a long silent mo-
ment. his Ups wavering nervously be-
tween pity nnd severity. A flush
swept over her fnce, and Into her eyes
crept a look of fear. “You don’t want
me?" she whispered; then, ns he did
not speak : “Kiss me. I wish you to
kiss me.”
There wns something In her Insist-
ence thnt clutched at h!s heart and
bent him forwnrd. He drew her head
up slowly to meet his Ups and kissed
her ns lightly, ns Impersonally ns
brother ever saluted sister, but far
more fearfully. Immediately her body
went limp In his arms, turned to a
dead weight of uninspired flesh.
"It Is true," she murmured, des-
perately. “You don’t really want me
and I can never love you now."
Randolph awoke to that still cry.
He shook her. seized her head In both
his hands, nnd forced her eyes to meet
the Maze In his.
“You generous, careless, adorable
little fool!" he growled. “Why. you’re
the most deslrahle and precious bundle
of lovable charm that robber man
ever trembled to hold In sacrilegious
amis!"
She stared at him amazed.
“Why don’t you kiss the way you
talk?" she demanded.
“Beenuse there’s no reason for your
desperate barter, my dear Imogene
Pamela Thornton."
In one lithe motion she was out of
his arms, on her feet, hack to the fir*,
head npthrown.
"How dare you—how dare you call
m# by that name?" She waa trano-
formed; her eyea flashed with such a
light aa made the
Me In your arms?" She asked, gulping
out the words. “Vivienne Vlvlerre"—
her lips curled In distaste at the nams
—"ah, yes ; poor despairing thing! Bui
I—Pamela Thornton! Oh, who ar*
you? Why did you?” She dropi»ed
her fnce in her hands nnd sobbed ul
though her heart had broken.
Randolph did not lenp to comfort
her this time; he (lid not even wntch
her. With his eyes on the edges of
lire thut peeped from between and
round her ankles, he began to tnlk.
"I knew you; I knew Sport; 1 knew
Maggie. Just once I met you all, nnd
I’ve never forgotten, I couldn’t." He
smiled crookedly. “You nnd I sat down
so hard together nnd you cried out.
•My, what n hump!’ and laughed nnd
laughed—Just like tonight, hack there
at the stage-door of the Crocodile.
Pamela stopped crying.
"So you were that awfully nlc»
hoy,’’ she said, disclosing tear-stained
cheeks and looking him over ns though
she were Inventorying n long list of
points of deterioration.
Robert Ilervey Randolph, six feet
tnll, freckled-nosed, open-faced. Mile-
eyed nnd broai. shouldered, looked up
at her almost appealingly as if his
whole sum and substance were crying
out to be appraised at fnce value hut
nr> less.
“That’s me." he said vapidly. “My
name Is Robert Ilervey Randolph.
Rome people call me ’Rob,* some
•Herv,’ and the sidey ones say
‘Randy.’ ”
“And I shall cnll you ‘Mr. Ran-
dolph,”’ said Miss Thornton bravely,
nnd then broke Into: “After—nfter
I’ve th—thanked you again and—and
again from my heart. I’m going now."
“That's n wrong guess," said Robert,
smiling happily—he didn't know exact-
ly why. "I’m the one that’s going, aft-
er you promise me that you 11 stay
here until ten o’clock tomorrow. But
before we come to thnt, please don’t
thank me ever. It’s selfish, hut I d
simply love to have you remember me
ns Bob or Herv or, nt the very worst,
Bandy. Won’t you?”
She looked this way nnd thnt before
she let her fnce ripple to Its wondrous
smile.
"I'll go ns far rs Randy,” she con-
ceded mischievously; then the smile
went nnd the shadow came. “But I
really can’t stay here, you know.”
Mr. Rnndolph leaped to his feet,
reached her In a single stride nnd
caught her by both wrists. "Look nt
me 1” he said. "If you won’t promise
to stay here without a break till ten
o’clock tomorrow nnd thereafter nt
your piensure, I’ll stay myself and
hold you. Now, do you or don’t you?
One—two—”
"I do.”
"Do what?" Inquired Robert.
“I promise."
“Mulce yourself absolutely nt home,
then,” he said, os he dropped her
hands and turned toward the door.
“I feel like Christmas eve,” said
Miss Thpmton meekly. "Won’t you
plense tell me what's going to hap-
pen?”
“You’ve guessed It—Christmas,” he
answered enigmatically, tossed the
latch-key on the table, nnd left her.
She can be excused for spying upon
him from the curtained window. She
saw him nwnke the cabman, and then
watched the pantomime of a long col-
loquy.
Oh!” she monned. “No wonder!
The awful, awful price of those horrid
clock things! Why did I let him tell It
to wait?”
Presently she wns amazed to see
both the driver and Mr. Randolph dis-
appear Into the dark recesses of the
cab nnd close nfter them Its door. For
twenty breathless minutes she
watched, tormented by the thought
thnt they had retired to have It out
where they wouldn’t be disturbed by
the police. But at last they Issued—
both of them. Mr. Randolph proceed-
ed to crank the enr and then, walking
rather strangely, went off, headed
west; the driver mounted his box.
threw in the clutch, nnd scurried to
the east as though he were off to
meet the morning.
“Strange doings!” thought Miss Imo-
gene Pamela Thornton, ns she turned
from the window to start on a private-
ly conducted voyage of discovery.
Strange doings. Indeed, nnd stranger
still could Imogene Pamela hnve heard
ns well ns seen. This Is what really
happened: Mr. Randolph awoke the
cabman gently but thoroughly; then
he said :
“Look here: I want to buy your
wagon.”
“Gownn, boss; wot d’yer take me
for? Here I been freezln’ most to det’
fer two mortal hours an’ a gent like
you starts right In kickin' on the clock
wldout even rendin’ It."
"Shucks!" said Mr. Randolph.
"Wlmt's biting yon? Never mind the
meter-rending; here's twenty for you
to forget that. Now tell me: M ho
owns your buzz-wagon? You?"
“Nnw; the Village Cab company,"
replied the saturnine cnbinnn as he
stuffed the twenty-dollnr bill Into his
trousers pocket.
“Well.” said Mr. Rnndolph, “yon
nnd 1 are nhout the same build and
I've got a proposition for you. Change
clothes, hand me over your cab, and
take two hundred dollars to see your-
self to another Job.”
The driver showed no surprise; he
contemplated the offer with half-closed
eyes and dubiously working lips.
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
THE JOB AND THE MAN
Br F. A. WALKER.
T1IE SOUL SEARCH
A N ENGLISH scientist hns devoted
x\. a lot of time and effort to wilt-
ing a hook which he calls “In Search
of the Soul.”
At the end the scientist finds him-
self no nearer discovering the whcie-
nhouts of what he was searching !»i
or even knowing the character of the
thing he sought than was Plato or
Seneca or Pythagoras or Epictetus,
all great tenchers, hut all disagreeing
when It came to the thing which none
(. them KNEW anything ubout.
* • •
Always there hns been a doubt ns
to whether the soul was within or
without tha body.
One Investigator who died not long
ago spent years of his life In an at-
tempt to devise a weighing mechanism
so delicate that he would he able to
determine If there wns any deter-
minable difference In the weight of a
human body Just before and Just
after death, hoping thereby to
tahllsh the weight of the soul.
There were reports, never perhaps
Justified, that the government bureau
of standards had under consideration
a similar line of experiments.
It would he just ns satisfying, In
nil probability, to try nnd weigh a
thought, for it is probable that noth-
ing more tangible leaves the body ut
death.
• • •
Dkl you ever wonder what becomes
of the thinking power when the body
no longer has power to breathe and
move? Is the thinking power the
soul ?
Where goes the genius of a Beethov-
en or a Mozart and that indescribable
power to group sounds Into harmony
when death has robbed those fingers
of writing down the notes upon the
ruled paper?
What becomes of the analytical
powers of a Newton or a Euclid or an
Einstein when he can no longer pen
his formulae or give to the world his
conclusions?
What becomes of the genius of t..e
painter when Ills hand can no longer
hold the brush or of the sculptor
when his hammer nnd chisel have
been laid down for the last time?
Is there tangibility to knowledge,
to talent, or are they wholly spiritual
and without dependence on mnterlul
things and existence?
Pluto said, “The body Is a prison,
from which the soul must he released
before tt can arrive nt the knowledge
of those things which nre real and Im-
mutable."
Is the soul really Imprisoned within
the body or Is the body only an Il-
lusion which our belief gives a de-
ceiving reality?
• • •
The scientist who Is studying mat-
ter, for no one yet KNO.WS what
matter Is. tells us that everything
material is made up of electrons and
thnt electrons are really only a mani-
festation of electricity and that elec-
tricity Is not matter but only energy,
nnd we, therefore, end up with the
statement that matter is not material
but only a demonstration of energy,
so nfter nil what Is there to the thing
which we ordinarily tldnk of as the
home of the soul?
Whnt an enigma! What an eternal
problem 1 We stand upon the edge of
a great ocean and wisely discuss It
ns a whole when we (lo not know more
than the merest fraction of the truth
about the one wave that washes at
our feet.
We write hooks with sounding titles
nnd confess at the end, If we are
truthful, "I know nothing.”
* * *
Only ONE thing man really KNOWS.
Thnt Is that he is conscious, thnt he
lias been endowed with some power
of recognition nnd reason. Whether
his use of that power results in a
truthful conclusion he does not know.
It may be that one of the greatest
glories and privileges of the hereafter
will he to know something and know
thnt it is the truth. •
There nre many question marks In
the paragraphs above but all life is a
question to which none of us have
ever known the satisfactory answer.
(Copyright.)
SCHOOL DAYS
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Hut i>eWa
tkc pancake s <“1
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off -tWskoes-tring—
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THE ROMANCE OF WORDS
“CATCHPENNY"
TTSKD In the sense of an ln-
U ferlor article, made merely
to Sell, (Ills coiiioltanlun of two
word* lias recently gained for
Itself n place In English dic-
tionaries, though the word it-
self is nearly n. century old,
dating hack to 1824 when Thur-
ilell was hanged for the murder
of Weure, a crime which wns
one of the most sensational in
the unnnls of London police.
It happened that a printer by
the name of Catnnch saw a
chance to make n considerable
sum ot money through the pub-
lication of what he alleged to
be the murderer's speech from
the gallows. The paper con-
taining tills report sold fnlrly
well, but the receipts (lid not
come up to Catnucli’s expecta-
tions. So he printed a second
edition, with a headline in large
letters across the top of the
sheet: "WE ARE alive agnln 1”
These words actually nppeared
In Wenre’s speech, ns reported,
hut the printer purposely left
very little space between the
first two words of the phrase
and, rending the line "WEARE
aSve again !” thousands of per-
sons bought the paper before
they discovered the deception.
The London Times referred
to the matter as a "catchpenny
device” and the printer was
thereafter known as “Catch-
penny" Catnnch. So descriptive
was the word that It hns re-
mained in the language to this
day.
(Copyright.)
uimtmmiiminmiiiiiiimiiiMiimmiink
= THE GIRL ON THE JOB 1
How to Succeed—How to Get 5
Ahead—How to Make Good 5
The heights by great men reached and
WereP|iot attained by sudden flight
But they, wnile their companions slept.
Were tolling upward In the night.
—Longfellow.
sauce
once.
around the omelet. Serve at
lTO UK CONTINUED )
Rank Shown by High Heels.
Whoa high heels wore Introduced In
Yak* they were highly let-era ted.
Tha height of tha heels proclaimed tba
rank of the
A FEW COMPANY DISHES.
a N OMELET Is an emergency dish.
x\. for with fresh eggs one may be
prepared and served in a short time.
Asparagus Omelet.
Cut all hut three stalks of aspnra-
gus Into pieces about an inch long and
let simmer In boiling salted water un-
til tender. Melt three tnblespoor.fuls
of butter, add three tnhlespoonfuls of
flour, a half tonspoonful of salt and a
dusli of black pepper. When frothy
add one and one-half cupfuls of the
asparagus water which has been saved
for this pun>ose. Add one tnblespoon-
ful of butter and add the asparagus.
Have ready the yolks of four eggs,
beaten light and the whites beaten
To the yolks add or.e-fourth tea-
spoonful each of salt and pepper, then
turn them over the whites nnd fold
ihero together. Melt a tnblespoonful
of butter In a hot pan, turn In the
egg mixture and when set on the bot-
tom place In the oven on the rack to
finish cooking. Test with a knife
thruet Into the center. Score at right
angles to the handle of the pan. fold
and turn out on a hot platter. Ar-
range the three cooked stalks of as-
paragus over, the top of the omelet
and Ok ivst of the asparagus with the
Rice Glace.
Cook one-half cupful of rice In boil-
ing salted water five minutes, drain,
put into a double boiler with hot milk,
using one pint, cook until soft. Soak
one tnblespoonful of gelatin in two
tablespoonfuls of cold water, add three
table poonfuls of hot water, one-half
tonspoonful of salt, one-tldrd of a cup-
ful of sugar: stir until dissolved and
add to the rice. Flavor with one ten-
spoonful of vaniln, add one-half cupful
of stiffly beaten cream nnd more sugar.
If needed. Chill before serving.
(©. 1921, Western Newspaper Union.)
_ By JESSIE ROBERTS |
TEACHERS
r-w-vEACIlERS nre looking about those
X days for opportunities that will
give them better returns than those
the schools yield. This may be a
pity from the point of view of the
schools, but It Is a fact.
But many women love teaching, and
feel that they are particularly well-
suited to this work. Yet they must
earn more money. There Is an op-
portunity for joining the two In tench-^
Ing salesmanship. Many of the big
department stores run classes for
teaching their salespeople better meth-
ods nnd for giving them a chance to
advance to the higher positions.
Teachers are now taking special
courses In selling and then going into
the teaching of this branch of com-
merce.
There is also an opening in doing
special research work for retail and
department stores, nnd teachers are
qualifying for such positions. Natural-
ly they soon make a far greater salary
than ever they got by school-teaching,
nnd what Is more the life Itself is
broader, more various and fuller of
opportunity. Teachers who go Into
commerce from this angle often de-
velop Into saleswomen themselves, nnd
grow to prefer that work. Executive
positions In retail and department
stores are also open to them af^er
the experience that comes with teach-
ing.
A certain time spent in teaching
school Is good practice for almost any
job. Witness how many of our fa-
mous men were at one time of their
enreer teachers in o-untry or city
schools. But the young woman who
wants to get out Into the world and
make a real future for herself will
not stay too long In the classroom.
She will use her training to bring her
the best results possible. Executive
positions In wholesale and retail trade
nre one possibility, and an excellent
one. n
(Copyright.)
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THE WOODS
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
nr**~*‘*****“““******‘
THE CHEERFUL CHERUB
. ’“* ■
I love tke little
V"*i tkirKja
Tkvt srtvj eil nigkt
witk <Jrvtirv3 v/in^s.
Like tkem v/itk
notkirvO tTNvek to s%V
I’ll keep on
SiTYjin^
T.nyvre.v£
SPRING FEVER.
xltOT exactly lazy—
XN Yet I want to sit
In the mornln' hazy
An’ Jest dream a bit.
Haven't got ambition
Fer a single thing—
Regnler condition
Ev'ry bloomin' Spring.
Want to sleep nt noontime
(Ought to work instead),
But along at moontime
Hate to go to bed.
Find myself n-stealln’
For a sunny spot—
Jest that Springy feelln’.
That Is what I’ve got.
I-lke to set a-wlshln'
Fer a pipe an’ book.
Like to go a-flshln'
In a meadow-brook
With some fish deceiver.
Underneath a tree
Jest the old Spring fever.
That’s what's ailin' met
(Copyright.)
Three French engineers have de-
signed an airplane wing that ran be
given an Increased supporting surface
ta flight to make landing safer.
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