Beaver County Democrat. (Beaver, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 30, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 23, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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C0r>rMCHT/90t. BY JO LirPINCOTT
barn with Jack the smile disappeared
and the llstlees look returned.
He wm fighting his flnt real battle.
Hard work, poverty, the heavy mort-
gage, had not served to darken his
spirit. But to-night as he came by
Emily Hutton's he had seen a yellow-
wheeled buggy at the gate. It meant
that Edwards, the storekeeper from
Plalnfleld, was in the house, was per-
haps at this minute talking to Emily.
Richard's eyes smarted at the thought.
He turned the hay-cutter swiftly and
mixed old Jack's supper.
Perhaps Jack was surprised, a mo-
ment later, to feel an arm thrown
about his neck He turned his head
inquiringly, munching. But there was
no one else to see—the boy was weep-
ing out the bitterness of his heart.
She had smiled at him with her big.
black eyes, and once, on a sleighing
party, her head had rested for a mo-
ment on his shoulder. His heart beat
faster with the thought. And now Ed-
wards—this was the third time this
week. She would marry him— A
Jerusha, aren't you thaw«d out yi^r
He crossed the room with the brim-
ming pails and deposited them on the
pantry floor.
There was little of the heart-broken
lover about him as he turned to the
wide wooden sink and, dipping water
into the big tin basin, began to waah
his face and hands. He performed his
public toilet with the unconscious
ease of habit, dashing the water over
his brown face and neck and running
his fingers far back Into the thick
hair. He emerged from the folds of
the heavy crash towel, his face glow-
ing and his eyes shining.
His presence lighted the dim room.
Mrs. Derrlng's face lost its tired look;
Uncle Eben limped cheerfully back
from the sitting room; and as they
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Those who win heaven, blest are they.
—Browning.
CHAPTER I.
knuckles out, grasped the crossed reins I gob ended the thought.
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A young man was walking slowly
along the country road.
His eyes, fixed moodily oefore him,
saw nothing. But his feet kept to the
narrow path that skirted its edge,
avoiding the wheel-tracks and boof-
prlnts of the frozen surface, and keep-
ing well within the line of stiffened
aster and golden-rod that rose on
gray stalks beside the stone wall on
either side.
Beyond the wall fields of stubble
stretched, brown and bare, in the twi-
light Everywhere hung the cold, un-
varying light, except along the west-
ern horizon, where a band of orange
glowed against the darkening sky. Its
brightness fell upon the shoulders of
the young man, emphasizing the list-
less stoop and the slow, dispirited
walk. The air of dejection might have
belonged to a man of 60.
No human being was In sight. Pres
ently he turned his head and looked
back, listening. The movement
brought his face Into the glow of light.
It was a strange face, the dark, trou-
bled eyes full of inquiry, the flexible
lips, slightly parted, waiting upon si-
lence. Slowly a smile of amusement
crept Into the eyes, spread over the
face and drew from the lips a quick
laugh.
"Uncle Eben and Aunt Jerusha!
The listless shoulders straightened
and pulled gently now and then with
a seesaw motion. The other figure,
sitting stiffly erect, ended in a brown
veil.
The young man waited till the
clumsy wagon was abreast of him. He
clambcred over the end and, kneeling
in the straw, laid an affectionate hand
on each bundled figure.
The brown veil nodded graciously
and stiffly. "How's the folks, Rich-
ard?" came from its folds.
"All well. Aren't you frozen?"
There was no reply from the veil.
A wheezy chuckle from Uncle Eben
Jack turned his head with a soft
whinny. The boy raised his head,
half-shamefaced. His hat had fallen
to the floor and his eyes were full of
tears. He looked very boyish to be
crying for a lost love.
He threw his arm again across
Jack's neck and stood for a moment
with his face pressed in the thick fur.
Then he straightened himself and
clenched his hands. He would rather
die than have the folks In the house
know about it! His lips were firmly
closed as he stepped Into the fading
light, a wooden pall in each hand, and
WllfCi/ V-llUVft«7 — I llftUl, *
and a gentle pull on the reins were crossed the barnyard to the old pump,
the response. When he had filled the palls he
The wagon rattled and bumped In I dashed the water over his face and
the silence. The Bky had deepened eyes. He turned back to the barn, his
from orange to purple and hung its head erect, and whistling softly under
light around them. In the distance a his breath.
gray, weather-beaten house lifted "There!"—he thrust the brimming
itself tinged with the glowing light pail under old Jack's nose, and patted
-There', mother," ..Id the 'hlcH.co,tT;Tn^^llh%o«"
. She', seen ^ «,
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fashion, was coming down the path Ithe chores.
"If Only He'd Give Up Writing Foetry
and Get Married."
to the gate.
"Well, where did you come from?"
she called out as they drew rein. "I
was just thinking about you to-day."
Her mouth was stretched in a smile
CHAPTER II.
Within doors, In the warm kitchen,
Mrs. Derring was getting supper
Her moutn was sireicnea n • — jerusha's chair was drawn up
of conventional wdcome,Jbut the high-1 ^ Btove Wlth her brown merino
pitched voice was cordial, and the turned safely back from the
d.rk eye., « youthful a. tho,e o( her com-
son, looked out In pleased surprise. | forUbly in fnmt of the oven door> 8he
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beamed over her gold-bowed spec
tacles, the picture of comfort. Uncle
Eben. with knees drawn up and boot-
heels on the round of a straight wood-
en chair, rubbed his fingers and
chuckled Into the conversation.
"Is that Edwards man going with
Emily Hutton?" demanded Aunt Je-
rusha over her spectacles. "I saw his
team hitched there as we came along."
Mrs. Derring was stooping to put
wood In the fire. She lifted a flushed
face. "Well, I do' know—" She hesi
tated. "He's been there once or twice,
1 believo."
"I thought she was Dick's gal,'
cackled Uncle Eben from his high
seat.
Both women looked at him sternly
Aunt Jerusha on principle, Mrs. Derr
lng from the mother-instinct to defend
her young.
"I guess Dick didn't care much
about her," she said decisively. She
began to mix the light biscuit for tea.
Uncle Eben dropped his boot-heels
and rose with a crestfallen air. He
limped towards the sitting room and
buried his Ignominy behind the Ash-
ton Weekly Press.
"He's a dreadful trial sometimes,
murmured Aunt JeruBha, with
glance towards the sitting room door.
"He's so affectionate, you know-
wants to hold my hand in meeting
sometimes, and Buch like. Of course
the neighbors think It's dreadful
queer." She had closed the oven door
that the oven might be hot for the
biscuit. She sat drawn well back in
her chair, her merino skirt still tucked
up and her feet planted firmly on the
floor, looking inquiringly at Mrs. Derr-
ing.
"Yes, I know." Mrs. Derring's nod
was sympathetic. "Father was some
that way, too—dreadful affectionate.
Only he was more masterful than
Eben. Eben seems to give up pretty
easy."
"Well, he has to, because I have to
have my own way," answered Aunt
Jerusha, settling herself more firmly
in her chair.
The other woman seemed not to
have heard her. Her dark eyes were
looking wistfully through the window
The rest of the face framed in the I towards the barn. "Richard favors
ehawl was seamed with care and hard father some, I think, she said, as if
work It beamed with good-humor following out her own thought, and
and concern as she watched Uncle lately, it seems to me, he s grown
Eben who, having descended from more like him than ever. I don t seem
the high wagon with deliberation, was to understand him."
helping Aunt Jerusha to alight. The Aunt Jerusha nodded sagaciously,
old lady bitched cautiously along the "Richard 'ud do well enough If he d
seat, put one ample foot tentatively give up writing poetry and get mar-
on the step, glanced suspiciously at rled and settle down. He needs i
the motionless Jack, and was at last woman to look after him.'
deposited on the ground. Mrs. Derrlng's thln face flushed^
With a smile on his lips the young This time It was not the heat of the
man watched the absurd figure, sup- fire. "I guess, JwuAihs—
ported on either side by his mother The door of the kitchen was flung
wouuu iuw — _ . .. __j Uncle Eben. waddle up to the wide. The young man appeared, a
bundled^ e£2£hlnpstm "down and | front door. Butas he turned towards the pall In each hand. "Wall, well. Aunt
seated themselves at the supper table
the boy's exuberant vitality gave a
touch of unity that had been lacking
before. Aunt Jerusha softened a little
towards Uncle Eben, merely keeping
a watchful eye on him, as one might
on an Irresponsible child.
You needn't pass him the aweet
pickles," she said.
But It was too late. The dish was
already In Uncle Eben's trembling
Angers, and a brown drop had fallen
on the spotless cloth.
"I knew he'd spill It." She spoke In
an Impersonal, detached tone.
Uncle Eben hastily adjusted a glass
to cover the spot.
Richard watched the by-play with
dancing eyes. Uncle Eben and Aunt
Jerusha were always irresistible. But
to-night, as he watched them, the
smile faded. A thought had flashed
across It. Would he and Emily—In
30 years—? Impossible. Emily's dim-
ples deepened to heavy lines—her
laughing eyes behind spectacles. Ab-
surd! Yet Aunt Jerusha's manner to
Uncle Eben was grotesquely like. It
all passed in an undercurrent of
thought, scarcely recognized as be
laughed and talked and played the
part of host.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Customer--M'yea, that's better, but
you'll havo to alter it a !?U1* o*-jr the
hips, for I'm taking up a new appoint-
ment on Monday, and the prlnicpal
Informed me that his firm was very
particular as to correctness iu figures.
TORE H1S~SK1N~OFF
In Shrede—Itching Was Intenee—
Sleep Wae Often Impoeslble.
Cured by Cuticura In Three Week*.
"At first an eruption of small pus-
tules commenced on my hands. These
spread later to other parts of my body,
and the Itching at times was Intense,
so much so that I literally tore tha
skin off In shreds in seeking relief.
The awful Itching Interfered with my
work considerably, and also kept ma
awake nights. I tried several doc-
tors and used a number of different
ointments and lotions but received
practically no benefit. Finally I set-
tled down to the use of Cuticura Soap,
Cuticura Ointment and Cuticura Pills,
with the result that In a few days all
Itching had ceased and in about three
weeks' time sll traces of my eruption
hsd disappeared. I have had no trou-
ble of this kind since. H. A. Knits*
koff, 6714 Wabash Ave.. Chicago, 111,
November 18 and 28, 1907."
FMur Drag * Cton. Corp.. Sole Prop*. M*a.
Foreign Trade of United Statee.
Great Britain buys more goods from
the United States than from any other
three principal countries In the world
—$620,000,000 worth In 1908; f10,000,-
000 more than from Prance, Germany
and Holland combined, according to
the July report of the department of
trade and commerce of Canada.
Important to Mothers.
Examine carefully every bottle ot
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and see that It
Bears the
Signature of (
in Use For Over 30 Years.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
It really makes little difference
i whether the earth Is flat or round,
| so long as we can make both ends
meet
children, and see inai u
RED cross ball blvi
Should be in every home. Ask your U——
for it. Large 2 ot. package only 5 cents.
The less a man knows about wom-
en the more he thinks he knows.
Dr. Ptei®*'* Plea Hint ivilets flnt pot op «mn
Mo. The* re* l*te unit ln lgiir t« ktomaefa, U*«f
Mid bowels. BUor-ooftUMl tin; granule*
The worm may turn, but tha grind-
ctone has to be turned.
Looked Back, Listening.
themselves, and the young man faced
about looking back.
Far up the road, outlined against
the orange sky, a high farm wagon
was approaching. The old horse made
hlB way over the hubs with spasmodic,
seesaw leaps. , M .
The two figures planted firmly on
the high seat seemed in no way in-
commoded by the gait. Both were
bundled In shawls and furs. That one
was a man might be known from the
graylBh fringe of beard that depended
from under the blue and white tippet
wound tightly around head and ears
BUILT TO DEFY EARTHQUAKES
Tree Homee of Mexico Made
Twlge end Grass Interwoven
With Branches.
In order to protect their homes
from earthquakes many of the natives
In the territory around Chllpanclngo
and other towns In the State of Guer-
rero, Mexico, live In trees. Some or
these tree homes are of large else
and are Ingeniously constructed.
Reeds and. grasses are Interwoven
with the twigs and branches of the
tree, much in the manner that a bird
builds its nest
The severest wind seldom looses
these houses from the tree. Where
the trees are large and stand closely
together bouses of two and three
rooms are frequently built In their
branches. These houses also afford
protection from the "tigers" and oth-
er wild animals which are found in
that region in large numbers. It Is
claimed that a "tiger" will not attack
its prey unless it is upon the ground.
The prime object of elevating these
houses Into the trees, however, is to
keep them from being shaken down
by the severe earthquakes which visit
the Guerrero territory at frequent In-
tervals.
The rocking of the eartn gives the
trees a swaying motion that does no
damage to the housee. In some local-
ities whole villages of these tree
homes are to be seen. None of them
suffered damage from the recent
earthquakes which wrought such ruin
to the buildings on the ground.
Tlme'e Changes.
Mlldmay la a philosopher In hie
way. The other evening Mra. M. gave
him a scolding that would have made
almost any other man crasy. But
Mlldmay said never a word In reply.
He only murmured to himself: "And
that Is tbe woman I used to hold en
my knee and call my llttla pootsy
wootsyl"
Five Millions of Scota.
Scotland's populstlon is estimated
at close to five million.
Bronchial Trochm
m a i
'rtcc, 25 Cents, SO ccnt
tempi* Mnt on Mquut.
TOWN I. BROWN fc SOW, 1
SINGLE
TAKE A DOSE OF
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ui mi mm to Qrau#%M_
It wffl iiuUDtlr relieve that racUsgeoegL
T*k#o ptomptlr it will oftoa peveet
A*U«. Brooch** sad serious thro* aad
loaf troubles. Cenemri sate ead my
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