The County Democrat (Tecumseh, Okla.), Vol. 28, No. 40, Ed. 1 Friday, May 31, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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Richard Llghtnut, an American with an
affected English accent, receives a pres-
ent from a friend In China. The Pryf "
proves to be a pair of pajamas. A leiier
hints of surprise to the wearer. Ltgntnui
clous the pajamas and late at night Reii
wp for a smoke. His servant, Jenjilna.
comes In and, failing to recognize Ugni
fiut, attempts to put him out. rninains
the servant crazy, Llghtnut changes h
clothes Intending to summon help, vv nen
he reappears Jenkins falls on Ins necK
with Joy. confirming Light nut s o®*1®*
that he Is crazy. Jenkins tells Llghtnut or
the encounter he had with a hideous
Chinaman dressed In pajamas, in «■
message from his friend,
Llghtnut Is asked to put up the Kia
for the night on his way home from col-
lege. Later Llghtnut finds a beautlru
girl 1n black pajamas In his room. ^'Snt-
'nut Is shocked by the girl’s P7tnIC|*}®:
smoking and slangy talk. She tells njrn
■her name Is Francis and puzzles him
•with a tftory of her love for her sister s
room-mate, named Frances. Next morn-
lng the girl Is missing and Llghtnut hur-
ries to the boat to see her off. He is ac-
costed by a husky college boy, who calls
him “Dicky,” hut he does not see tne
girl. Jack Billings calls to spend the
night with Llghtnut. They
priceless rubles hidden in the buttons or
The pajamas. Billings dons the Pajamas
and retires. Llghtnut later discovers
In his apartment a beefy person in jnui-
ton-chop whiskers and wearing paj
Jenkins calls the police, who declare tne
Intruder to he a criminal, called toxy
Grandpa.” The Intruder declares he is
I i i(rhinnt:u otk.c umi nimcaiH lo tne
don't you know. And I was getting
devilish tired of It and wishing she
would move on, when she shifted,
preparatory to doing so, and raised
“Very well, then, If you don't care
to come, I think I will go forward
again and finish the discussion with
Dr. Jennie Newman upon the meta-
morphoses of the primordial proto-
plasms. Watch out for Tarrytown
Tarty town! Frances! By Jove, my
heart skipped a beat!
And then the freak left. 1 watched
her spraddle down the aisle and out
through the little corridor before 1
dared risk the accident of a back-
ward turn of that funny green hat.
Then, when all was safe, I took a
deep breath, gripped hard the arms
of the chair, and whirled suddenly
"Frances!” I whispered. “My darl-
uranapa. ine mxruuvi ..... -- , .
Ugntnuts guef and appeals to tne .at
ter In vain. Ho is hustled oft to Jail
CHAPTER XIII. (Continued.)
But when 1 telephoned they stated
that Mr. Billings had not been at the
club since last evening. Some one
who answered the ’phone thought Mr.
Billings was with his friend, Mr.
Llghtnut, In the Kahoka Apartments.
And, of course, 1 knew jolly well he
As I turned from the telephone,
something In Jenkins' expression ar-
rested my attention.
“Well?” I said impatiently, for he
has so many devilishly clever inspira-
tions, you know; and, dash it, I like
to encourage him.
“Pardon, sir, but don’t you think
Here be looked straight up at the
electrolier and coughed. "About Mr.,
Billings, sir; I was going to suggest
that though he Isn't over at the club
ne s somewhere, s.T.
Why, dash It, I thought that Jolly
likely, myself! I said ao.
"Yea, sir," said Jenkins darkly.
‘And Mr. Billings usually knows
where he Is. 1 guess, sir, he's In this
I Just sat staring at him a minute,
thinking what a devilish wonderful
thing Intuition Is for the lower classes,
“By Jove, Jenkins!” 1 said; "then
"I think Mr. Billings, sir, might pre-
fer to find himself—h’m! Yes, fjir."
Jenkins lifted the breakrast tray with
deliberation, removed It from the
room and returned, moving about the
furniture nnd busylDg himself with an
air of mystefy. Dash It, I knew be
had up his sleeve some other devilish
clever notion, and so presently 1
epoko up just to touch him off.
"By Jove!" I remarked.
••Yes, sir." Jenkins rested the end
of the thumb bruBh on the table and
considered me earnestly. "You know,
I Mr. Llghtnut, last night as Mr. Blll-
llngs was retiring, he says to me:
i-Jenkins, Mr. Llghtnut has promised
jto go up home with me tomorrow for
i the week end. There s a tenner com-
ing your way If he doesn’t forget
about It. He's to go tomorrow, now,
mind you, Jenkins; and It don't mat-
ter what comes up. You see that he
goes up tomorrow.
“By Jove!" I said as he paused, and
II screwed my monocle tighter and
nodded. "I see.”
Of course I didn’t see, but t knew
the poor fellow was driving at some-
thing, and I wanted to give him a run.
"Exactly, sir." And he stood wait-
ing " "So,'shall I pack, sir? You’ll
want to take the four-ten express, I
By Jove, It was the most amazing-
ly dashed clever guess 1 ever knew
Jenkins to get off! Fact! I knew
that If there was one thing more than
another In all the world that I wanted
f to do It was to take that four-ten ex-
press. To think of seeing Frances
again, and today!
1 left Jenkins to travel by a later
train, and a little after four I was
whirling above Spuyten Duyvll and
looking about tbe chair-car to see If
there was any one I knew. But, by
Jove, there was hardly a soul In the
car—nobody except Just women, you
know, and these filled the whole place.
"By Jove, she could be spared! t
thought, studying a young woman who
atood in the aisle beside me. She was
rather heavy set—what you might call
egg-shaped. Her face and her heavy
glasses seemed to proclaim a mission
In life, and the dowdyish cut of her
rig and the reckless way it was hurled
on made It plain that she was on to
the fact that nature had made a blun-
der In her sex, and she wanted the
world to know she knew.
She was talking to the lady Imme-
diately behind me. At least, I discov-
ered after five minutes that she was
talking By Jove, up to that time, 1
thought she was canvassing for a
bookl The other never got in a word,
“You Never Saw Me In Black.”
“Oh!” she gasped faintly.
That was all she *nld at first, her
big blue eyes wide distended, her
white-gloved wrists curving above tbe
cbalr-arms as though to rise. Easy
to see she was completely floored at
And os It men fc?r move, I Just sat
kind of grinning, you know, and hold-
ing her tight with my monocle.
Then her mouth twitched a hit;
next her head went up and I heard
again that delicious birdlike carol of
a laugh. Her eyes came to rest upon
the hat In my hand. I had Blipped
my Harvard band around It, remem-
bering the admiration she had ex-
pressed for our colors.
"Oh!" she said again, and she
looked at me hesitatingly. "Mr. Jones,
Is It not—or Is tt—”
1 chuckled. “Mr. Smith, you know,"
I said. ‘‘Mr. Smith, of course."
And then I just went on chuckling,
for I thought It so devilish clever of
her, so humorous. And Just then 1
thought of a dashed good repartee;
“Months—so many months, you
know, since we met!” And I thought
It delightful the way she puckered her
lovely little forehead and looked me
over. But she just Incited sc devilish
enticing, 1 couldn’t keep It up my-
self. I leaned nearer and spoke be-
hind my hat, trying to look the love 1
"Didn't expect to see me, did you7"
She looked at me oddly and bit her
Up. But her eyes were dancing and
little! Evidently she was piqued with
me about something, but wbat the
devil was It?
And Just then I remembered an-
other clever idea of Pugsley's—what
he said was a corking good way of
diverting their minds.
“I say, you know,” 1 said suddenly
—and though I threw a whole lot of
enthusiasm Into my face In carijlng
out his Idea, 1 didn't have to try very
hard—“I think that’s a ripping gown.
White Is ever so much more your
By Jove, 1 swallowed Just In time!
But It had roused her. 1 could see
"Oh!" she said. “Let me see—what
is It you remember?" And she kin
of buttered, "Perhaps I can tell from
She paused expectantly.
"Oh, 1 say. you know!" And
twirled the hat, feeling a bit rattle _
Why the deuce did she want to
11 lD? I „ nor
“But I want you to tell me. Me
beautiful eyes were teasing
"You know—It's black.’ I twirled
the hat faster.
••Black!” She stared, her exquisite
„ps standing apart like the two Petals
of a rose. "Why, 1 never wore black
in my life. You know you never saw
me in black.”
I felt hurt. 1 couldn't blame her tor
wanting to appear to forget about It,
b'she must have seen my face fall,
for 1 know, by Jove 1 could Just feel
it kind of collapse, I was that h
L disappointed. Her face sof enod
kindly and I took courage, lor my
devilishly alert mind Just ^n h‘t UP-
nn another explanation. 1 recaiiea
that she had thoughtlessly left^the pa-
Jamas In my room£o 1 £randl,a bad
promised for him, t^t they should ho
returned promptly. And by Jove,
had forgotten all a oid ^m^
"Never mind, I Bata,
aloud, as I frequently do^ 1
phone about them as a we 66
to Wolhurst." Then a terrible shock
struck me. "Oh, 1 Bay, you dldn t
have your name on them, did >o ^
•On what?" How kindly, even u
nulzzlcally Bhe was regarding me.
hat shifted an Inch or
two nearer! I realized vlth Joy that
she was beginning to forget about be-
ing put out with me.
••Why—” I looked About cautiously
and dropped my voice, though it was
not likely any one could hear above
the quiver of the train. “Why, in
SEVERAL IMPORTANT FACTORS
IN SECURING SUPERIOR HOGS
Too Mach Stress Cannot "be Laid on Selecting Breeding
Swine From Sound, Healthy Animals — Cream
Separator Has Greatly Reduced Scours
In Pigs— Balanced Ration Best.
Her Face Softened Kindly.
the delicious dimple In her cheek
twitched on the verge of laughter.
She shook her head.
"Indeed 1 did not." And again came
that odd look In her face as though
she were studying, kind of balking,
don’t you know. By Jove, she was
"My dearest!” slipped softly from
me as I held the hat.
She stared. Then once more that
canary peal of merriment.
"Oh, dear!" Then her face sobered
and she almost pouted. "Now, you
musn't—please, really—It gets so tire-
some. Don't you American, or rather,
you Harvard men, ever talk anything
to a girl but love? Why, It's absurd.”
She smiled, but her lashes dropped
reproof. By Jove, 1 was taken back a
your black pajamas you left In my
A kind of little gasp was all I heara,
and then she was on her feet and
looking—not at me, but above my
head—looking away off down the
length of the car. Somehow—why, 1
couldn’t understand—I had a weird,
horrible feeling of abasement, as
though 1 had killed a child, or had
done some other dashed unreasonable
thing like that. Her face had flushed
but' now was deadly white. And then,
by Jove, I saw Bhe was looking for
<J Jumped up at once and moved Into
“I’m so sorry," I said miserably, "so
sorry, dear, I hurt you. I didn't mean
ever to speak of tbe pajamas. I knew
you wanted to forget about the other
night, and 1 knew you wanted me to
"Oh, please—" She shrank back,
her beautiful eyes like those of a
frightened deer. But It was the last
car, and I blocked the aisle. 1 didn't
realize at the time that I was doing
It. It came to me afterward, and was
ore of the things 1 kicked myself
about for hours, more or less. Just
at the moment I was so dashed wild
about setting myself right with her.
The only other thing I had presence
of mind to remember was the near-
ness about us of a lot of beady-eyed
cats, and so I drew nearer and low-
ered my voice so none could hear.
For I had another feeling of Inspire-
tlon as to what really was the matter
“Why, Frances—sweetheart,” I
pleaded softly—just loud enough for
her to hear above the train, "I know
you are put out with me because you
found me gone the next morning, but
honestly, dear, I acted tor the best—
Indeed, I did." And to be on the safe
side, I profited by another Inspira-
tion: "And, my darling girl, I’ll never
mention the pajamas and the other ;
night—never any more—as long ns we
live, nor the cigarettes nor cigars nor
whisky. Why, I don't care U you—"
"Tarrytown—all out for Tarry-
town!” came In a high tenor voice
from the end of the car, and some-
thing bowled down the aisle and
brushed me aside. It was the frump.
"Come on, Frances!" she exclaimed
sharply; “our station." Next Instant !
they were streaking It for the door,
with ine a good second. I saw Fran-
ces look behind once with—oh. such
a look! Dashed if It didn’t shrivel
me, you know—that sort. And, by
Jove, I knew Pugsley was right, and
that I had failed to put the ball over!
I was not six feet behind as they
scrambled through the station to the
other side where a large car stood
panting. I saw Frances clutch the
frump’s arm and whisper something,
and I heard the frump’s reply, for her
voice was loud and strongly mascu-
"Crazy?" she rasped: "Nonsense!
Drunk, more likely. Most of them are
half the time."
I didn’t have time to see what she
referred to, for Just then we reached
the side of the car. I didn’t see a
thing of Billings, but the chauffeur
jumped to the ground and received
the ladles and their bags. He seemed
to me devilish familiar, too. By Jove,
the way he held my darling’s hand
was the most infernally audacious,
outrageous thing I ever beheld! 1
should have liked to punch his head.
He helped them Into the tonneau and
was so busy with his silly Jackass
chatter that he closed the door before
he turned and saw me. I was Just i
standing there, leaning a little for-
ward with my cane, you know, and
fixing my monocle reproachfully on
Frances—trying to get her eye.
And then, by Jove, I felt a blow on
my shoulder that almost bowled me
over, for I had my legs crossed, you
"Well, I’ll be hang—It's Dicky!” |
And he was grinning at me like a |
wbat's-its-name cat. And with the grin j
I recognized him. It was the fresh ;
young tool who had been so devilish i
familiar at the pier the morning j
Then he banged me again, dash It, I
and tried to get my hand, but I put j
it behind me. But be did get my
arm, and he turned toward the car.
His voice dropped.
"See here, I want you to meet—
Eh?" He broke off, staring at tbe
frump, who was making signs with
her eyes, frowning and beckoning him
with her green flower pot. He left
me, murmuring something, and step-
ped to the running-board. 1 could see
the flower-pot bobbing about ener-
getically and twice Frances nodded,
it seemed to me reluctantly.
“Crazy—drunk? Pshaw, you’re bat-
ty!” he said to the frump rudely.
Then I heard another murmur and
his harsh voice rose again. "Yes—
Llghtnut. 1 tell you—Dicky Llghtnut.
Yes—Jack BillingB' great friend. You
Just wait till he’s back from the city,
and if he don't get upon his hind—
Eh. what? His name Is Smith? Hats!"
All this time 1 was Just standing
there, trying to catch Frances’ eye.
I felt sure lr 1 could catch her eye
she would see how devilish sorry 1
was. I moved back a few feet, for,
dash It, without a sign from her, I
had no Idea now, of course, of con-
sidering myself as one of the party.
Not finding' Billings with the car, and
the Information I caught that he was
still In the city, Just left me high
and dry, you know.
“All right, Miss Smarty,” the yel-
low-topped chauffeur rasped, address-
ing the frump. “I’U Just show you!”
He turned about and Jerked his
•‘Oh, Dicky! Here, Just a minute,
old chap—will you?”
Of course 1 took no notice of him
whatever. In fact I looked In the
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
-,,.r • ’■
Excellent Brood Sow and Litter.
(By B. E. LARA.)
The farmers of Denmark secure the
best prices for tlielr fancy bacon for
the reason that they have established
Small packing establishments where
they can haul their hogs and get their
pay for the hogs according to their
The man who has a lot of thrifty
August nnd September pigs nnd gives
them rational care until grass comes
nnd has them ready for the market
by the middle of June will make bet-
ter money for his feed than be will on
any bunch of pigs that he feedB during
On earh and every farm there
should be some provision made for
dipping hogs. This not only proves to
be an easy and effectual way of disin-
fecting animals which are brought
onto the farm but It also keeps them
free from lice.
Possibly there Is no other farm ani-
mal that can offer as poor an excuse
for his existence as the scrub hog.
He Is an unprofitable animal any wny
you take him.
As an economical pork producer he
is a failure. Even Ills.ability to shift
for himself does not recommend him
j to the people within the limit of his
range as he has the reputation of
j preying upon neighboring corn fields
when food Is scarce,
j His build naturally adapts him to
his manner of living since he Is long-
; legged, narrow in the chest, has a
long, narrow snout. This adapts him
to his manner of living. 'With the
| scrub hog it is “root hog or die.”
' hence the long snout. His narrow
body aids him in getting through
I small fence cracks and if he fails to
| find a place large enough to go
\ through the fence he can soon dig un
der It with bis long snout.
There is no standard of excellence
for the scrub hog since he may pos-
sess almost any form except a beau-
tiful one; he may be of any color.
He has the reputation of being able
to stand all kinds of rough treatment
and still survive.
He Is regarded as being able to re
slst disease better than the improved
bushel of corn eaten, but because of
this too many farmers feed too much
The cream separator has greatly re-
duced scours In pigs because the skim
milk can always be fed while sweet.
When the sow of good type has
proven herself a prolific breeder, an
economical feeder, and a good mother.
It is a good plan to keep her several
The mature sow requires only food
for maintenance, while the growing
one needs food for growth. Further-
more the older one will have an appe-
tite for waste that a young one would
not care for.
Exercise will help make that streak
of lean and streak of fat that is de-
Good, Plump Variety Will Germi-
nute Rapidly and Get
breeds of hogs. We very muc* doubt
whether this quality attributed to the
scrub hog Is true since we have no-
ticed that hog cholera takes the scrub
as well as the well-bred hog.
One thing Is sure—that the scrub
hog can consume more valuable feed
and give less in return than any other
animal that we know of.
A farmer who owns a herd of scrub
hogs Beldom needs any other corn
crib than his hogs.
He never gets rich selling pork and
In fact If he depended upon his hogs
to make him money to buy better
bred hogs he would never own better
The scrub hog usually keeps his
owner so poor that he Is not able to
buy bettor stock. In fact, this is the
excuse usually given for his existence.
Poor farming and scrub hogs are usu-
ally found associated together.
They are near and dear compan-
ions. Both make a rnpld retreat be-
fore a progressive spirit and there is
not a better evidence of the general
progresslveness of a people than the
absence of the scrub hog from a com-
Too much stress canont he laid on
! selecting breeding swine from sound,
healthy parents. Animals that are
1 not strong in constitution cannot with-
stand disease as well as those which
are strong In that respect. In case
hogs are troubled with disease it is
almost impossible to give them medi-
cine or anything else that will^ prove
very helpful. About all we can do Is
to feed a ration that can be easily di-
gested and keep them In clean quar-
ters, thoronghly disinfect the pens and
let the disease run its course.
Whole milk Is one of the best
feeds for hogs that are suffering with
disease of any kind. It is an excel-
lent feed and has often been of great
assistance in bringing hogs through
spells of sickness.
There is no disputing the fact that
corn is an ideal hog feed, but every
practical feeder admits that better re-
sults can he brought snout by feeding
a ration that Is composed of less than
two-thirds corn. It is a mistake to
think that we cannot afford to buy
other feed to mix with the corn.
Ordinarily it is a mistake not to
feed the hogs the liquid before the
Hogs will make from 10 to 12
pounds of meat, live weight, for each
(By W. M. KELLY.)
There Is inore light and inferior oat
seed plpantcd than any other causes a
of small grain. Poor seed causeB a
low yield of oats every time. The
actual cost of improved seed Is very
low compared with the increased
yields that come from Its UBe.
By £COd seed I do not mean ex-
tremely high-priced seed that Is ad-
vertised to produce 100 bushels of oats
to the acre but good plump seed that
will germinate rapidly and get a vig-
orous start early in the spring. We
seldom see a large crop of oats
threshed from a field that makes a
poor start In the spring.
I have found that It pays big re-
turns to select one acre of the best
land to grow seed oats on each year
and to keep this crop for seed only
and to buy new seed every two
or three years to plant on this acre
Under ordinary conditions I believe
that we should change oat seed every
three or four years, for there is no
farm crop that will thrive better when
moved from one locality to another
than oats, or that will deteriorate
faster when grown on the same farm
year after year. Of course proper
seed selection will help to overcome
this tendency, but few farmers take
Closely linked with the good seed
question comeB that of selecting or
planting healthy seed, and I have
found It a good plan to treat all oat
seed with formalin before sowing, to
kill the smut spores and Insure healthy
Leaf Blight la Most Common oi
Canto loupe Troubles—
Muy be Checked by
When blight attacks the cantaloupe,
then the hopes of the grower wilts, as
well as the leaves of his plant—It Is
usually a hard case to cure.
Leaf blight is the most common of
cantaloupe troubles. The leaves be-
come covered with light, to dark
brown, generally circular spots, which
Increase in size and finally coalesce,
resulting in complete wilting and'
curling of the leaves.
The spots commonly show fine and
rather Indistinct concentric markings
such as aio found In the common,
alternarla blight of the potato. Tho
leaf stalks and vines are so affected.
The blight is caused by a fungus
which may at least be checked by
spraying with bordeaux.
The first application should be made,
when the vines are from 12 to 18
inches long and then every two weeks
during the season.
The bordeaux mixture should be of
the usual strength—six pounds of blue-
stone and six pounds of lime to 50 gal-
lons of water. *
The greatest care should be taken to
get down on the under side of the
leaves with the spray. Use a hand
pump on small plots with a flue spray.
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