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MAYES COUNTY REPUBLICAN
TIPPECANOE
By SAMUEL McCOY
(Copyright. 1918, by BobbsMenfil Co.)
This is a story of pioneer days in
Indiana, when courageous frontiers-
men fought the redskins and the
wilderness and .won vast territory
David Larrenco arrlvaa In ths frontlar settlement of Corydon, In
tha Indiana territory, makes ths acquaintance of kindly Pat O'Ban-
non and his pretty daughter 'Tolnette, and pets work In the village
atore. David had followed an enemy from England to kill him. Al-
most Immediately he becomes Involved In strange plots In America.
One of them develops In this Installment
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CHAPTER II—Continued.
—2—
David looked up quickly at his
questioner. She was younger than he,
and pretty and freckled; and when
she wrinkled up her nose as she
asked the question, David could not
forbear smiling. In spite of the mo-
mentary smile, the utter hopelessness
that returned to his cavernous eyes
almost frightened her. She felt as
though she had unwittingly knocked
at the door of a house that hid a
tragedy, and she was on the verge of
dismayed retreat But under the
funny little nose there was a kind
little mouth and a square little chin;
so she drew In her breath and ran up
all her colors.
“Two pound ten a yard.”
“It’s ‘dollars,’ not ‘pounds’ here, you
know,” she chided. “You’re English,
aren’t you?"
His smile was frankly bitter now.
“I’m done with England," he flashed
back.
“A Yankee then?” even more In-
credulously.
“Yes, thank God 1" he burst forth.
She hastened to remove the Impli-
cation of scorn In her words.
“Well, I suppose we’ll be, too—fa-
ther and L We Just arrived at Cory-
don this morning. But I’m not thank-
ing God especially for the prospect"
His silence seemed to disconcert
her. She may have been conscious
of something In her that imagined a
rebuke he did not Intend. She bit
her lip and threw a backward glance.
“Three cheers for the president I"
The candor In her eyes lent a sincer-
ity to her words. She turned and
beckoned to her father, who was chat-
ting at the door. He seemed to be
used to her humors, for he came for-
ward Indulgently wtlh, “Well, daugh-
ter?"
He bad the broad, red face of a
prosperous British farmer, a ruddy
disk in which you might discern no
sun-spot of guile. Heartiness radi-
ated from him as from the maturing
sun. His shrewd little eyes looked
on David with so honest a kindliness
that David gave him Instant trust. A
strange thing, tor David knew It was
the farmers of England whose flour
made the threepenny loaves whose
price had made the weavers go hun-
gry.
“Father, I want you to"—she turned
wlnsomely to the young storekeeper—
"What Is your name?”
The young man surrendered. “Da-
vid Larrence.”
“This Is my father, Mr. Job Cran-
mer. My name Is Lydia, and I’m his
only daughter and he does what I tell
him to. don’t you, father?” And she
gave him a tug at his elbow.
The name Lydia instantly became
for David one of those on the calen-
dar.
“Your daughter Is very kind, Mr.
Cranmer.”
The girl hastened to Impart the one
piece of information she had gleaned
about her countryman.
“He says he Is going to live here.”
“A fine country, this, young man,"
approved Mr. Cranmer heartily. “I
mean to settle here myself. They tell
me land Is as cheap here on the wil-
derness border as coals in Newcastle
—I’m a farming man."
“You’re no farmer?” hazarded the
girl to David.
“No—I was a weaver.”
“Oh!" said Cranmer, comprehend-
ing, “then it hasn't been all skittles
with you, hey, young man?"
A wave of dark red swept over Da-
vid's face and he seemed unable to
answer.
“Nottingham way, maybe?" pursued
his questioner.
“Yes," he assented, and choked over
the word.
“Your people have been hnrd trod-
den, haven’t they?" pressed Cranmer
kindly.
“Oh. do not mind me of It!" broke
from David’s lips. He bowed his head
to hide the tears he could not control.
Lydia turned to her father for ex-
planation.
"Likely this young man suffered
with the Luddites," he remarked.
“Tell us," whispered Lydia, "we are
sorry."
“Ay, d-n England." blustered
Cranmer, without an apology for the
oath.
David looked at the man intently.
There was something about him that
loused question.
“Nottingham market place Is a fair
sight” observed the farmer.
“You’ve been there?”
“Ay, one Whlt-Monday feast”
“CUfton groves were green then,"
cried Lydia eagerly.
“Thera was blood on the parade at
Martinmas two years ago,” David
burst forth, fire smoldering In his eye.
“Our people gathered first at market
goose-fair In October; maybe It was
the plenty we saw there then that
made as wild. My father and my
brother and I had eaten but one meal
others worse olt than we. I saw a
starving child knocked down and beat-
en that stole an apple from a cart.
They drove us out of the market when
we cursed England.
It wasn’t till November—that we
could bear the rent of the frames no
longer. The men were fair wolves
by then. Every night they gathered
In front of the Exchange. Then when
the cold begnn and we had no coals
nor even peats from Sherwood—the
men blasphemed. They shouted that
It was the machinery that was taking
the bread from us. My father
they called m.v father Preneher Lar-
rence because he begged them to wait,
though he was one of them. My fa-
ther l /. . I read to him at home
the nlgnt they stormed the mills
out of St John ... his eyes were
gone . . . they broke the looms
that night.
He stopped. His eyes were burning
like coals.
“Newcastle sent his men from their
quarters In Castlegnte to help the con-
stables. They took four of them In
Wollaton street. And then they came
to our cottage . . ."
He stopped again, deathly pale.
“They took my father with them .
he kissed me . . .” David’s voice
was low. “There was one who said
that my father had Incited the riot."
He was trembling so that his two
hearers watched him In pity, but he
drew himself together.
“Of the twelve Judges of England
we did not know which one would try
the rioters. "We addressed pleas to
all. I do not suppose any of our let-
ters got beyond a clerk. We were
very funny. In the assizes of Michael-
mas term the cases were thought so
unimportant that none of the Judges
was delegated to them—John Silver-
ter. Esq., recorder, and Mr. Serjeant
Bosanquet sitting.
"Four of the five prisoners were
hanged. The case against them was
talking In low tones. Even so, Lydia
appeared to fear that someone might
hear what they were saying. Now and
(hen at some light rustle she glanced
anxiously about and behind them.
But the village street was empty.
Ouly the tall, bending elms were near,
and they might be expected to keep
her father's secret
too open—they had been taken in the mark?”
very act of violating his majesty's
decree, crown law since the twenty-
second year of hts reign. My father
thanked God for his release."
A cry of joy came from Lydia’s lips.
"Thank God, Indeed,” echoed Cran-
mer.
David smiled at them as a man
smiles at his surgeon.
“In December we were a crowd of
skeletons In rags. We stood In the
wet snow and watched a man In a
black hood fix the nooses about the
necks of four men. Then the men
fell the length of the rope and were
still. They bad little life to lose. The
man who stood next me was my
brother.
“The fourth felon they hung was my
father.”
“Your father!”
A man sobbing with dry eyes Is
dreadful to look upon.
“But the fifth man—who was set
free?”
David’s face was terrible.
“They set him free who betrayed
my father . . . he fled from us.
He was of our Brotherhood—traitor
the worse—and had sworn—God help
him!”
Father and daughter were silent
David could say no more, but leaned
against the counter, his shoulders
CHAPTER III.
Vows.
Driving forward with her scattered
vedettes the vestiges of winter, spring
began to intrench the main body of
ner army. The lilacs became delicious
spreaders of fragrance, the Japonlen
unfolded Its exquisite single flower.
Violets hallowed the dead grasses of
winter. Then the dogwood trees hung
out their snow-white blossoms like
huge white butterflies. Against the
drifting cloud and up Into the warm
air flumed the daring color of the red
maple of the swamps.
The seventeenth of the month—
Tolnette O’Bannon met with a puz-
zling experience that afternoon. She
was working in the garden behind her
cabin, so that It might not lack for Its
wealth of bloom that spring. The
tears gathered in her eyes as she bent
over the task. She was thinking of
the garden In New Orleans, whose
first cool blooms had been gathered to
be laid beside the still, white face that
had grown cold at her birth. Now she
herself was a woman and had found
with her father, a new home in the
northern wilds.
She gathered some sprays of purple
hyacinths that a late frost had with-
ered on their stalks. These she twist
ed into a dejected posy and tossed
Into the lane, mourning even for them.
Then she stooped and began to dig
Idly about the roots of some love-in
the-mlst. Suddenly she was roused
from her day-dream by the sound of
footsteps passing on the side street
that passed the garden. And then she
heard an ejaculation like the moon of
a beast caught In a trap, and a heav-
ier voice speaking. Too startled to
move, she listened behind the screen'
Ing bushes.
“What alls you, man?"
"The mark ! The mark!”
“What foolishness now? What
“Tolnette, You Must Marry Me.”
• day for reeks before. There were
trembling. Lydia felt that to stay
longer would be Intruding on bis grief.
She plucked at her father's arm and
they left the store.
“There’s a lad will make good enn-
non's-meat in the Yankees’ service,"
said Mr. Cranmer, when they were out
of hearing.
"What a dreadful story!” exclaimed
the girl. “And how wise he seemed!”
“Learned from his farther. I’ll be
bound." wagered the farmer. “Those
Nottingham ^reavers are a set to make
England tremble.”
They Walked back to the tavern.
“There! The purple posy! Oh, my
God!” The speaker seemed to choke.
The other laughed contemptuously.
“Nonsense, man, those be but flowers
someone has dropped. They mean
naught”
‘Ton cannot know," said the other
convulsively. “If you but knew the
oath—”
“A fiddlestick for the oath," the
gruff voice blurted. “Throw the thing
away, I tell you, and forget It. Hast
It with you?”
There was a pause, and then the
commanding voice resumed;
“Throw it away, man. It was naught
but a mummery.”
The girl heard their steps pass on
down the street. Rising quickly, she
stared at their retreating backs. The
one was a tall youth, whom she rec-
ognized as young Doctor Elliott; the
other a broad-shouldered, portly fig-
ure, a stranger to her. As she turned
back her eye caught sight of a
crumpled bit of paper lying on the
path outside the garden and with girl-
ish excitement she hastily ran out and
picked It up. Dirty and greasy It wa3,
as If with long handling, and on It,
written In a straggling hand and un-
couth spelling, were the words:
I, Edward Scull, of my own free will
and Acoard do declare and solemnly
aware that I will never reveal to aney
person or Peraona aney thing that may
lead to the diecovery of the game Either
In or by word sign or action as may lead
to aney Discovery under the Penelty of
being Bent out of this World by the first
Brother that May Meet me after the per-
ple mark further more I do sware that I
will Punish bv death aney trater or
traters should there aney arise up
amongst us I will persue with unseacelng
vengenee, should he fly to the verge of
Statute. I will be gust true sober and
faithful In all my dealings with all my
Brothers. So help God to keep this my
Oath Involuted Amen."
What hnd Doctor Elliott to do with
"Edward Scull?” She puzzled over
the riddle and tried to dismiss It with
a lnugh. But as she returned to the
smiling garden it seemed to her thnt a
cloud, no bigger perhaps than a man's
hnr.d but still a cloud, came over the
place.
• • • • • • •
When Elliott, having ridden In from
Louisville on his mare, called on Tol-
nette later In the afternoon, they
strolled; at his suggestion, along the
river path. She hnd not known him
long: but on each of his weekly visits
to Corydon he had disclosed In every
look and word a growing passion for
her.
The girl, walking In a reverie that
drew a veil of tenderness over the
deep sapphire of her eyes, and the
April duy, fading out. lr, a dream of
amethystine blue and a dazzling glory
of gold, seemed port of each other.
By her side walked the tall young
doctor; and he. too. was part, surely,
of the beautiful fellowship of the
happy world.
He speaks; “Tolnette. here are vio-
lets. . . . Blue as your eyes, Tol-
nette 1"
She does not answer; the words are
only a part of the day, they need no
answer.
“Tolnette, you must marry me!”
“What!" She heard now. But she
could not believe what she had heard.
“You do not know what you are say-
ing," she laughed,
But he paid no heed to her. "Tol-
nette, there Is no one In the world,
there will never be anyone—"
“Oh, please don’t go on! I shall
never marry. I do not believe I was
meunt for tnnrrluge. Aren't some girls
born to be spinsters?”
“No, no! Not you!"
"Yes, I shall be an old maid. There
Is no one In the world that I shall ever
marry. I shall be happy with my fa-
ther all my life—and have only good
friends, faithful friends,” she added
In a whisper so low that It seemed a
thought, not speech.
“Your father Is young no longer. He
must wish you to marry—he will be
happier If you do. You must not sac-
rifice yourself to him—It Is unjust.”
“While he Uvea I shall not leave
him; and oh, do not make me think
that there will ever couie a time
when . .
“Forgive me; I am sorry. But
can’t you marry and still be with him?
Wouldn’t he rather gain a son? Oh,
Tolnette, If I could only tell you what
I feel I You must marry me—I love
you sol”
“I can never marry you."
“Why not? Is it because you love
someone else?"
She was silent
“Is It someone In your old home?
Surely not—you would never have left
him to come here! Besides, you were
too young. Tell me—Is It any man In
Corydon? Answer, Tolnette I Is It—
Tolnette, Is It this newcomer, this fel-
low Larrence?"
She did not answer.
“Larrence or no one! Well, he’s out
of my way. You’ll see little of him
now—oh, I know, I’ve heard of you
both 1 He’s happy enough elsewhere.”
“Stop! Don’t speak of Mr. Lar-
rence !”
"You think I don’t know? I’ve
never met him, but news travels far,
I tell you I There’s a pretty English
girl that he spends his time with
now I"
“I am not concerned In Mr. Lar-
rence’s actions,” she answered coldly.
“Believe me or not, as you choose.
The whole village knows It. But I
know more—you think your heroic Mr.
Larrence Is an honest American now?
Bah 1 What is he, what Is he doing
here? Who knows anything about
Larrence? I tell you, he and Cran-
mer’s daughter are a pretty pair!”
"Doctor Elliott! Take care of your
words! You dare not slander Lydia 1”
“Oh, she’s honest enough, no doubt;
but—there’s bound to be war with
England—and soon. Suppose you
were English, wouldn’t you do what
you could for your country? There’s
our forts and this frontier that the
English would like to have, remem-
ber.”
“I will not listen to this! You can-
it mean what you are saying.”
“If yon are a loyal American you
will listen.”
“I will hear nothing more from you
about Lydia and Mr. Larrence. And
now let me go. I should not have let
you say what you have. Forgive me—
let us both forget It"
She turned away and Elliott has-
tened to repair his hasty speech.
‘‘I have said nothing of this to any-
one and I have only told you, Tolnette,
because I love you no. I don’t want
you to be misled by appearances. I
shall say nothing more about this—
but time will show you I am right.
You are not angry with me, Tolnette?
I would die rather than displease
you H
The girl was evidently aroused, and
only Elliott’s good sense In dropping
the subject saved the walk homeward
from embarrassing silence. With ready
tact he begnn to speak of other things,
and before they had reached the village
had succeeded In drawing a smile
from his companion. He told her
good night as If nothing untoward had
happened.
Returning to the tavern, he sat a
while In his room In moody silence
and then began gloomily to pound
some drugs with mortar and pestle.
The fat nearly fell In the fire that
time,” he muttered, and cursed him-
self under his breuth. "You're too
devilish hasty,” he told himself. “Slow
and careful Is the word. She loves
him! But I'll spoil his fine game yet.
The girl’s rich—rich, why, that wiz-
ened old fnther of hers must be worth
n fortune! And he can’t live forever."
He fell to grinding his drugs as though
the simple remedies were poisons that
should encompass O'Baonon's death.
• •••••*
He had been right In one respect,
David had spent more than one pleas-
ant evening at the Cranmers'. Under
his friendliness the girl glowed Into
a rosy reincarnation of the audacious-
ly sympathetic Lydia of their first
meeting. It was sweet to hear the
broad vowels of Nottinghamshire on
her lips and to hear the names of
places that struck a pang of memory
that David thought would never stir
again. Tolnette. running over to see
Lydia on the evening after Elliott’s
call on herself, found him and Lydia
there alone In what seemed a most
animated conversation, acknowledged
his presence with the coolest of bows
and Invented an excuse to withdraw
Immediately. She took pains to avoid
any repetition of the encounter; and
Lydia, with the field clear, was as
Inwardly self-satisfied as a hen that
had driven another ben from the barn-
yard.
David devoured Lydia's easy good-
humor hungrily. They talked for
hours of the old scenes they both
knew so well:
“Did you ever climb Standard hill,
Lydia, and go on till you saw Sher-
wood forest? Going around Robin
Hood’a barn, we used to call It."
“Do you remember the three great
oaks by the roadside? Father and I
used to He there and watch the dro-
vers go by with their funny sheep and
the silly little lambs.”
"Ay, I’ve seen 'em come Into mnr-
ket by thousand?, like, Or did you
ever see the Papist Holes, the caves
la the red sandstone banks of tha
Lene?”
“By the Castle road?”
“Ay, we boys used to play at hunt-
tbe-Captain In 'em—fair places to hide
In, they were."
“I went a-Maylng once to the Hem-
lock etone on Bramcote hill. It's near
Mayday now. David. . . . It's a
long mile between Corydon and Not-
TbAt-lcd
V* Li WW'
He Caught a Glimpse of a Second Fig-
ure.
tln'ham, bennt It? ... I remem-
lr we could see Colwlck hall and
Holme Pierrepont from the hill that
(lay. . .
They both fell silent In the April
dusk, their eyes seeing In fancy the
old playgrounds on the sunburnt turf
of Hunger hills or In the green groves
of Clifton. The dusk deepened into
night and still they sat lost In dreams
of old friends, old childhood huunts.
The brown-breasted bird finished Its
song In the trees overhead; and at
last Cranmer came home, stumbling
uncertainly along the lane that led
from the tavern.
David, having bidden Lydia a friend-
ly good night, almost Indeed ran Into
her unsteady parent. Stepping aside
Just In time to prevent a collision In
the darkness, he caught a glimpse of
a second figure—a man from whom
Cranmer was Just parting. “If you’re
sober enough,” the second man- was
saying, “we’ll have another talk in
the new courthouse tomorrow night,
-” (David did not catch the name
HIS CABINFT WUK
President’s Advisers Have Not
Country’s Confidence.
i -
Appointment of Secretary Redfleld a*
Head of Export Council Will Be
Further Cauee of Dissatisfac-
tion to the Nation.
The announcement that Secretary
Redfleld Is to he the bend of the ex-
port council does not encourage tho
hope thnt Mr. Wilson has gnlned any
clearer sense of the weakness of his
official family or has any intention of
strengthening It. Secretary Redfleldi
la not the sort of man to be Intrusted
with a service In which tnct and sound
judgment nre requisite. The export-
council, which will have to pnss upon
U>e claims of neutrals for the supply
m necessaries, has one of the most
difficult and delicate tasks arising out
of our present relations and responsi-
bilities. Serious Injury will be dona
to our cause and to our commercial
future hy blundering. Secretary Red-
fleld has shown himself to be of small
caliber, yet opinionated and lacking In
sense of proportion.
The department of commerce an-
nounces through the official bulletin
that "In due time an advisory board
will be named of high-class men of
recognized ability." This statement
provides about all the comfort to be
derived from the situation, and we
hope the “due time" will be brief ami
the personnel of the board of the qual-
ity promised. But even though this be
the case, the desirability of a general
overhauling of the cabinet remains.
The creation of advisory hoards to
assist the political executives Is In-
deed a necessity of our situation. The
notion has never before undertaken
responsibilities so enormous ns It now
bears. The normal machinery of ad-
ministration Is wholly Inadequate to
solve war problems. Its personnel Is
mediocre, and must be while political
considerations control public appoint-
ments. This war demands the very
best brains of the nation, and the very
best brains of the nation are not often
found In politics or In public service
dominated by politics, Our tasks of
supply are so difficult, furthermore,
that Industrial and commercial cap-
tains alone can solve them. Hence the
adoption of the advisory board idea.
This Idea, however, has not been put
Into full operation. The advisory
board of tlie council of national de-
fense Is In danger of political Interfer-
ence not only from Jealous congress-
men, who nre afraid of losing polit-
ical perquisites, but also from politi-
cal executives bent upon gnlnlng polit-
ical Influence. Both dangers would
be greutly diminished If the president
would weed out the men In executive
office who have not won Intelligent
public confidence.
that followed) “will be on hand then."
Puzzled, David strolled slowly back
to the tavern, where he still lodged.
There was something about this man
Cranmer that was not on the surface;
something he did not understand, or
like.
Josephu* on Trial.
Either the transports carrying troop*
to France were attacked by German
submarines or they were not. On the-
authority of Josephus Daniels, secre-
tary of the navy—a gentleman sup-
posed to be in a position to know Just
what the fleet under him Is doing—
every morning paper In the United
States carrying the Associated Press-
dispatches described the battle with
the submarines on July 4. Later a
cable from "Somewhere In France" to-
the Associated Press, purporting to
come from a naval officer, branded the
Daniels story ns Action. This dispatch
passed Mr. George Creel's self-created
censorship In Washington and went to-
the afternoon newspapers. One or
more of the early editions of the East
carried. the denial and others were
about to use It when word came from
Washington that the denial was Incor-
rect, thnt In reality n battle had been
fought and the American people had
the word of their secretory of the navy
for It. And thus the matter stands.
He stood sponsor for It. nnd wasn’t It
a fine piece of sentiment for Independ-
ence dny uses? Really, though, how
can he hold on unless he proves up?
CHAPTER IV.
Tha 8pec!al Agent
Colonel Posey remained Indefinitely
In Louisiana, nnd David wna still In
charge of the shop. Late the next aft-
ernoon he closed and bolted the small
emporium and started down the street
toward the tavern for an early supper.
As he passed musingly along beneath
the new-green elms nnd neared the
courthouse, the words he hnd over-
heard the night before from the dps
of Cranmer’s comrade came sharply
back. "The courthouse ... to-
morrow night. ..." | the voters are still considering politics
The fascination of the little court- 1 and parties, It Is well for senators to
house plucked David as with an out- I give clear reasons for their votes on
stretched hnnd. In a moment he found the details of a revenue measure,
himself before It. Through the half- Tuxes touch all: and Ill-advised asscss-
open doors David caught a glimpse of | ments sometimes return to plague their
the sluidowy and empty place of Jus- , Inventors.
tlce: nnd with a sudden determination , -
he entered the silent and empty cham- j where the Blame Rest*,
ber. He would conceal himself within j
It and learn why Job Cranmer was
Tax Measures Touch All.
Notwithstanding the wur there 1*
politics in the land yet. In n New
Hampshire congressional district and
in one In Indlann the two old parties
contended, nnd the people responded
by going to the polls In gratifying
numbers. In both cases the Repub-
licans registered easy victory. So as
meeting strange men secretly after
nightfall.
Do you believe that young
Larrence has reaaon to auspect
that Job Cranmer and hi* daugh-
ter mean to harm him or othera
in Corydon? What about Doc-
tor Elliott?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Experts.
"These connoisseurs are wonderful
chaps. They know all the dlstlnetlons
In wines. They can tell the difference
In cigarettes.’’
“Urn. They roust be wonderful
chaps. All cigarettes smell sllke to
ms,"
Congressman Kltehin eornplnlns thnt
the revenue bill does not deal with the
tariff In a scientific manner. He
should address the complaint to him-
self. His committee Is responsible for
the Imperfections In the revenue bill.
Did Baker Approve It?
One question In which the country Is
vitally Interested has not yet come up
In the discussion of whether Secretary
Daniels and George Creel enlarged
upon Rear Admiral Glenves’ report of
the encounters between the transport
convoy and submarines.
Was the cablegram from France
charging such exaggeration one or
those which were diverted to the wur
department and approved by Secretary
Baker before permission to print It
was ”lv«n?
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Harding, L. D. Mayes County Republican (Pryor, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 25, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 16, 1917, newspaper, August 16, 1917; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc956360/m1/2/: accessed June 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.