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GOTEBO, OKLA., GAZETTE
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LDWAKD mSSftML
FROM m PLAY or GTORGLKCOnm
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
PROM SCENES in THE PLAY
CofY/9/cHr, /sis, eyGMiiMLUMW cat
SYNOPSIS.
Jackson Jones, nicknamed "Broadway"
iMcauae of his continual glorification of
New York's great thoroughfare. Is anx-
ious to get away from his home town fcf
JonesvIIle. Abner Jones, his uncle. Is
■vary angry because Broadway refuses to
settle down and take a place In the gum
Ifaotory In which he succeeded to his
father's Interest. Judge Spotswood In-
form* Broadway that $250,000 left him by
'his father Is at his disposal. Broadway
makes record time In heading for his
'favorite street In New York. With his
iNew York friend, Robert Wallace, Broad-
way creates a sensation by his extrava-
gance on the White Way. Four years
pass and Broadway suddenly discovers
that he Is not only broke, but heavll" '
idebtj He applies to his uncle for
vlly In
a loan
'and receives a package of chewing gum
'With the advice to chew It and«forget his
(troubles. He quietly seeks work without
success. Broadway gives what Is In-
tended to be a farewell supper to his New
York friends, and before It Is over be-
comes en-gaged to Mrs. Gerard, an an-
jcleni widow, wealthy and very giddy.
'Wallace expostulates with the aged flirt
land her youthful fiance, but fails to bet-
Iter the situation. Ho learns that Broad-
iway Is broke and offers him a position
Iwlth his father's advertising firm, but It
lis declined. Wallace takes charge of
IBroadway's affairs. Broadway receives
la telegram announcing the death of hi?
TJncle Abner in Europe. Broadway Is his
sole heir. Peter Pembroke of the Con-
solidated Chewing Gum company offers
Broadway $1,200,000 for his gum plant anrl
Broadway agrees to sell. Wallace takes
the affair in hand and Insists that Broad-
Iway hold off for" a bigger price and rushes
film to JonesvIIle to consult Judge Spots-
Wood. who was Uncle Abner's attorney.
CHAPTER VIII.—Continued.
"I've explained to Mr. Jones, Josle,"
•aid the judge, "that the affairs of the
■plant are entirely In your hands. You
can give him a pretty good idea of
bow things stand without the books
and figures in front of you, can't you?"
To Broadway's grief he sat down com-
fortably."
"Well, hardly. Judge," said Josie.
smiling at him in a way which pained
Broadway, for it seemed certain to
cement the Jurist's firm intention of re-
maining with them for the balance of
the evening. It seemed to him that
this was inconsiderate.
"The old gentleman told me," the
Judge explained, "that the works
showed a profit of about forty thou-
sand dollars last year. Is that right?"
"Oh, it was more than that."
This distracted Jackson Jones' atten
tlon even from the color of her eyes
More than forty thousand dollars!
"It was!" he said, with an elongating
gesture of the neck and a side head
twist which were habitual with him in
moments of delighted surprise.
He drew his ehalr a little nearer
•even than it had been. Eyes were all
right enough; but, after all, forty thou-
sand dollars! And possibly the eyes
thrown in! Had he been lucky to es-
cape the bonds of wedlock with the
.ancient widow? Verily he had!
"It was nearer fifty, If I remember
rightly," said the pretty business wom-
an.
"Well, that wasn't so bad. now, was
It?" exclaimed Broadway.
"Why, no," his fair Informant grant-
ed, "considering that we've been fight-
ing the trust all the time. I think
It was perfectly remarkable."
"Do you?" inquired Broadway, with
the eyes of faith, as If he were quite
willing to accept her Judgment upon
all things.
"Why, yes; don't you?" Her fore-
head had a pretty, earnest pucker that
almost unmanned him.
"Sure, I think It is," he made haste
to agree. "What do you think about
It, Judge?" The Judge must be brought
into the talk, of course, as long as he
was {here.
The judge settled back Into his chair
and looked complacent. "I always said
It was the best chewing gum in the
■world."
"We are talking about profits, not
about the gum." said Broadway, and
Josle burst into a rippling laugh which
he felt sure was of the sort which
tinkles among angels when something
makes them happy on the golden
streets.
There was that In this speech which
penetrated to the depths of the Judi-
cial system; it served as light to show
the Judge what might be going on.
Although he had been comfortably set-
tled for a long hour's chat about a sub-
ject which intensely interested him, he
roflP abruptly and stood looking down
at them.
"Well!" said he. and laughed. "You
talk It over, now, with Josie. I'm—I
guess I am a poor hand where figures
are concerned." He moved slowly
toward the door, and smiled at every
step. "I want to ask mom about some-
thing. anyway."
Jackson Jones was really embar-
rassed for a moment when he found
himself alone with this old friend of
his youth, this simple little country
girl. But he knew it wouldn't do; he
was certain that it was absurd. To
kill time he referred back to w hat the
Judge had said about the gum.
"Can you beat that*" he inquired
"The best chewing gum in the world!"
She looked at him with the serious
light of real reproof in her Incompar-
able eyes. "I don't think there's any
doubt about it, Mr. Jones. The trust
people realize It. If they don't, they
certainly wouldn't be willing to pay
a million dollars for It."
"They're willing to pay more than
that for it." be told her. feeling for
the first time a real Interest In the
conversation Before that be had been
absorbed only by the conversationalist
"Twelve hundred thousand they've of
fered."
She was not pleased- 1 dldnt think
you knew that," she confessed. "They
made that offer to your uncle several
months ago."
"But what I've got to find out is
this: Am I in a position to hold out
against the trust for a bigger price?
You see, a friend of mine advises me
to hold out. Is business good, right
now?"
"Why, yes. We did over a hundred
and twenty thousand dollars last
month."
This was exciting news, and it ex-
cited him. "A hundred and twenty
thousand dollars' worth of business
last month! Can I go down to the
bank and get that money now?"
She laughed' at his commercial Igno-
rance. "Why, certainly not!"
For an instant his heart sank as he
contemplated saying what he felt that
he must say, sank doubly deep be-
cause he felt that the confession he
must make might possibly disturb the
good opinion of him which he hoped
he had renewed in her peculiarly lucid
mind. But there was something in her
eyes that gave him confidence. And
there was nothing for it but confes
slon.
"You don't understand," he ventured
stumblingly. "This is—er—between
us. The fact is—I'm broke! I am in
debt! I must get some quick money—
and I want to know how much you
have in bank, right now."
"Our cash balance?"
"Yes."
She thought deeply for a moment.
Then she looked up with a smile of
triumph. "Over eighteen thousand
dollars, I should say."
He was dismayed. "Only eighteen
thousand dollars! And you did a
business of a hundred and twenty
thousand dollars last month!"
His manner worried her. "I hope
you're not thinking seriously of going
over."
"Going over where?"
'To the trust."
"Why? Don't you think the price
they offer is big enough?"
"It Isn't a question of price, Mr
Jones," she said, with flashing eyes,
"it's the principle of the thing."
"You'll have to explain that to me "
"Why. think of what you're selling!"
she exclaimed. "It Is the thing your
grandfather worked for and handed
down to your father; the thing that
he worked for and handed down to
you; the thing that you should work
for and hand down to your children.
Josls Richards.
then to their children, and so on and
on. Why. think of what you're sell
Ing!"
He was a little dazed, but. still, he
surely needed money. "I don't see
where there's any sentiment connect-
ed with the thing "
"You don't!" She gazed at him. as-
tonished. and rose and stood beside
the table, looking down at him.
'Would yon ruin the town in which
you were born? Why, your grand-
father was the founder of this town.
Mr. Jones! Would you see seven hun-
dred men and boys turned out of their
employment? Would you see the very
bread and hatter taken from the
mouths of families?"
He felt he must defend himself, ex-
plain himself. "Well, that's not my
fault. I'm awfully sorry, but 1 can't
help It I don't see how I can help It"
Her voice was deep and sorrowful,
reproachful, warning, pleading, stir-
ring "I'd give It very serious thought
If I were you. Mr. Jones ." Then the
timbra of sLthusiaan crept Into hsr
tones and Btlrred him deeply. "Oh, It
would be perfectly great of you to
stand by and protect the people of this
little town! You've a chance to do
something very, very big—a really
wonderful thing! I hope you'll do it."
He shook his head, but not emphat-
ically.
"And I believe you will," she added,
and then her smile returned.
"I must run along, nowi You'd bet-
ter come to the office tomorrow, as
early as possible. There's a great deal
to be done and so many things to be
explained. I'll expect you at ten in
the morning, shall I?"
"Can I make it a quarter past?"
"Very well." She turned away, but.
as she picked up a little shopping bag
with which she had been armed when
she came in, she evidently was re-
minded of something, for she began to
fumble in it. Presently she found
what she was seeking, and produced a
small tin box, round and highly deco
rated. She handed it to Broadway,
who received it as if It had been some-
thing of high value.
"This is our latest," she explained.
"I don't think you've seen them. Jones'
Pepsin Wafers. Good night, Mr. Jones."
Dazed and with the box held loosely
in his hand, he gazed at her retreating
back. "Good night —er — er — Miss
Richards."
After she had gone, while Broadway
stood gazing after her, the box of
Pepsin Wafers still held loosely In
his hand, the judge said cheerfully:
"She's a nice girl, Isn't she?"
"Is she?"
"Well, how did she strike you?"
"An awful blow."
"An awful blow?"
Broadway caught himself. He real-
ized that such talk would not do. He
tried to dodge the inference. "No, no,"
he protested. "I mean her eyes. Her
eyes are awful blue."
The Judge smiled satisfiedly. "Ev-
eryone in this town is just mad about
her."
"They ought to be," said Jackson.
"Have another cigar," the Judge sug-
gested* fervently.
This brought Broadway to his
senses. Those cigars! "No, I thank
you. I've got some gum here. But
I wouldn't mind having another glass
of lemonade."
The Judge was pleased. "Why, cer-
tainly, my boy. I'll go and get it my-
self."
Broadway spoke up hurriedly. "No: j
don't do that. Ask Mrs. Spotswood to
make it for me, won't you?"
"Sure," said the genial judge. "And
I'll tell her that you asked me to. It'll
tickle her to death."
At this point Wallace returned. He
went to Broadway with his business
air exceedingly In evidence.
"Say," he said earnestly, "I've got a
real knockout surprise for you, young
fellow! Pembroke was waiting at the
office of the hotel. That was his man
he sent here. He knew we were leav-
ing New York before we started. He
was telephoned to from the Grand Cen-
tral station. That's how skilfully they
work in these mad days of frenzied
finance.
"He didn't wait to take a train—he
came by motor. And Just to show you
what a smart little fellow you are for
wanting to close at their price at
noon today, I, who represented my-
self as Henry Wilson, your secretary,
have given them till eleven o'clock to-
morrow to close the deal at fifteen
hundred thousand dollars.
"He's burning up every telegraph
and telephone wire between here and
Cleveland right now, and. unless I
miss my guess. I'm maktng you richer
by several hundred thousand dollars.
Just proving to you the value of pa-
tience. Fifteen hundred thousand dol-
lars! A million and a half!"
He had been leaning tensely forward
In his chair. Now he cast himself
backward In an attitude of satisfied
ease.
"What do you think of that?" he
asked.
"Bob," said Broadway slowly, "I
can't sell this plant."
"You can't!" It was an exclamation
of amazement.
"You don't know." said Broadway
dreamily. "You haven't heard. Now.
Just think of what I'd be selling. Here's
the thing my grandfather worked for
and handed down to my father; and
the thing my father worked for and
handed down to me; and it's the thing
that I should work for and hand down
to my children, and then to theirs, and
so on and so on.
Wallace looked at him with incredu-
lity too great, at first, for words
When they finally came they were ex-
plosive. "Say" he cried. "What the
h—l's the matter with you?"
"I think you're crazy."
"Bob, It's a cinch. But let me tell
you." And he tried to, with but slight
success.
Wallace was a shrewd young man.
"Is it your conscience or the girl that
has driven you insane?" he asked.
"I'm thinking about Jonesvllls. My
grandfather built this town."
"Well, he made a blamed bad Job
of it. Why didn't he build a place a
man could get a decent drink in whils
he was about it?"
"And -my father kept it going."
"Well, he didn't keep It going very
fast."
"And now I've got to keep my faith
with it. It is a sacred duty. I must
not abandon it." ,
"Say," said Wallace, in disgust.
"'Where did you get that stuff? Have
you gone out and tried to get a decent
drink here? This town ought to be
abandoned. It ought to be put out
of its misery."
"The trust would close the plant and
ruin all these people."
"You'd think they were first cousins,
to hear you talk about them."
"Bob," Broadway chided in a soft
and earnest voice, "they are far more
than that; far, far more than that.
They are charges placed by Providence
in the care of the Jones family. And,
Bob, I'm the last of the Joneses."
"Let us hope there'll never be an
other like you."
"There'll never be one more earnest,
you can bet on that. Bob!"
They were In a Bhady stretch of
Main street, and, at night, a shady
stretch of Main street, JonesvIIle, is
about the darkest spot on earth out-
side of Africa.
"Let's stop right here, in the dark,
till you get over It," said Wallace. "It's
late, tut there might be some mad-
dened, joyous Jonesville roisterer to
see if you went into the light."
"I mean every word of it There are
no roisterers in Jonesville; they're all
honest workingmen, horny-handed gum
makers, toilers for the fortunes of my
family. That's why I'm protecting
them."
"The horny hand of some Insane
asylum guard will be upon your shoul-
der if you don't watch out."
"Ha, ha! Ha, ha!" laughed Broad-
way somewhat cacklinglv.
"I think you're going to be violent!"
said Wallace. "He'll probably need
both homy hands. But he'll subdue
you! Now, try to give me some co-
herent notion of what's the matter
with you, will you?"
"I've awakened to my duty." t
"Time you did; you've had a nice
long nap. What do you see, now you
have aroused ?"
"A pleasant little city, working hap-
pily at well-paid Industry. I'm the pay-
master. A great nation, wagging tire-
less Jaws. They're chewing the Jones
gum. Jones' gum, mind you; not some
gum that the Consolidated puts up
against the public as just as good as
that my ancestors made famous. I
see—"
"For heaven's sake, shut up! You'll
see snakes if this keeps on. That lem-
onade that Mrs. Spotswood gave you
has gone to jour empty head."
"It was not the lemonade that Mrs.
Spotswood gave me, it was the touch-
ing line of talk that—er—that Josie
Richards gave me." He paused while
Wallace waited with his jaw loose
on its hinges. "Say, Bob, isn't she a
queen?"
"So that's It?"
But he made no further protests. He
was a level-headed youth, was this
young advertising man. He knew u
well as anyone that If the trust feared
and wished to purchase the Jones
gum it could be hut because the trust
knew that the Jones gum was a dan-
gerous competitor. If, managed as It
had been, unadvertlsed, It had been a
dangerous competitor to the trust,
then it was worth having—emphatical-
ly worth keeping.
And some day Broadway must do
something. He could not forever play
the idler on the Great White Way,
even If his millions were unnumbered-
It was no life for an actual man, and
Bob was sure that hidden somewhere
in his friend were the true elements
of worthy manhood. Nothing had oc-
curred to bring them out, that was all.
He thought they might be coming now.
Reaching the hotel, they found the
place in utter darkness. Not a light,
even turned down for the night, was
visible at any window; not a sound of
life came from the building save a
rhythmic cadence of some sleeper soft-
ly sawing wood with a dull saw.
"The clerk's asleep," said Bob.
"How do you know that is the
clerk?" asked Broadway, listening crit-
ically to the Bnore.
"I heard him singing when I first
got here, and now I recognize the
voice. He held the tune a little bet-
ter, then, that's all."
"Have we got to wake him up?"
"Sure! Why, it's after eleven
o'clock!"
Nothing but the thov|ght of Joeie
Richards' eyes could have kept Broad-
way at that Instant from casting all
his worthy resolutions to the winds,
selling to the trust and searching out
a Bible upon which to swear that he
never again would set foot in Jones-
ville. But he did remember Josle's
eyes, and so began to hammer on the
door.
After a quarter of an hour of steady
hammering, some shouting and a little
whistling, he was rewarded by a sleepy
and ill-tempered voice from a slowly
opened window.
"Heavens! Was his window closed!
And yet that snore got out to us!"
"It sawed its way out," Bob suggest-
ed.
"Well, what ye want?" the angry
voice inquired.
"Want to get In."
"At this time the night?"
"Sure. It's always night before ws
ever want to go to bed."
"Well, the Grand hotel, it don't think
much of folks that stays out all night
long, I'll tell you that!" the clerk ex-
claimed. as he came down in bright-
red flannels (and not much of that) to
let them in.
"All night long!"
"Ain't it a quarter after 'leven?"
After telephoning Rankin (much to
the clerk's disgust) to hurry to Con-
necticut by the first train in the morn-
ing, with well-packed bags, the two
friends crept upstairs, abashed.
The clerk scorned such a menial
service %e attending them, and, in the
excitement left from the rebuke he had
received, Wallace stumbled into the
wrong room. All doors were partly
open, for the night was warm, and no
one feared the midnight Interloper,
there In innocent and simple Jones-
ville.
Fortunately the moonlight fell upon
the bed, and warned him, otherwise
there might have been a scandal la
Gum Village, in which case the com-
plainant (he felt certain from that hur-
ried glimpse) would have been a sylph
of close upon two hundred and fifty
pounds.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
CHAPTER IX.
On the way to the hotel, after they
had left the judge's house. Broadway
tried to tell Bob Wallace what, in-
deed. was the matter with him, but
could not. for he had not the least
idea
"Do you reallv mean to keep the
plant?" asked Wallace skeptically.
"Yes. and pass it to my children."
said the dated young gentleman.
"You haven't any children, you con
founded ass!"
"And they'll psss tt to their chil-
dren." said the coming magnate of the
cfcowl&c-cua trade.
GREAT MEN MERELY HUMAN
We Are All Too Apt to Forget Those
Traits Which Link Them With
Their Fellows.
In spite of the saying that no man
is a hero to his own valet. Napoleon's
man servant has given us a reveren-
tial account of his master from his
own point of view, and now, simulta-
neously. there appear a life of King
Kdward by his chauffeur and a book
about Cecil Rhodes by one of hts sev-
en private secretaries. King Edward
was not a history maker in the ac-
cepted sense of the words, but a
peacemaker, and the story of his life
is anecdotal rather than epic. That
even kings are not exempt from en
RATHER DEAD
JHAHAUVE
Deplorable Condition of Lnmplria
Lady Whose Tronblea Multiplied
Until Life Became Almost
Unbearable
Lumpkin, Ga.—Mra. G. W. Booth,
of this place, says: "I suffered with
dumb chills and fever and was very
Irregular. Was also nervous and
weak, short of breath, couldn't do m7
housework without it being a burden,
and then I began suffering untold mis-
ery in my left side and back. I got to
where I would rather have been dead
than alive.
I tried many remedies, but they
failed to help me.
Finally, I purchased two bottles of
Cardui, the woman's tonic, and began
taking it according to directions.
Cardui helped me right away. I be-
lieve it saved my life.
I cannot praise Cardui enough to
my lady friends. It is certainly the
medicine for suffering women and
girls."
If you have any of the ailments so
common to women, or if you feel the
need of a good, strengthening tonic,
we urge you to give Cardui a trial. It
has helped thousands of women in its
past 50 years of success, as is proven
by the numerous enthusiastic letters
of gratitude, similar to the above,
which come to us every day.
Don't delay. This letter from Mrs.
Booth should convince you that Cardui
is worth a trial. Get a bottle from
your druggist today. You'll never re-
gret It—Adv.
Insulted.
Salesman—I think you will find this
cook book very suggestive.
Bride-Elect—S ir! —Princeton Tiger.
if he does not believe in a Supremo
Being he is no man—he is no better
than a dog."
All too soon the Impersonal chroni-
cle of the era In which a strong man
dwelt, the era profoundly affected by
his Indomitable will and resolute pur-
pose, forgets those natural traits
which link him with his fellows. Ws
behold him larger than life and his
"vast shadow glory crowned." It is of
peculiar interest to ordinary mortals
when he is restored to a truer per-
spective In relation to the universe,
so that he Is seen no longer as a
demigod, but as a man.
Constipation causes many serious dis-
eases. It is thoroughly cured by Doctor
Pierce's Pleasant Pellets. One a laxative,
three for cathartic. Adv.
No Need.
Smith—My wife is wearing the new
trouser skirt. Is yours?
Jones (sadly)—She doesn't need to.
She's been weiring the old kind ever
since we were married.
Overworked.
The papers are publishing stories of
Dr. Weir Mitchell. This is one of the
best of them:
One day a patient came into his
office and found him closing a large
bundle of letters. "All resignations
from committees or boards," he said,
gleefully. "I'm going to get off all
them. I have told my wife that when
I die I want her to put on my tomb-
stone, 'Commltteed to the grave!'"
Cause of Death.
"You say your automobide didn't
touch this man, and yet he was dead
when you picked him up?" shouted
the prosecuting attorney.
"That's my claim," ^oolly retorted
the prisoner. "My machine didn't
touch him."
"And you were driving not over IX
miles an hour?"
"Not over 12 miles and—"
"And you saw this man start to
cross the street"
"Yes."
"Did you blow your horn?"
"I did."
"What sort of a horn Is it?"
"One of those newfangled clatter-
boxes that create a sound that is a
cross between a shriek and a dying
wail."
"That explains it. You simply scared
the man to death."
Paris Police Poorly Paid.
The Paris police, some of whose
members have fallen into disgrace.
gine trouble and tire trouble and the are poorly paid. The maximum sal-
rest of the ills that flesh Is beir to i ary attainable by a "sergent de vllle"
is seen in his chauffeur's description. | 1 *360 a year. In view of the high
Here we have Cecil Rhodes as he cost of living In Paris, this amount
was in life—in fatigue uniform, as It I Inadequate to maintain a family In
were. When they told him that the j *nv degree of comfort, and the mar-
Dutch In Africa were salt of the earth, rled members of the force have fre-
he remarked: "I'd like to know | quently tc supplement their incomes
where I come In!" He was not un- *« best they can. tome of them earn
mindful of his own merits. "Creative
genius, that's what I've got." he would
say. "It's a gn<at thing to have."
But he was not of the number of
those who do not recognize an Infi-
nitely higher power than their own.
"Let a man be s Mohammedan, let
him be a Christian, or what yon will:
let him call himself what he Ukes. bat 1 ocean.
a few francs by working as market
porters during their time off duty.
Others do boot repairing, and there Is
one who does odd tailoring Jobs.
Still. In spite of these hardships,
there are always plenty of men eager
to Join the force, about ten candidates
being available tor ovary vacancy that
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Postum now comes in two forms:
Regular Postum — must be well
boiled. 15c and 25c packages.
Instant Postum—is a soluble pow-
der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly
In a cup of hot water and. with cream
and sugar, makes a delicious bever-
age instantly 30c and 50c tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds la
about the same.
"There's a Reason" tor Postum.
—sold by Grocera.
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Snyder, W. E. The Gotebo Gazette (Gotebo, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 42, Ed. 1 Wednesday, June 4, 1913, newspaper, June 4, 1913; Gotebo, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metapth350574/m1/3/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.