The Post. (Brule, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 6, Ed. 1 Friday, July 14, 1905 Page: 1 of 10

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THE
POST.
VOL. I.
BRULE, WOODWARD CO., O. T., (SEE DATE INSIDE.)
NO. ti
WAS HELD BY HONOR.
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E R C Y, MARIE,
they are hunt-
ing me like a
wolf!”
The speaker was
(a fine-looking man
in the prime of life,
and he bounded In-
to his own home as
he uttered the star-
tling exclamation.
“Have there been
new arrests,
Pierre?” asked his wife, looking up
from her work with a terrified expres-
sion on her beautiful countenance.
It was a troublesome time in Paris.
The new government had just issued a
decree that all communists and insur-
gents found with arms in their posses-
sion should be put to death without de-
lay. The terrible edict was being car-
ried out on every hand, and every hour
witnessed the untimely fate of many
an honest, if misguided, heart.
Pierre Lamonte had been among the
most zealous workers against the repub-
lican party before election, and now
that the latter had come into power
he was wanted to answer for his rash
speeches and intemperate action.
“They have just arrested a dozen at
the Heyward and dragged them away
like so many sheep to the slaughter.
Curse them! it was only the thought of
your sake and Henri’s I am almost
firing into their midst.”
“Hush, Pierre!” cried his frightened
wife, who trembled to think what his
impetuous nature might bring upon
them. “You must not talk like that.
Calm your passions until the storm has
blown over. In a few days, I dare say,
the trouble will be escaped.”
“I am not so sure of that, Marie,” he
replied, showing that her words had not
been without their effect. “I am not a
coward, you know that, Marie, but for
your sake and Henri,s I am almost
afraid to remain here.”
“Do you think they will follow you to
your home, my husband?”
“Alas! I know not where I am safe.
They may be here any moment, and
again it is possible that I am safer here
than I would be elsewhere.”
“I have a plan, Pierre. Why not let
Henri go upon the street and see what
he can learn? Our boy is capable of
taking care of himself, as you well
know.”
Though he was not quite 15, and small
for his age, little Henri had proved on
several occasions that he possessed a
man’s ready wit and courage, so his
father willingly allowed him to start
upon his errand, little dreaming of the
fearful consequences it was likely to
incur.
Whistling merrily to give a show of
unconcern, Henri left his home, going
swiftly toward the more densly popu-
lated portion of the city. Everywhere
he went he saw evidence of the reign of
excitement. Men were grouped together
in earnest conversation at almost every
corner, while through the darker streets
and alleys crouching figures could be
seen stealing away in all directions. He
saw several squads of armed soldiers
and as he approached the Elyses palace
he was startled by the arrest of half a
dozen insurgents.
Not wishing to be seen too near such
scenes Henri turned off to the left, and
was entering the garden, when he was
startled by the utterance of his father’s
name. Concealed from the speaker’s
gaze by a thick bush, he heard the other
describe to an officer his own home, with
the added information that his out-
lawed parent would be found there at
that moment.
He heard the officer say that a squad
of soldiers would be sent at once to af-
fect his arrest, when he was further
startled by the appearance of four fugi-
tives, who were fleeing for their lives
All were armed and they looked like a
desperate party: but seeing an officer
and his men suddenly stopping their es-
cape, they uttered cries of dimay.
All but one threw up his arms and
surrendered after a short resistance.
The exception, catching sight of Henri’s
hiding place, leaped to the spot, and
thrdstlng his Weapon into the fright-
ened boy’s hands, pushed him out into
the pathway of the excited soldiers.
Before he could offer a word of ex-
planation Henri found himself borne
“GET THEE HENCE, YOU YOUNG
RASCAL.”
away with the rest a prisoner! The
smaller party was soon added to the
larger band under a fierce-looking col-
onel, who marched them away to the
place of execution, highly elated over
his success.
I need not describe poor Henri’s feel-
ings, but I really believe he thought
more of his father’s peril than he did
of that overhanging himself, terrible as
it was.
They were nearing the scene which
had witnessed the death of so many of
his countrymen, and in a few moments
it would be all over with him. Then his
father would be dragged to the same
fate! And then what would become of
his mother?
Though Henri was a brave boy, he
turned pale as he thought of all this,
and then, with the spirit of a desperate
resolution in his heart, he stepped bold-
ly in front of the officer, and making
the true military salute with a good deal
of grace said:
‘‘Monsieur, I suppose you mean to
shoot me with the others?”
“Of course, you young rebel!” an-
swered the surprised colonel. ‘‘Back
there into the ranks with you! Taken
with arms in your hands along with the
rest, what else can you expect? It is
my orders,” he added, with less of seve-
rity, as he saw the extreme youthfulness
of his prisoner.
*T don’t blame you, monsieur,'7 Henri
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went on boldly, "for ids part of your
duty. But I left my mother, promising
to return in a few minutes, and if I do
not come back she will worry about me.
Then, too, I have her watch, which she
prizes highly, as it was a present from
my father. She is very poor, too, and
the watch will be so much for her when
I am gone Now, if you will only let me
run home and quiet her a bit and give
ner her watch, I will return just as soon
as I can to be shot. I won’t be gone over
fifteen minutes, monsieur. May I go?”
It is safe to say the grizzled soldier
had never seen the equal of this audaci-
ous request. He pulled his heavy gray
mustache fiercely, and wras about to
order him back into the lines, when the
peculiar gravity of the situation struck
him with so much absurdness that he
demanded:
‘‘Want to go home to bid your mother
good-bye, eh? What proof have I that
you will come back to be shot?”
“My word of honor, monsieur." re-
plied the youthful hero, drawing his
slight figure up with great dignity.
There was no mistaking the sincerity
of his words.
‘‘Your word of honor, eh? Well, I
must say if it is the equal of your wit
and assurance, you have a pretty good
stock. Go home, and mind that you
are lively about It.”
With a Joyful exclamation Henri
bounded away', and a few minutes later
he entered his home, where he found his
parents anxiously awaiting him. In a
few words he told his father of his peril,
when the latter lost no time in fleeing to
a place of greater safety. _ The bravi-
boy then turned t6 k7.-s hfs mother, say-
ing:
‘‘I think I had better go back on the
street, that I may keep posted iri regard
to what is being done. Please take your
watch, for I may lose it, or it may be
stolen from me.”
He could not tell her he was going
back to be shot. She would know that
all to soon. Bidding her to be of good
cheer, he went out of his home with a
farewell look at its dear surroundings,
and her with her tear-wet eyes.
It had taken Henri longer than he had
expected to go home and return to his
dismal fate, so he found that the place
of exe:utlon was temporarily deserted.
But upon inquiring of a bystander he
was directed to headquarters.
Ten minutes later Col. Beauchamp
was surprised in the midst of his rush
of terrible business by the appearance
of the young communist before him,
who, with a military salute, said:
‘‘Here I am, monsieur. I am afraid
it took me longer than I expected. But
I have comforted mother and given her
the watch, and now I am ready to be
shot/'
For a moment the bluff old soldier
was unable to speak or move. He re-
called the boy’s countenance as belong-
ing to him Whom he had considered as
set free on account of his yrouth, and
then, in a brusque manner, he cried:
‘‘Get thee hence, you young rascal!
Go. back to your mother, and never let
me catch you in such company again,
or even your honor may not save you.”
Then, as Henri, showing his first evi-
dence of fright, left tjie place, and the
colonel with a very red face returned to
his jtern duties, he muttered to his com-
panions. as he waved his hand to a
party of communists doomed to die:
‘‘So they have heroes among them—
those wretches!”
I am glad to say that Henri’s father
escaped, thanks to his timely warning,
but when at last the danger was over
and the stOry of the young hero reached
his parents’ ears, they could not help
W'eeping to think how near he had been
to death on that fateful day. If it was
not true heroism I do not know what is.
OIL WAR IN SOUTH AMERICA.
Ureat Merchants’ Shabby Desks.
As a rule the head of any large and
long-established concern has the shab-
biest desk in the room, says Chicago
Times-Herald. Business men have a
kind of superstition on this point, at
least many of them do. They feel like
clinging to the old desk, which has wit-
nessed so many of their financial tri-
umphs. and are half inclined to believe,
perhaps, that it might break the spell
if they should. part with..these old Dart-
ners of their'Joy's and sorrows. Henry
Clews, in his “Twenty Years in Wall
Street,” remarks that Jay Gould trans-
acted all his business at a desk “which
never ought to have cost over $25,” and
everybody knows the story of A. T.
Stewart, that when he removed from
the old store in which he began his ca-
reer to the new one which he built later
on he insisted on taking along the old
apple woman who had been carrying
on her small mercantile transactions
near his door for so many years and
whom he grew to associate with his
business success.
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Indian Commerce.
The Indian manufactures were con- \
fined to the making of canoes, the build-
ing of lodges, the weaving of baskets
and coarse fabrics, and the making of
rude weapons and images. >
Royal Families.
Of the twenty-seven royal families of
Europe two-thirds are of German origin.
The boarder who blew up a board-,
ing house at Luzerne, Pa., meant t >|
try the dynamite on the beefsteak.
Ice cream is said to be a ( tire for
hiccoughs. Don’t have hiccoughs
when you’re walking with your best
“girl.” * *" t
The puzzle is why we work when
100 to 1 shots win, and bookmakers
are willing to have their money taken
away.
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A California woman committed sui-
cide because she was fat. She has
discovered the only certain cure for
obesity.
Standard and Opposition Represented—
Look for Fun.
The oil trade is speculating on the pos-
sible connection between the sailing of
the Standard Oil Company's agent. F.
J. Barstow7, for South America and the
absence from this country of Lewis
Emery—who is supposed to be in South
or Central America. Mr. Emery is one
of the few men wTho have successfully
fought the Standard, and it is Suggested
that he may be ready to oppose the com-
pany’s schemes in the Argentine Repub-
lic, says New York World. An Ameri-
can. company, known as the Pan-Ameri-
can Investment Company of No. 35 Wall
street, has acquired control of the Co-
lombian oil fields on the Gulf of Darien
which the bureau of American repub-
lics brought to the world’s attention. In
the street it is not yet known what the
influence is back of this company, but
it is supposed to be Standard. The oil
is found on the shore three days’ run
from the Standard’s Cuban refineries.
A pipe line of 120 miles would convey the
oil from the Darien district on the At-
lantic to a good Pacific port just south
of Panama. A scientific commission is
now on the Gulf of Darien surveying
the oil field, and It is understood that
the Standard company expects this
week a large consignment of samples.
The samples which have been received
and tested show that the oil ranks with
the average of the Pennsylvania dis-
trict.
The inventor of the rubber collar
must have reasoned that a great many
necks were waiting for something of
that kind. * . J' : it
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A statistician figures that artists
“present” $1,500,000 worth of work t>
the world annually. We should have
said “inflict.’’
A New York woman complains be-
cause her husband offered to sell her
for five cents. He might at least have
made it thirty.
Scientists say the human being is
losing the sense of smell. Luther Bur-
bank wastes effort in giving scents to
scentless flowers.
Georgia is said to have planted the
largest peanut crop in her history.
This ought to he a good year for the
circus and baseball.
London statistics show that wealth
prolongs life. “The good die young,”
(he poet assures us. Would you rath-
er be rich or die young?
Charles M. Schwab has paid $150,-
000 for a silver and gold dinner set.
He must have unloaded some of his
steel stick at the top notch.
Dr Gladden declares that Adam
couid not have become a millionaire.
V/e must therefore conclude that
Yd am lacked executive ability.
Another Pittsburg heiress is to mar-
ry an English “nobleman.” Life would
be a rather tough proposition for the
nobility if Pittsburg were not on the
map.
The fat man who tried to commit sui-
cide by drowning and found that his fat
kept him afloat probably hoped that
water would cause his too solid flesh
to melt.
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