The Carter Express. (Carter, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 28, Ed. 1 Friday, October 3, 1924 Page: 2 of 6
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V
THE CARTER EXPRESS
The
Mystery
Road
- By -
EL Phillips Oppepheim
Copyright by Little, Brown end Co.
*1 LOVE GERALD"
SYNOPSIS.—Fleeing from •
brutal stepfather, an unhappy
home, and a proposed husband
she detests, Myrtlle, young
French girl, atands In a country
road on the vergo of desperation
Halted by an exploded tire, two
young Englishmen. Lord G«ra
Dombey and Christopher Bent-
are attracted by the girl’s d‘*‘
traded appearance. She
them to take her away from her
misery. In a spirit of adventure
they do so. conveying her to
Monte Carlo and leaving her wttn
friends. Myrtlle speaks Englian
her mother having been an edu*
cated woman. Gerald 8
beautiful young woman In tnt
gambling rooms, and Is 'a8®‘*
nated, but can only learn tnat
she Is called Pauline de Ponlere
and la with her aunt. He la tin-
able to secure an Introduction.
Christopher and Gerald decide
Myrtlle shall not go back to ner
home. Lady Mary. Geralds ■
ter. secretly In love with Chris-
topher, disapproves of the young
men's guardianship of Myrtlle
Lord Dombey makes the ac-
quaintance of Pauline. He la
puzzled by the air of mystery and
condescension surrounding her.
CHAPTER V—Continued
aid drove slowly bock to the Villa
d'Acacle and Joined hla slater on the
terrace.
“Do you know anything about the
two women at the next villa Mury7"
he asked.
“One never knows one's neighbors
here," she answered. “1 saw them
driving, the other day—a st range-
looking old Indy and a very ......l-look-
lng girl. Isn't there something queer
about them, or Is It my fancy?”
"There Is something unusual,” Ger-
ald replied. “They seem curiously In-
disposed to forming acquaintances,
which Is odd In n plnce like this. I
happened sto be talking to the younger
woman for a few minutes. She gave
me the Impression, somehow, that they
were people of greater consequence
than their manner of living here would
Indlcute.”
"I expect I am uncharitable." Mary
observed. “An elderly Indy with no
friends, who lakes n rather beautiful
young woman about with her to public
places, does certainly Invite comment,
doesn't she? Tell tue about your little
protege?"
"We lunched with her, Chris and I,"
Geruld replied.
“Goodness gruclousl Where?"
“At Clro's. We bought h$r some
clothes at Lenore’s, this morning."
I.ndy Mary lit a cigarette and threw
down her hook.
“I am not the guardian of your mor-
als. Gerald," she observed dryly; "a
girl, nowadays, lias all she can do to
look after her own—but I honestly
think you ought to send that child
back to her people.”
“Too brutal," he replied. “They
wnnted to marry her to some horrible
old man.”
"Whutever the position was, your
Interference wus most uncalled for,"
his sister declared. "As for Chris-
topher, 1 an. really surprised at him.
I think you Owo young men ought to he
thoroughly nBhnmed of yourselves for
v at you are doing, and I shnll Just
look forward to an opportunity of tell-
ing Christopher so.”
Geruld glanced ut his sister’s profile
and chuckled.
“Good old Chris 1" he murmured.
"I’ll Just let him kuow what's coming
to him 1”
"I don't know that 1 am very differ-
ent from the others," he said. "Tell'
me. what is your nationality?"
"Why should I tell you anything
about myself?" she asked, a little
coldly.
"II appeared to me that It might
er—help our, acquaintance.”
“Have I acknowledged the acquaint-
«nce?"
“Well, you nre talking to me, any-
how," he pointed out. with a slight
twinkle In his eyes.
"1 scarcely see how I could help It,"
she replied. “If you are really curious
about my nationality. I will tell you
that I have some French blood In my
veins. France, however. Is not my na-
tive country."
“And you live—where?"
“Nowhere," she answered a little
sadly. “At present we are wanderers—
what you call In England adventurers.’
Geruld ruised Ills eyebrows.
“Thut Is scarcely the word," he mur-
mured.
"My aunt has a curious objection to
meeting people upon our travels,"
Pauline continued. "I myself find her
aloofness sometimes a little tedious.
That Is why I am misbehaving to the
extent of letting you talk to me. As
a matter of propriety, you certainly
ought to leave me at once. As a mat-
ter oi fact, I was about to propose
something else."
“|,et me hear It, at any rate," be
Insisted.
"1 watched you drive up to your
father’s villa In your car. Will you
take me a little way in it?"
“Uuther!" he gssented eagerly.
"Where shall I pick you up?"
“Outside the villa gates," she re-
plied. “My uunt is absolutely certain
to sleep for two hours. It is the only
liberty I have during the day. Please
go ut once nnd fetch the car."
She dismissed him with an Impera-
tive wave of the hand. As soon as he
was out of sight she Jumped down
from the rock, crossed the little strip
of sand, and commenced her leisurely
ascent to the villa. Once or Iwice she
laughed softly to herself.
It wus un excursion which Gerald
pondered on many tliuej afterwurd.
Pauline had settled down In the low
bucket seat by Ills side and leaned
back with an air of absolute content.
She hud, in fact, the appearance of,
one enjoying a rare pleasure. As soon
us Gerald slackened speed, however,
with the Idea of entering Into conver-
sation, she heenme curt and almost
rude, nnd his proposition that they
might take the higher -oud nnd have
ten at Nice she promptly negatived.
When, after an absence of about an
hour nnd a half, they drew up at the
gutes of the villa, she left him with
the merest-nod of farewell.
“You will come for another ride
soon—perhaps tomorrow?" he asked
anxiously.
She shook her head.
"I cun make no plans,” she replied.
“I should think It very Improbable. I
thank you so much for your kindness
Your enr Is quite wonderful."
She wulked awny with the air of one
who has conferred a great favor. Ger-
Chapter VI
Myrtlle was suddenly tired. She
seated herself upon the trunk of a tree
and Christopher followed her example.
Below them stretched the motley pan
orutna of Monte Carlo, the wide bay
and the glittering sea.
"Do you know," she said, “that
hove not seen Monsieur Gerald for
three days?" ^
"He has been busy,” Christopher an
swered shortly. "He plays golf and
tennis every day. Then his father and
sister take up a good deal of his time."
"You ulwuys find time to come and
see me every morning,” she suld. “Be-
sides—It wus not Ills sister with whom
I saw hltn motoring yesterday.” •
Christopher braced ulmself for an
effort.
"Myrtlle," he began, "you know that
I um fond of you.”
“You huve been very kind," she an-
swered listlessly.
"Because I want to be kind, 1 ain
going to suy things that mny sound
harsh.” he went on. “You are n very
foolish girl to wuste your time think-
ing nnd dreuming of Gerald. You
should only let your thoughts dwell
upon one innn continually when there
Is some cliunce In the end that that
man may become your husband."
Her llstlessness passed. She settled
down to the subject seriously.
“But, Monsieur Christopher—"
Christopher leaned over nnd laid his
hand upon hers.
“Myrtlle dear, will you listen to me?”
he begged, “book at roe for a mo-
ment. 1 am twenty-six years Old. I
huve lived In cities as well ns the
epuntry. In London 1 am what you
call an avoent. I hnve to use my
brains every day. 1 have to understand
iny fellow creatures. Will you get that
Into your hentl?’’
“It Is not difficult," she assured him,
with a little smile. “I think you are
very clever, and you know many,
ninny things.”
And us for you, Myrtlle," Christo-
pher went on, “when one tiimks of
your upbringing, It Is amazing to real-
ize how much you have rend, how
much you know. But listen to me.
Nothing that one reads can teach one
what life la like. You spent many
hours wondering what was ut the end
of the road. You think uow, because
you have passed over the hill, thut you
are there. My dear, you are not even
at the beginning of the way."
She plucked some grasses aud
twined them round her fingers.
“Go on,” she whispered.
"Whut you see here Is not life. It
Is not even a very wonderful reflection
of It. Mostly It Is a little company of
pleasure seekers, come to cast aside
for a time the serious side of life and
gamble with their pleasures as they
do with their money."
"But some roust be In earnest,” Myr-
tlle protested.
"One of them who Is not In earnest
Is Gerald, and I tell you so, although
Gerald Is my friend,” Christopher said.
"He Is here to amuse himself, and he
would prefer to amuse hlmaelf with-
out giving anyone else pain. If that la
Impossible, however, he la sufficiently I
reckless not to count the cost where
the other person Is concerned."
She drew a little away.
“That does not sound like the
speech of n friend." she reminded him
reproachfully.
"But I can assure that I am his
friend, although a candid one," Chris-
topher declnred. “All that I hnve said
to you, I hnve said to him, and n great
deal more. Yotf will let me finish?”
She made no reply. Her eyes were
fixed upon the exact spot where the
sea seemed to melt Into the clouds.
The grace of her slim body lent
beauty even to the hunch of her
shoulders.
"You nre like a child who has been
let out of a tlnrk room,” Christopher
went on. “Everything seems beuutl-
ful, but you don’t see clearly—your
eyes aren’t strong enough yet. What
you Imagine to he love Is a worse
thing. Geruld does not love you. He
can never marry you. He belongs to
that world at which you are looking
with blurred eyes. Myrtlle, don’t yot
want to be good?"
"I wnnt to he hnppy," Myrtlle re-
plied. "I shall ulways be good."
“How do you know that?"
“Because 1 nin ull good Inside," she
snld. “1 couldn’t do any of the thlugs
that wicked people do.”
Christopher sal for a moment In
puzzled thought.
“Look here," he went on. “If you
love Geruld. and Gerald doesn’t love
you, nnd you are content with the
pretense of his love, and yon go on lov-
ing him, and you \now that you can-
not he Ills wife, theu you are not good
any longer."
She shook her head.
“There Is only once In ray life,” she
snld. “that I have ever come near sin,
and that Is when 1 thought of staying
at the farm and marrying Pierre Les-
chunips. I love Gerald. All that 1
need to be happy and good Is that be
should love me."
"But Gerald does not love you and
never will,", Christopher declared
bluntly. "Gerald, at the present mo-
ment, at any rate, Is Incapable of a
stable affection, nnd If he were ca
pable of It, his people would not allow
him to marry you."
“1 do not wish him to marry me,
she declared, with a little choke In her
voice.
"Perhaps not," he replied. “In that
case you should listen to me more
patiently. 1 want you to leave thla
place and go to some friends of mine
In England."
"What, alone?"
"Alone."
She shook her head.
"Christopher," she said, suddenly
slipping her arm through his, “l think
you wunt to be kind to me. 1 believe
that you are very good—perhaps you
'are better than Gerald. But so long
as Gerald wants me near, I shall stuy
Even tf he goes about with other
people, he thinks of me. He has told
me -so, and he has promised to take me
to one of his supper parties this week.
I am looking forward to It more than
to anything else In the world.”
Christopher's fuce hardened.
"You will not go to one of those sup-
per parties, Myrtlle.” he Insisted. “1
would rather take you back to the
farm.”
She turned her hend nnd looked at
him. There was something In her eyes
from which he shrank—something very-
much like hate.
She saw the pnln In his face and she
was suddenly remorseful. She clung
to his nrm again. Her cheek almost
touched his.
“Christopher — dear Christopher,"
she pleaded. ”1 did not mean to hurl
you. I know how good you are, but
Just think how wonderful It would he
for me to go with Gerald, to meet other
girls, to laugh nnd talk, to sit by his
side, his guest, to dunce, perhaps—oh.
It would he paradise I Everybody else
goes to partlesT'Chrlstopher."
"I will take you to the opera," he
promised.
Her eyes glowed.
Daddy’s
Eoetiincj
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WRIGLEYS
.ale
jQf -mny-CRAH^-EOWlEP
ORANG’S DIRTY HANDS
Windy, the Orang-Utan, was a great
favorite. He had some friends who
came to see him again and agula at
the zoo.
He remembered his friends, too. Oh
yes, Windy wus not one to forget Ills
friends.
He did not like them for presents
they might bring him. In fact that
made no difference.
He was not on the lookout for what
he was going to receive. A member
of the monkey family enjoys his food
and enjoys presents but they ure not
a greedy family.
So when a great friend of Windy’s
went to see him not loug ago and had
not brought so much os one banuna as
a present to him he did not think It
was strange at all.
The lady who thought so much of
Windy was sorry she had not had tlm«
to stop off and get him something but
Windy never seemed to think of It.
He seemed to be delighted to set
her. He shook hands with her anf
patted her and then he handed her a
bunch of straw and, sitting with his
back to her, be told her by his actions
imninininnniTTinMTnn
Chew it after
every meal
It ■tlmnlatca
appetite and
aids digestion.
It makes yoar
food do yoa more
good. Note how
It relieves that stally feeling
alter hearty eating.
w « e t • a ■
breath
It’ii the goody
that
Evidently Myrtlle is going to
be the cause of a considerable
number of complications. Can
you guess them?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Word “Jovial”
The word "Jovial'' conceals the name
of Jupiter, or Jove. A ’’jovial" per
son Is theoretically, at least, a person
boro under (lie Influence of tbe^plunet
Jupiter, or Jo.ve.
This planet was supposed to be the
most Joyful of all the planets to be
born under, Just ns Saturn Is the least
Joyful.
Gradually the word "Jovial" became
dissociated from the astrological sig-
nificance and was generally applied
to persons who Indicated the quality
of Joyfulness ascribed to birth under
a Joyful plnneL
Tlius many a word In the English
languuge. In common use, traces Its
origin to mystic beginnings and beliefs
In the darkness of past ages.—Bir-
mingham Age-llerald.
The longest river In the British Isles
Is the Shannon In Ireland, with a
length of 224 mffes.
He Seemed to Be Delighted.
that he would love to have his back
scratched.
“A nice little rubbing," he seemed
to say ns he looked around at her to
see If she would pet him.
She did Indeed. She played with
Windy. And she shook hands with his
companion who did many tricks, Jump-
ing around on a trapeze and acting
with a great deal of cleverness and
grace.
But next door to Windy was another
orang-utan. This orang-utan was not
the greet friend that Windy was but
he was a very nice animal and had
very nice manners and ways.
He was very anxious to shake hands,
too.
Out between the bars of his cage
went his great long arm. He waved
It up and down.
But the ludy did not sbuke bands
with him.
He did not understand It. She
waved her hand at him and seemed
to be pleasant to him, but she did not
shake hands with him nnd he greutly
wunted to shake hands.
The keeper saw him waving his long
arm and said to him; ,
“Oh, you can’t expect anyone
shake such a dirty hand as that*. It Is
terribly dirty. It Is sticky frota the
last banana you ate and It Is quite
dirty. Wipe It off nicely and that lady
will shake hands with you.”
Now the orang-utan felt better.
He had felt quite sad that the lady
had not shaken hands with him.
So he went back and took song
the straw In his enge and wiped his
hands again and ugaln. particularly
the hand which he Intended to put
through the burs to Bhake the lady's
hand.
He dried it so nicely and he wiped
It off so carefully.
He took great pains over that hand.
He was so anxious to no noticed, too.
The ludy wus stiff talklug uml play-
ing with WlnJy • and ( fils companion
and she did not seem to be showing
any signs of lenvlng right away.
He had kept looking tt- see, for If
she had shown signs of leaving he In-
tended to see If she sou Id shake
hands with him If he had purtly wiped
his hands
But he bad time to do a very good
Job of It.
Then he pet forth his hand and he
turned It so that the underneath part
where It hud been so sticky before
could be seen.
And the lady shook hands with him.
It had been too much tc. expect-her
to take a wet. sticky, dirty hund be-
fore. He had not been polite to have
offered her such a baud for hand-
shaking.
But the keeper had explained It all
to him and he had understood.
And he, too, had been greeted prop-
erly aDd had. In turn, greeted the visi-
tor properly and—with clean hands
finally.
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