The May Bugle. (May, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 31, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 30, 1913 Page: 2 of 8
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JOHN BRECKENMDGE ELLIS
S ifjf. ILLUSTRATIONS BY"
■ .<2 .,.0 • IRWIN • MYERS
Fran arrives at Hamilton Ori'Rory'*
homo In IJttleburK. but finds him absent
conducting the choir ut a camp merlin*.
She repairs thither In search of him.
laugha during the service anil Is asked t,l
lawre Abbott Ashton, superintendent of
schools, escorts Kran from the tent, lie , _ , ... .
tells her Gregory Is a wealthy man. ar,,,a Hlltl •*' •'* "* r
deeply Interested In charily work, and a
pillar of the church. Ashton becomes
greatly Interested In Kran and while tak
In* leave of her. holds lie* hand Hnd Is
*«en by Sapphira Clinton, sister of Rob-
ert Clinton, chairman of the school board
Kran tells Gregory she wants a home
with him Grace Nolr. (11 eg. .ry's private
secretary takes a violent dislike to Kran
and advises her to go away at once.
Fran hints at a twenty-year-old secret,
and Gregory In ugltatlon asks Grace to
leave the room. Kran relates the story
of how Gregory married a young girl at
Hprtngfield while attending college and
then deserted her Kran Is the child of
that marriage. Gregory had married his
present wife three years before the death
of Kran's mother Kran lakes a liking to
Mrs Gregory. Gregory explains that
Kran Is the daughter of a very dear friend
who Is dead Kran agrees to the story
Mrs, Gregory Inslsls on her making her
home with them ami takes her to her
arms. Kran declares the secretary must
go. Grace begins nagging tactics In am
effort to drive Kran from the Gregory
home. Abbott, while taking a walk alone
at midnight, finds Kran on a bridge tell-
ing her fortune by cards. She tells Ab-
bott that she Is the famous lion tamer,
Kran Nonpareil. She tired of circus life
and sought a home. Grace tells of see-
ing Kran come home after midnight with
a man. She guesses part of the story
and surprises the rest from Abbott. She
decides to ask Roll Clinton to go to
Springfield to Investigate Fran's story.
Kran enlists Abbott In her battle against
Grace. Kran offers her services to Greg-
ory ns secretary during the temporary
absence of Grace.
"Of course you are lonely, chiltl. hut
that, is your fault. You are In this
house on a footing of equality, and all
seem to like you, except Miss Grace—
and l must say, her disapproval dis-
turbs you very little. But you won’t
adopt our ways. You make everybody
talk by your indiscreet behavior—then
wonder that the town shuns your so-
ciety. and complain because you feel
Kran's eyes filled with tears. "If you
believe In me—if you try to like me—
that's all l ask. The whole town can
talk. It 1 have you. 1 don't care for
the world and its street corners—there
are no street corners in my world "
“You never call me Kran If you can
help It," she interposed passionately.
"Even the dogs have names. Call me
by mine; it's Fran. Say It, say It.
Call me—oh, father, father. 1 want
"Hush!” he gasped, ashen imle.
"You wifi he overheard.”
; She extended her arms wildly:
"What do you know about God, excgpt
that lie's Father. That's all—Father
—and you worship Him as His sou.
Yet you want me to care for your re-
ligion. Then why don't you show me
the way to God? Can you love Him
and deny your own child? Ant I to
pray to him as my Father in Heaven,
hut not dare acknowledge my father
on earth" No! I don't know how oth-
ers feel, but I'll have to reach heav-
enly things through human things.
Hamilton Gregory took her In his
to his breast.
Fran," lie said brokenly, "my unfor-
tunate child . . . my daughter—oh,
why were you born?"
"Yes," sobbed Kran, resting her
head u|>on ills bosom, "yes, why was
"Y’ou break my heart," he sobbed
with her. “Fran, say the word, and
l will tel! everything; I will acknowl-
edge you as my daughter, and if my
Fran shook her head. "You owe no
more to my mother than to her," she
said, catching her breath. “No. the
secret must be kept—always. Father
—1 must ‘never call you that except
when we are alone—I must always
whisper it, like a prayer—father, let
me be your secretary.”
It was strunge that this request
should surround Fran with the chill
atmosphere of a tomb. His embrace
relaxed insensibly. He looked at his
daughter in frightened bewilderment,
as if afraid she had drawn him too
far from his security for further hid-
ing. During the silence, she awaited
it was because of her tumultuous
emotions that she failed to hear ad-
"Some one is coming," he exclaimed,
with ill concealed relief. “We mustn't
he seen thus—we would he misunder-
stood." He strode to the window, and
pretended to look out. His face
The door opened, and Grace Noir
started in, then paused significantly.
"Am 1 interrupting?" she asked, in
“Certainly not," Gregory breathed
freedom. His surprise was so joyful
that lie was carried beyond himself
“Grace! It's Grace! Then you didn't
go to the city with Bob. There wasn’t
“1 am here—" began Grace easily—
"Yes, of course, that's the main
thing,” Ills delight could not be held
in check. "Y'ou are here. Indeed! And
you are looking—I mean you look
well—1 mean you are not ill—your re-
turn is so unexpected.”
"I am here," she steadily persisted,
"because I learned something that
affects my interests. I went par* of
the way with Mr. Clinton, but after
thinking over what had been told me,
I decided to leave the train at the next
station. I have been driven back in a
carriage. 1 may as well tell you, Mr.
Gregory, that i atn urged to accept a |
responsible position in Chicago "
He understood that she referred to
marriage w ith Robert Clinton. "But—”
he began, very pale.
She repeated. "A responsible posi-
glad you've left your room," said Miss
Sapphira, all Innocence, all kindness
''Y‘ou'11 study yourself to death. It
won't make any more of life to take it
hard—there's just so much for every
Huge and serious, Miss Sapphira sat
in the shadow of the bay-window.
Against the wall were arranged
sturdy round-backed wooden chairs,
each of which could have received the
landlady's person without a quiver of
a spindle. Everything about Abbott
seemed too carefully ordered—he
pined for the woods—some mossy
bank sloping to a purling stream.
Suddenly Miss Sapphira grew pon-
derously significant. Her massive head
he was in no dewy-morning mood. He
understood what those wise nods had
meant, and he was in no frame of
mind for such wisdom. He meant to
go far, far away from the boarding-
house, from the environment of
schools and school-boards, from Little-
burg with its atmosphere of ridiculous
Of course he could have gone just
as far, if he had not chosen the direc-
tion of Blubb's RitHe—but he had to
take some direction He halted before
lie came in sight of the stream; if
Fran had a mind to fish with Simon
Jefferson, lie would not spoil her s[>ort j true 0O*°r- And I am a real friend.
He found a comfortable log where 110 mat*er w^lat kind of tree I am
"Well, then get in the very farthest
corner. Now look me in the eyes."
"And, oil. Fran, you have such eyes!
They are so marvelously—er—un
“I'm glad you ended up that way
Now look me in the eyes. Suppose
you should see the school-board sail-
ing down the road. Miss Sapphira
thrown In. What would you do?"
“What should I do?”
“Hide. I suppose,” said Frau, sud
“Then you look me in the eyes and
listen to me,” he said impressively
"Weigh my words—have you scales
“Put ’em on slow and careful.”
"1 am not Mr. Chameleon for 1 show
he might study under the gracious
trembled from a weight of meaning j sky. He did not learn much—there
not to be lifted lightly in mere words,
her double chins consolidated, and her
mouth became as the granite door of a
cave sealed against the too-curiaus.
Abbott paused uneasily before his
She answered almost tragically,
“Board meeting, tonight.”
Ordinarily, teachers for the next
seemed a bird in every line.
He paused, groping for a word.
“Up?" she suggested, with a sudden
chuckle. "All right—let the school-
When he closed his books, scarcely I board come. But you don t seem sur-
knowing why, and decided to ramble. I *)r'sed to see me here in the buggy
it was with no intention of seeking ! without Mr. Simon,
Fran. Miss Sapphira might have
“When Mr. Simon comes he’ll find
Have you heard any | guessed what would happen, but in j me right here, ^ Abbott declared.
perfect Innocence, the young man Fran, please don t be always showing
strolled, seeking a grassy by-road, sel- -our worst side to the town; when
dom used, redolent of brush, tree, vine, -vou lau£h a* people s standards, they
dust-ladeu weed. It was a road where (think you queer and you cant imag-
ine just how much you are to me."
“Huh!” Fran sniffed. "I'd hate to
year were selected before the close of | the sun seemed almost a stranger; a
road gone to sleep and dreaming of
He Understood What Those Wise
Nods Had Meant.
the feet of stealthy Indians, of noisy
settlers, and skillful trappers. All
such fretful bits of life had the old
road drained into oblivion, and now it
seemed to call on Abbott to chare
their fate, the fate of the forgotten.
But the road lost its mystic mean-
ing when Abbott discovered Fran.
Suddenly it became only a road—nay.
be anybody’s friend and have my
friendship as little use as yours has
been to me.”
He was deeply wounded. “I’ve tried
to give good advice—”
"I don't need advice, I want help in
carrying out what I already know.”
Her voice vibrated. “You're afraid of
losing your position if you have any-
it became nothing. It seemed that the ! lb'ng to do with me. Of course I m
sight of Fran always made wreckage i qUf>er' /an I help it, when I have
of the world about her.
She was sitting in the Gregory bug-
gy, hut, most surprising of all, there
tion in Chicago. And 1 was told, this
And 1 tell you that you are standing I morning, that while ! was away. Fra“ | w ^th'rill ''h e}rA'lfzedTo\v''mpor
___-________.i »# mount trt fllinlr fnr rhe flofnituprenin i " ” II a tltrill. tit. realized HOW iIlipOI
was no horse between the shafts—no
horse wras to be seen, anywhere. Best
of all. no Simon Jefferson was visible.
Fran in the buggy—that was all. Slow
traveling, indeed, even for this slpepy
"Not in a hurry, are you?"
"I’ve arrived," Fran said, in un-
“Are you tired of fishing. Fran?”
"Yes. and of being fished.”
She had closed the door in his face,
but he said—as through the keyhole—
"Does that mean for me to go away?”
the spring term; only those “on the | “You are a pretty good friend. Mr.
inside" knew that the fateful board j Ashton," she said with a curl of her
meeting had been delayed week after ijp -i mean—when we are alone.”
week because of disagreement o\er “ While we're together, and after
the superintendency. There was so we part/ - he quoted. • Fran, surely
much dissatisfaction over Abbott Ash- j vou don t feel toward me the way you
ton—because of “so much talk”—that are iO0kine.”
even Robert Clinton had thought it
might virtually be put upon good be-
between me and God.
"Hush. hush!" cried Gregory.
"Child! this is sacrilege!"
“No. it is not. 1 tell you, I can't
nee God, because you're in the way.
tant this meeting would prove in shap-
meant to apply for file secretaryship,
thus taking advantage of my absence."
Fran's face looked oddly white and b's ^uture-
old. in its oval of black hair. Who Vos'" 8he said warnine'y' “And
told vou this truth"" she demanded. Bob ,s determined to do his duty. He
with a menacing gleam of teeth. I »ev*r weIU ver>' ,ar in his own pduca
“Who knew of your intentions?" the ! t'on because he didn t expect to be a
“Exactly as I’m looking at vou, that's
'vaiit; ,1hat... ...y0Un^."1,an I 'ho way i feel. Stand there as long
as you please—-”
“1 don't want to stand a moment
longer. I want to sit with you in the
buggy. Please don't be so—so old!”
Fran laughed out musically, but im-
mediately declared: "I laughed be-
no real home, and nobody cares
whether I go or stay?”
"You know I care, Fran.”
Fran caught her lip between her
teeth as if to hold herself steady. “Oh,
let’s drive,” she said recklessly, strik-
ing at the dashboard with a whip, and
shaking her hair about her face till
she looked the elfish child he had first
“Fran, you know I care—you know
“We’ll drive into Sure-Enough
Country," she said with a half-smile
showing on the side of her face next
him. "Whoa! Here we are. Ail who
live in Sure-Enough Country are sure-
enough people—whatever they say is
true. Goodness!” She opened her
eyes very wide—-“It’s awful dangerous
to talk in Sure-Enough Country." She
put up her whip, and folded her
“I'm glad we're here, Frau, for you
have your friendly look."
“That's because I really do like you.
Let's talk about yourself—how you ex-
pect to be what you'll he—you’re noth-
ing yet. you know, Abbott: but how
did you come to determine to be some-
Into Abbott’s smile stole something
tender and sacred. "It was all my
other gracefully said "But this is no i
school-teacher—but ever since he's
cause you are unexpected; it doesn’t j niother." he explained simply. “She
mean 1 like you any better. I hate
friendship that shows itself only in
private. Mr. Chameleon. I like people
to show their true colors.”
“I am not Mr. Chameleon, and 1
want to sit in your buggy "
died before I received my state cer-
tificate, but she thought I'd be a great
man—so 1 am trying for it.”
"And shell never know." Fran
■ TO T?K rOXTINTKD.)
matter. The point is that 1 have this ! been chairman of the school-board,
Chicago opportunity. So if Mr Greg- he's a'nl"d to have the best W*cher».
ory wants to employ you, I must know ^ so ,be children can be taught right,
it at once, to make my arrangements 1 n,ost of em are pool and tna\ want
accordingly " I to teach, too. when they're grown. I
"Can you Imagine," Hamilton cried ! 'bink all the board 11 he for >ou to-
reproachfully, "that without any warn- j night, Abbott, and I te been glad to
mg, 1 would make a change? Cer'ain- j notice that for the last month, there s
ly not 1 "have no intention of employ- I been less taik And b\ the \\a\. slm
itig Fran. The idea is impossible. ! added, that Iran-girl went b> with
' More than that, it is- er- it is abso- Simon Jefferson just now. t lie two of
jlutely preposterous. Would 1 caimly them in Brother Gregorj s l>ugg\.
tear down what you and I have been They re going to Blubb s Ritfl. he
building up so carefully?" I with his weak heart, and her with that QIJP£3 THING IS THE TURTLE!01- v'e11 ar,md with teeth, can inter
"Then you had already refused Fran ! My smile of hers, and it s a full hree
“Pape's Diapepsin” settles sour,
gassy stomachs in five
You don't want a slow remedy when
your stomach is bad—or an uncertain
one—or a harmful one—your stomach
is too valuable; you mustn’t injure it
Rape's Diapepsin Is noted for its
speed in giving relief; its harmless-
uess; its certain unfailing action lu
regulating sick, sour, gussy stomachs.
Its millions of cures in indigestion,
dyspepsia, gastritis and other stomach
trouble has made it famous the world
Keep this perfect stomach doctor in
your home—keep it handy—get a largo
tifty-cent case from any dealer and
then if anyone should eat something
which doesn't agree with them; if
what they eat lays like lead, ferments
and sours and forms gas; causes head-
ache, dizziness and nausea; eructa-
tions of acid and undigested food—
remember as soon as Pape's Diapepsin
comes in contact with the stomach all
such distress vanishes. Its prompt-
ness, certainty and ease in overcoming
the worst stomach disorders is a reve-
lation to those who try it.—Adv.
“I always knew John would grow
ui) to be a great help to us," said
the fond mother.
"1 haven’t seen him do any regular
work yet,” replied Farmer Corntossel.
"Well, if you’ll take notice, he’s tli >
only "person around the place who
knows how to teach the summet
boarders to do the tango and the tur-
THICK, GLOSSY HAIR
FREE FROM DANDRUFF
Girls! Beautify Your Hair! Make It
Soft, Fluffy and Luxuriant—Try
the Moist Cloth.
Try as you will, after an application
of Danderine, you cannot find a single
trace of dandruff or falling hair and
your scalp will not itch, but what will
please you most, will he after a few
weeks’ use, when you see new hair,
fine and downy at first—yes—but real-
ly new hair—growing all over the
A little Danderine immediately dou-
bles tiie beauty of your hair. No differ-
ence how dull, faded, brittle and
scraggy, just moisten a cloth with
Danderine and carefully draw it
through your hair, taking one small
strand at a time. The effect is im-
mediate and amazing—your hair will
be light, fluffy and wavy, and have an
appearance of abundance; an incom-
parable luster, softness and luxuri-
ance, the beauty and shimmer of true
Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton's
Danderine from any store and prove
that your hair is as pretty and soft
as any—that it has been neglected or
injured by careless treatment—that’s
Knicker—Think the treasury depos-
its will cause credit inflation?
Rocker—Nope; I struck Smith fori
fiver yesterday and didn't get it.
I before 1 cume-”’ i mile!"
1 had hadn't 1. Fran?" ' Abbott did not volunteer that he had
Fran gave her father a look such j seen them pass, hut iiis face showed
as had never before come into her the ostensible integrity of a jam thief,
dark eyes—a look of reproach. :» look who for once finds himself innocent
that said. I cannot fight back because j when missing jam is mentioned
of the agony in ray heart." Sh^ went
Scotch Naturalist of Wide Repute De-
clares It is Nei‘*-er Fish. Flesh
fere. The turtle immediately with-
draws its head into its neck between
the two shells, and all intending de-
vourers struggle in vain to impress it.
Why She Was Quitting
A famous Ohio humorist says that a
a»a> silent and with downcast head.
-Oh, Why Were You Born.
pra> Our Father
re .. give u»
bread A r.d 1 pra
In Sure-Enough Country.
According to Macdonald, a Scotch
, naturalist of wide repute, the turtle Is
She was not convinced b> his look : the strangest of all living things and new rfch Yamily in Cleveland, who
of gutlelessness You seem to be j most unfathomable. He can live wpre beginning to put on a lot of airs,
carrying away your books." j jn the water as well as out of it and hired a colored girl just arrived from
' I want to breathe in this June j can seemingly go for Indefinite lengths south to act as their serving maid
morning without taking it strained of time without air or food or light. j Hpr npw mistress insisted that all
"My dear child, y ou are very ignor-
ant of ancient history."
“But, dear Miss Prim, I can’t be ex-
pected to know all that happened when
you were young. ’
RED, ROUGH HANDS MADE
SOFT AND WHITE
For red, rough, chapped and bleed-
ing hands, dry, fissured, itching, burn-
ing palms, and painful finger-ends,
with shapeless nails,-a one-night Cutl-
ctira treatment works wonders Di-
rections: Soak the hands, on retir-
ing, in hot water and Cuticura Soap
j Dry, anoint with Cuticura Ointment,
and wear soft bandages or old, loose
gloves during the night. These pure,
sweet and gentle emollients preserve
the hands, prevent redness? roughness
and chapping, and impart in a single
night that velvety softness and white-
ness so much desired by women For
those whose occupations tend to in-
jure the hands, Cuticura Soap and Cu-
ticuia Ointment are wonderful.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
through w indow-screens,"
throughout the world Sample of each
free,with !?2-p Skin Book Address post-
card "Cuticura, Dept L. Boston —Adv
W Inn did those Newcomers do who
leaped so suddenly into society?”
They raised hops ’
He is neither fish nor fi-“sh nor fowl, meals should be served in course*
)ne morning, more than a month • plained. and yet he has the characteristics of when there wasn't much to eat
* bo art in *Cpr the closing day* of school. Ah- Miss Sapphira gave something Ilk? all three As for his eating. It seems,*1 w*s brought to the 'able in cogrwes I
tht* day our bolt Ashton chanced to look from his a choked cough, and compressed her quite superfluous, for he can remain At the end of a week the girl threw 1 And a woman is known by the ae-
to you. and bedroom window as Hamilton Greg- j tip* Abbott." she said, looking at • shut up In a barrel for a number of UP **pr J®* Hetng pressed for a rea J quatntauocs she cuts.
earth, give__ory's buggy, with Fran in it passed him sidewise, "please step to the tele- weeks and emerge at fhe end of the *on f°r Quitting so suddenly she said: I --—__
t> ) what I fishing poles projected from the phone, and call up Bob—ho s a; the time apparently none the worse for “>'11 tell you. lady In dls )ere When s man t ails hts wife “dear-'
ct it so bad *>*ck of buggy store Tell him to leave the clerk in the lack of food and light and air bouse dere * too much shiftin' of de In publU It sounds like an msittua-
fattoer can t f B> Fran's side. Abbott discovered a charge and hitch up and take ire tor The baby turtle seems also Just as dishes fur de fewness of de vtttle* ~ J tion
-I'm praytng * man. True it was "only" Simon Jef- a little drtvs l want some of this ■ indifferent to its surroundings as its ------— -
elf wildly at ferson. still, for all his fifty years June morning myself.' parents are Aa soon as it comes T**ater Used as a Stable
and bis weak bear: tt was not as if Abbott obeyed with alacrity. On hie forth from its egg It scuttles of to the The Turkish theater of Mtiatapha
tfi her it were some pleasant, respectable return. Miss Sapphira sard. ' Bob’s go- it has no one to teach or guide Pasha is. in the opinion of convoy ei
Foley Kidney Pills Relieve
• hat she *a d 1 will not get cp till
you grant say prayer l a not asking
for the fall net k>«e a child ha* the
right to ex pec*—hut give m* a crust
tn keep me alive—father, give me my
daily hread You needat think tied is
going to ausw-wf year prayers, a you
refuse m ■* ‘
woman say S'.roor
ever, old ladies do
ing to fight for you at the hoard meet-: §t ia it a bratc seems implanted the
:ng. Abbott. We ll do what me can :d*»a that until its armor becomes hard
and i hop* you'll help yourself." | *o defense against hungrr fish
As Abbott went down the iragrant j And so it seeks shelter Is gulf weed
that street with it* cool h*>>erefreshed ,nd feeds unmolested until its armor
The thought of s.ttii
of a stream sugge*
tt would be agreeable to pursue his pavements, its languorous shadows get* hard
studies ia the open air He snatched athwart rose-bash and picket fence, its By the time that ft weigh* SS
up some book* and went b*-iow hopeful weeds already peering through pounds which occurs the first year. It *• * surgical center for operatlna*
Oa the green veranda he gagged to crevlcee where plank sidewalks main , knows that - » Igr from all danger w • •*' I >ia <a* ( ....„ i
inhale 'he '"sgranee of the n»s<a "I m uut«4 their * ormegles right at *gf. j far after a*h. hosevar haaari ro°® »• • ai k«wat at t .Sahara
pert*, the roost convenient stable they j T
have found in the length sad breadth I
of the peninsula j
The pit hose* serve for mules, I am!
horse*, or oven the gaieties are j I n
crammed with hay and straw the n«l
* ’ * fl
offering due to wreak, ia-
»nd |V4inful bladder aetton
powerful help to nature
the true excreting krd-
tvMorlng normal arnoa
■ng ki t.lef iftfriilirce*
*0* COUCHS AMD coiai
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