Woodward County Democrat and Palace Weekly Pioneer. (Woodward, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 5, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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Woodward Domoorot
W. A. Pyna, Aik.
WOODWARD, | % | OKLA.
Oop7ii(k|, HOT, A. C. Ui'Clui* * Oo.. Chicago
SYNOP8I8.
The story open* during a trip of the
‘'Overland Mall" through the Rocky
^"u‘n* ."Uneto Billy" Dodge, stage
•"v*r- Vincent, a young man, and
OTilneas Cadwallader. Introduced. They
•ome across the remains of a massacre,
ft*. ,, at Anthony's station they find the
*®“"t*n,8 have carried their destructive
work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh-
«*rof Anthony, keeper of station, is in-
. i An,thor7 >'a» been killed.
Vincent is assigned his work in unearth-
ng plans of enemies of railroad being
■■lit. He returns to Stella, each show-
ing signs of love for the other. Stella
■■an from her lover. Gideon, and of his
Phenomenal success. Finds letter of im-
■tortjanoe Involving plans of opposition
jjjaa. I lot to destroy company's ship
f?pr* '* unearthed and incriminating
5hfn.o°.* „HK.ain'?,t „ Cadwallader found.
Cadwallader faces prison on
w re taPPlng- A perfect chain
•r evidence connects him with plot to
J*®* ,up f^lora. ’ Banquet In railroad
inwn is scene of monopolization of Alfred
a AI.ss Hamilton. Mrs. "Sally" Ber-
lin! announces riches. Gideon makes
threat against Alfred's life. Quickly
“Vf" on best procurable horse in
BSBri h of \ Incent. Race to beat opposl-
tlon company s stage a success. Stella
‘® h.*;®r of Gideon. Stella receives
5J*“er .Cro,I,lse lo ntarry Gideon In-
"I A V‘ncent will die " After
»nference Steila decides to (lee. Years
pass. Htella becomes known as Esther
fL^0rLy' "Sfomes a rich woman, edu-
S*hI*|h<«J?,fE'at V’as»ar an<l steps Into
Ugliest San Francisco society. Kidnap-
lH* nrf Qn*!io Alfred greatly and when
*a *n Frisco society, she
wJtho“t recognition. Stella's
H»» fA ^.an<l b,s for her 1" revived.
E2 r»nt nf.lther. shows recognition of
is nnfmal i tl1? °,!’er Anthony romance
Is unfolded. showing Gideon, who loved
Ervi,.u'.her °"n COU8fn Alvin Car-
s^rvuo. ?rr wl,en the Bernards were
a?d Saily B. consents
ZD;™ . arri.a*? do*pite the fact that
EZc™!. HO™ °f rich sires are asking the
riche* .P’n Bernards lose their
tenreeDerd vtoi X B' aK^ln becom*8 a ho-
aai.n,aSyln* Alv,n Carter.
2mia. tanLMa ,y . B and 8ee* "Uncle
AirV^i pease waiting for
toUcharttvd ’vl|l devote her life
•o cnaritj. Stella Is held up by vagrant
fif TrLmdKd' succeed* In escap!
2*'#h 'In bearing Iron, which was to
" 2ie_?*IVia.t.lon of the Central Pacific is
A,fred and Stella are reunited
when former acta the hero in wreck of
JSnedabv fathe<*d/,Pl!K V*!® of bp|'^ dls-
•wneu by father for befriending sehool-
and he waited for strength. “Is Vin-
cent here?”
She nodded. •
“Call him, Stella."
Hut when Bhe moved to obey, his
weak Angers closed over hers de-
tainingly. "No, no! 1 can’t do it!" he
cried out with sudden strength. “Aft^r
you rode out of town yesterday, 1
watched you a while through the
glass, then went that way, Star—out
that way—in time! Yes, in time!
And before I saw you enter the cut_"
he was silent an instaut, his waiting
soul in his eyes; "and ever since, too,
I ve said—I'd tell Vincent myself—"
"Gideon! Don't! It's past. You
need not—"
Sweet Star! ' The tenderness In
his faint words smote Esther. "I can't
tell him, I can t spare the time from
you—you’ve been so long—coming!
But you’ll tell him, Stella, won’t you?
Tell him that I—I—tried to be white—
at last; but I’m only—oh, Stella! only
an Injun! Oh, Star!" The last word
was a despairing cry, almost inarticu-
late.
"No, no, Gideon! You've atoned.
You’ve been brave and—"
Hsi face was turned away. His eyes
were closed, and Esther leaned closer,
listening for his waning breath. Was
this the last? She must call—no, he
breathed more deeply. She laid her
hand on his forehead, kissed his cheek
softly.
At that he opened his eyes and
smiled. "One promise. Stella. Will
you?" He reached feebly for her
hand.
She nodded. "If I can."
"Bury me—bury me out here—out
CHAPTER XXXII.
In ths Little Spot Where the Poeiea
Grow.
Stella, dear, Gideon’s dying!” Sally
B. said solemnly as Esther walked by
her side to the hotel. “Come to him
Quick's you can. He ain’t done nothin’
hut call fur you."
8peechless, Esther hurried upstairs
close behind Sally B.
"They found him with a bullet In
him down by Big Bend Cut," Sally B.
went on. as she led the way to Gid-
eon's room. "Some o’ the woodmen
found him. His horse bucked when
that cuss Ared at you. That’s how he
got the drop on Gid; that, an’ Gid’s
fear at Arst that he'd hit you."
he conscious?" Esther whispered.
“Yes. Mind’s clear as a diamond.
Jest wants you. He ain’t sufferin’
■one. honey," she added hastily as she
“w E8ther'8 cheek pale. "Hunt yer
pluck, child, fur Gld's sake." She
clasped Esther In a warm embrace
•nd left her at Gideon s door.
The physician, who had been sum
Boned by special engine from Elko,
e»me out to meet her. "Miss An
thony?" he asked. "I'm glad you’ve
come. Hope you can grant his desire
whatever It may be. To see you. to
■peak with you, seems his only wish."
other’s strained face touched him.
Don t give way,” he said kindly. "He
doesu t suffer. I've done what little 1
•ould to relieve him. He’ll go without
pain. I—"
“Oh. must he—is there no chance
for— she hesitated anxiously.
"None, Miss Anthony. And there
•«> only minute*. Go In-give him his
wUh. If you can. I’ll stay near; call
Be if you need me.”
She entered, and he shut the door
leaving her alone with Gideon.
He turned his head feebly «t her
■tep.
"Moppett!"
Bhe was down beside him, tears fall-
lag unheeded.
"Don’t cry. Star! I’m not sorry. I’m
glad to die."
“Oh, Gideon, don’t say that! You
Boat • live—must—”
“Little Star!” HU voice was trem-
■lo«8 with weakness. "I wasn’t—
J01^ h*w,*r- I'w°a’t have to see
fciB—" Each word was moro difficult
"Oh, Gideon, don’t ask that! It's
so far. so lonely!”
"No; it's—I love it! No mummery,
only a little song and some words from
the Book. In that spot where the
posies—where you sat yesterday—only
yesterday." he moaned faintly.
"Gideon, dear, how can we—” She
took both his hands In her own.
“Promise, Star."
She bowed her head, her tears fall-
ing fast.
"Don’t, Stella! I can’t dry—" He
paused, a new thought claiming him.
"El Rancho Guerrero Is yours.”
She shook her head.
"Yes. Your father's brother was my
—you must. You’ll love It?” He
searched her face anxiously.
She remembered the doctor’s words,
and acquiesced. "Yes, I’ll love it—
love it for your sake. Gideon, for the
sake of the old times."
HU eyes warmed almost to smiling.
She freed one hand and gently
smoothed back the dark hair; and for
* time he was quite still, content.
“The little arrow, did you—ever
wear It?” he asked faintly. “I wish I
could—see it In—your hair.” The
whispered words came with more ef-
fort.
"Did you send It, Gideon?” Her face
lighted. “It Is so beautiful!”
He smiled his reply, and his satisfac-
tion.
‘TViy room is next to this. Shall I
get It?”
^ es. But don’t let—any one come.
You—alone—I want.”
Esther rose, wondering at such a
fancy at such a moment; wondering
if she ought to leave him. In a second
she was back. Even as she went, she
tossed her hair loosely on top of her
head, as Gideon had liked it, and shot
the glittering shaft through.
He watched her with fond eyes as
she came to the bed and knelt down.
"You are very beautiful. Moppett,”
he whispered, as she took his hands
again in hers.
Long he gazed into her face.
She kissed him on cheek and fore-
head. at last lightly on the lips.
"Mine! Mine for this hour!” he said
with a breath of his old passion. His
eyes grew deep and darker with their
strange, cryptic Aash. "Oh. Star!” he
whispered; “I tried—I—” He lifted his
eyes to the ceiling and whispered
faintly, "A life for a life.”
A shaft of light struck the arrow.
"The sun!" He barely breathed the
words.
He was very still after that, though
his eyes came back to her face. The
hands in hers grew chill, and she
stirred.
I must call—" she began, but he
shook his head ever so little.
"Only you.” HU lips formed tjie
words she scarcely heard.
The stillness crept on, and on, over
all the room, over the face before
her, Into her own heart—the stillness
ihat was death. Only once his lips
moved; It was to frame the old child-
name, “Moppett."
The shaft of brilliance crept down
from the gemmed arrow, down through
the stlllnesB. touched Gideon’s night-
black hair with light. And Esther
saw that last, spent, outward breath
that has no indrawn follower.
VV ith the "little song," and words
frc%i "the Book," as he had asked,
rough yet reverent men and women
gave Gideon s beautiful earth-garment
te the warm desert s keeping, to tke
posies, to the wide silences he loved.
needing only rest, care and Esther.
T his saved her from illness. Poor,
loving Gideon, dying half happy with
his hand in hers, her kiss on his lips,
had not even in that moment rivaled
Alfred. She turned to him now, her
own ills forgotten in happy service for
him; and by the bed he kept for a few
days, she was spared the little town's
excitement over the murder, the un-
successful hunt for the criminal, the
wreck, the sending away of the
wounded man to be mended by man.
the burial of the poor body whose soul
had gone to be commended of God.
Days they tolled to rebuild the
trestle that cunning hands had so
secretly cut. One by one they carried
heavy rails up the bank and piled them
ready for loading. As Alfred recov-
ered, Esther regained poise and
strength; and together they went on
to the Front, where they rejoiced the
Harmons with their story.
At last the iron! The little left
when the train was wrecked had car-
ried them by the Kelton Aats, where
Gregory had planned his great day’s
work. Now they must lay over rough-
er road—over culverts, trestles, and
grades that must be climbed.
For days the men had been Idle.
And Gregory had listened, with Im-
patient replies, or in more impatient
silence, to reports from the Union Pa-
ciAc.
Uintah! Through the canyon!
"A holiday In Salt Lake City for
every man, if the west-bound track-
layers can overtake the graders be-
fore the Central PaclAc arrives!” was
the bribe the Union PaclAc people of-
fered their men.
"Their work U sham! The govern-
ment will never accept it!” enemies
of the same road averred. And Greg-
ory prayed that this might be true.
But It was not true. The Union PaclAc
road stood inspection, waa accepted;
and on they came.
Ogden! Still no Iron for the Central
PaclAc! Red sparks scintillated in
Gregory’s sleepless eyes. Ogden! He
might have been there now if the iron
had come! His company might have
i fggg
H# Watched Hsr with Fond Eyes as
8ha Cams to tha Bad and Knalt
Down.
upon one another as they fell to the
ground, half a mile ahead of the morn-
ing camp. The foremen urged, en-
couraged, inspected, hurried. Faster
and faster the rails dropped into
place! Blow upon blow, spikes and
bolts were driven home. And so on
through the hot, late April day. Every
boss was alert. Every man did his
best; perhaps was Hworn at for not
doing better. Only Bennett, culm, un-
hutrying, held his men to their task
with neither curses nor bluster; and
Bennett's gang had the brunt of the
fray.
Mrs. Gregory and her guests
watched unwearylngly the great work-
drama unfold; the miles, rail by rail,
handed together in the glorious Iron
way. At what cost was It done! Yet
how great was the result!
"Is it always so?” Esther asked,
looking up at Alfred. "Must the road
to great achievements be always by
way of the sweat of the face, the
heart’s blood?"
His look was tender, comprehending.
Are they not worth the cost?"
"Yes, yes; I must believe they are.”
Yet she turned away, her eyes blurred
with tears. She was thinking of Gid-
eon alone under his posies.
Dinner was a farce for time. If not
for quantity. And all the afternoon
men with palls and dippers marched
up and down the sweating line, serv-
ing to the thirsty Incredible quanti-
ties of warm, brackish water that was
nectar to the sweating men.
A short pause for supper, and at it
again! Night came on, and a moon.
Eastward they could see the camp-
Ares of their oncoming rivals. They
answered with their own huge bon-
fires, built to reinforce Luna's pale
ray.
On and on, hour after hour; there
was no talking, not even the desultory
interjections of the day, or the raucous
orders of the foremen. Muscles moved
automatically. Hammers struck as
rhythmically, but more slowly. Each
man bent to his task with grim endur-
ance, too weary to protest. Some sank
down and were allowed to crawl away.
All day Gregory, pale and tense, had
raged up and down the line, directing,
crying orders far and near, calling for
the Impossible, often getting the un-
expected. He hurried men, scored In-
dividuals, anathematized tools, earth,
Iron, heat. He was impatient, fiercely
eager; yet, with it all, not far from
every honest heart there; for he was
Aghting for the company—and suc-
cess. Dearer to him it was than any
enterprise of his own ever would be.
The men knew this, and honored him,
bore with him, respected him, for the
achievement, which many declared no
other man could have made.
In the dead of night, when the air
was chill upon wet, weary backs—
when men were dropping from fatigue,
and others, more dogged, were work-
ing on. praying silently for relief—at
last, down the line came Gregory’s
jubilant cry.
"Rozel!”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
FABLE BROUGHT UP TO DATE.
A Little Allowance for the Imagination
Requisite Here.
expert.
Doc Ahem—You seem to cough
with considerable difficulty thif morn-
ing.
Patient—That’s very strange. I'v«
been practicing all night!
BABY’S ITCHING HUMOR.
Nothing Would Help Him—Mother Al-
most In Dsapair—Owes Quick
Cure to Cutleura.
"Several months ago, my little bojr
began to break out with Itching sores.
I doctored him, but as soon as I got
them healed up In one place they
would break out In another. I waa
almost In despair. I could not get
anything that would help him. Then
I began to use Cutleura Soap and Cuti-
cura Ointment, and after using them
three times, the sores commenced to
heal. He la now well, and not a scar
la left on his body. They have never
returned nor left him with bad blood.
M one would think. Cutleura Reme-
dies are the best I have ever tried,
and I shall highly recommend them to
any one who is suffering likewise.
Mrs. William Geeding, 102 Washing-
ton St, Attica, Ind., July 22, 1107.”
Mercenary Marriages. I
“Dlnna marry for the siller. Jock,'8
said old Sandy, sagely, to his son, who
seemed to show symptoms of the
awakening of a young man’s fancy;
"gin ye dae, ye’ll aye regret It. Ftor
a m tailin’ ye, when I marrlt ye'r
mitber, I hadna but ae shillin', forby
■he had auchteen pence. And for all
the 15 year o’ oor marrlt life, I ne’er
heard the last o’ the odd saxpence.”—
P. C. Luck, In West Coast Magsslne.
Every time the owner of a pocket
knife sees a grindstone he thinks it
Is up to him to get busy.
PERUNA A TONIC OP
GREAT USE.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
Gregory's Victory.
Ths cruel strain of the days just
past told upon Esther. Still, Alfred
wao there—not by any means wall, yet
tapped that rich valley, fetched and
carried for the thrifty Mormons. Now
that would be the juicy plum of the
Union Pacific. And the Central Pa
cific must squat In this desert spot,
beside the dead, blue lake, whose
shores gave no promise, whose fiank-
lng hills had been forgotten of God!
Gregory fumed over the unknown
wretch who had wrecked the Iron
train. Poor Gregory! Little he knew
that, merited though it mlgnt have
been, the reproof his own boot had
given had delayed the precious
freight, had lost Ogden for his com-
pany. and 30 miles of road.
Idle men make no muscle. Gregory
knew it, and chafed still more, as he
fretted about the camp, keeping away
from his guests and his anxious-eyed
wife. And now the welcome whistle
once again. Preparations so carefully
made were relnspected. The camp
awoke. Idle men stretched themselves;
lazy ones regretfully, honest ones glad-
ly. Buttons, straps, buckles, shoes, hats,
tobacco—ail were made ready, forevery
one knew that to-morrow would spare
no moment for broken gear, for long-
ing tongues.
To the very tip-end of the last rail
the construction train had been
pushed, the iron train close behind it.
and iron dropped In piles beside the
track, when both trains had backed to
the rear. The little, low car that moved
• he iron was loaded; every foreman
charged his gang, looked after his
tools; every man set bis teeth for to-
morrow's work.
Ix»ng before daylight the camp was
aroused. The cooks' calls followed
quickly, and breaklast waa taken a-
gulp. With the first dawn-glow that
could show a hammer head where to
find a spike, the ringing racket began.
Men on the trot pushed the little Iron
car—little, yet how heavy!—back and
forth over the newly laid rails, drop-
ping a fresh supply at the track end,
each time the previous load had been
■piked a few rods to the eastward.
Another tooting of whistles, and ths
trains moved up. The rails rang loud
Once upon a Time a Brave Youth
lisked his Life in saving a Beautiful
Girl from a Watery Grave at a Fash-
ionable Seaside Resort.
The Grateful Father seized the Res-
cuer of his Daughter by the Hand, and
in a Voice slopping over with Emo-
tion. spake thusly: "Noble Youth, to
You I am Indebted for everything that
makes Life Worth While. Which Re-
ward will you Take—Two Hundred
Thousand Plunks or the Hand of My
Child?”
It s Me to the Digit of the Rescued
Maid," answered the Brave Youth,
who Figured on Copping both the
j Beauty and the Coin.
“Young Man. you have Chosen Wise-
ly." replied the Grateful Parent, "for
I couldn't have given you the Two
Hundred Thousand Plunks at the
Present Writing, as I am only a Poor
Village Editor and haven't begun to
Save It up yet, but my Offspring Is
Yours for Life, Bless you, my Chil-
dren."
Moral—Fiction is Stranger than
Truth. Otherwise a Poor Village Ed-
itor would not have been doing a
Stunt at a Fashionable Seaside Re
■°rt.—Chicago Daily News.
Willing.
"John Is complaining," whispered
young Mrs. Justhltcht. to her mother,
"that his eggs are too hard. He is
foolish about having them soft boiled.
Well, I'll get the next batch boiled soft
enough for him. If I have to cook ’em
two hours!"
Ths Evlla of Divorcs.
Not a few of the matrimonial fail-
ures are due to the fact that s good
many women get married merely to
keep the public from supposing they
have never been proposed to—Chica-
go Record-Herald.
Work of Watch Whssla,
The main wheel of a watch makes
<«0 revolutions s year, the central
wheel 8.760, the third wheel 70.080
the fourth 525.600 and the eacane
wheal 731,860,
• „ NON. R. a THARIN.
Hon. R. 8. Tharin, Attorney at Law
and counsel for Anti-Trust Leagne.
write* from Pennsylvania Ave., N. W..
Washington, D. C., as follows:
?8ed fierun» tor catarrhal
oltordert, I am able to testify to ita
* «fXCellem* Rnd do not
hesitate to give it my emphatic endorse-
ment and earnest recommendation to
all persons affected by that disorder. It
la also a tonic of gnat UMefulneta. ”
To Bttrnpi'wtt. West Aylmer,
Ontario. Can., writes: "Last winter <
was ill with pneumonia after having la
**took P«rnna f°r two months,
when I became quite well. I also in-
duced a voung lady, who was all run
down and confined to the house, to taka
Peruna, and after taking Peruna for
three months she is able to follow her
, /,c*" recommend
Heruna for all such who are ill and re-
quire a tonic." ^
Pe-rn-aa Tablets.
Rome people prefer to take tablets,
rather than to take medicine in a fluid
form. Such people can obtain Peruna
tablets which represent the solid me-
of Peruna. Each
of Peru equ,T*lent one **«rage dose
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