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SINGER,
MARTHA BELLINGER
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Agatha Redmond, opera Binger, starting
tor an auto drive In New York, finds a
stranger sent aa her chauffeur. 6he la
suinoyed, but he remains. Leaving the car,
fhs goes Into the park to read the will or
an old friend of her mother, who has '.eft
her property. There she Is accosted by a
■tranger, who follows hpr to the auto,
climbs In and chloroforma her.
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
So he remembered Clara Van
Camp's advice, wrote the whole story
to Aleck, and cast about for the one
successful business chance In the four
thousand nine hundred and ninety-
nine bad ones—as the statistics
have It.
He actually found It In shoes. Foot-
hall muscle and grit went Into the lob
of putting superior shoe on inferior
toot, If necessary—at least on some
foot. He got a chance to try his pow-
ers In the home branch of a manu-
facturing house, and made good.
When he came to fill a position where
there was opportunity to try new
ideas, he tried them. He Inspected
tanneries and Btockyards. He got com-
posite measurements of all the feet
In all the women's colleges in the
year ninety-seven, he drilled salesmen
and opened a night school for the
buttonhole-makers. he made scientific
study of heels, and he invented an
aristocratic arch and put it on the
market.
The family Joked about his doings
•a the harmless experiments of a live-
ly boy, but presently they began to
enjoy his Income. Through it all they
were affectionate and kind, with the
matter-of-course fondness which a
family gives to the members that
takes the part of useful drudge. John,
the pet of the parents, married, and
had his own eyes opened. It is to
be supposed. Donald, the genius, had
'jnat arrived, after a dozen years or
so, at the stage where he was men-
tioned now and then in the literary
Journals. But Jim stuck to Bhoes
and kept the family on a fair tide of
modest prosperity.
Once, in the years of Jim's appren-
ticeship to life, there came over him
a lit of soul-sickness that nearly
proved his ruin.
"I can't stand this." he wrote to
Aleck Van Camp; "It'a too hard and
dry and sordid for any man that's
got a soul. It isn't the grind I mind,
though that Is bar enough; It Is the
'Commercial Idea' that eats Into a
man's innards. He forgets there are
things that money can't buy, and In
his heart he grows contemptuous of
anything to be had "without money
and without price." He can't help it.
it he Is thinking of trade nine-tenths
of the time, his mind gets set that
way. I'm ready any minute to Jump
the fence, like father's old colt up
on the farm. I'm not a snob, but I
recognise now that there was some
reason for all our old Hambleton an-
cestors being bo finicky about trade
"Do you remember how we used to
talk, when we were kiddles, about
keeping our ideals? Well, I believe
I'm bankrupt, Aleck, In my account
-with Ideals. I don't want to howl, and
these remarks don't go with anybody
else, but I can say to you. I want them
back again."
Aleck did as a kiddle should do.
writing much advice on long sheets of
paper, and illustrating his points
richly, like a good Scotchman, with
scientific instances. A month or two
later he contrived to have work to
do in Boston, so that he could go out
to Lynn and look up Jimmy's case^
He even devised a cure by creating,
in his mind, an office In the biological
world which was to be offered to
James on the ground that science
needed Just his abilities and training.
But when Aleck arrived In Lynn he
found that Jim, In some fashion or
other, had found a cure for himself.
He was deeper than ever In the busi-
ness. and yet. In some spiritual sense,
be had found himself. He had cap-
tured his Ideal again and yoked It to
duty—which Is a great feat
After tweive years of ferocious la-
bor, with no vacations to speak of.
James' mind took a turn for the worse
Physically he was as sound as a bell,
though of lath-like thinness; but an
effervescing In his blood lured his
mind away from the study of lasts and
good shape. It is but Justice to say
that if it had not been, Romance had
dangled her luring wisp o' light In
vain. Several of his new schemes had
worked out well, his subordinates
were of one mind with him, trade was
flourishing. He felt he could afford
a little spin.
Jimsy's radiating fancies focussed
themselves, at last, on the vision of
a trig little sail boat, "a Jug of wine,
a loaf of bread" In the cabin, with
possibly a book of verses underneath
the bow, or more suitably. In the
shadow of the sail; and Aleck Van
Camp and himself astir in the rigging
or plunging together from the gun-
wale for an early swim. "And before
I get off, I'll hear a singer that can
sing," he declared.
He telegraphed Aleck, who was by
this time running down the eyelid of
the squid, to mee* him at his club in
New York. The.i he made short work
with the family. Experience had
taught him that an attack from am-
bush was most successful.
"Look here, Edith"—this was at the
breakfast-table the very morning of
his departure. Edith was sixteen, the
tallest girl In the academy, almost
ready for college and reckoned quite
a queen In her world—"You be good
and do my chores for me while I'm
away, and I'll bring you home a duke
Take care of mother's bronchitis, and
keep the house straight. I'm going on
a cruise."
"All right, Jim"—Edith could al
ways be counted on to catch the ball
—"go ahead and have a bully time
and don't drown yourself. I'll drive
the team straight to water, mother
and dad and the whole outfit, trust
me!"
Considering the occasion and the
correctness of the sentiments, Jim
forbore, for once, from making the
dally suggestion that she chasten her
language. By the time the family ap-
peared. Jim had laid out a rigid
course of action for Miss Edith, who
rose to the occasion like a soldier.
"Mother'll miss you. of course, but
Jack and Harold"—two of Edith's ad-
mirers—"Jack and Harold can come
around every day—stout arm to lean
upon, that sort of thing. You know
mother can't be a bit Jolly without
plenty of men about, and since Sue
became engaged she really doesn't
count. The boys will think they are
running things, of course, but they'll
see my Iron hand in the velvet glove
—you can throw a blue chip on that,
Jlmsy. And don't kiss me, Jim, for
Dorothy Snell and I vowed, when we
wished each other's rings on—Oh, well,
brothers don't count."
And so, amid the farewells of a ten-
der. protesting family, he got off.
leaving Edith in the midst of one of
her monologues.
There was a telegram In New York
saying that Aleck Van Camp would
Join him In three days, at the latest
Hambleton disliked the club and left
It, although his first intention had
been to put up there. He picked out
a modest, up town hotel, new to him,
for no other reason than that It had
a pretty name. The I^rue Then he
began to consider details.
The day after his arrival was occu-
pied In making arrangements for his
boat. He put into this matter the
same painstaking buoyancy that he
had put Into a dull business for
twelve years. He changed his pNujs
half a dozen times and exceeded them
wholly In the size and equipment of
'the little vessel, and In the conse-
quent expense; but he Justified him-
self. as men will, by a dozen good
morning and wrote out the whole pro-
gram for Aleck's endorsement, seut
the letter by special delivery and went
out to reconnolter.
The era of Sunday orchestral con-
certs had begun, but that day. to Jim's
regret, the singer was not a contralto.
"Dramatic Soprano" w&j on the pro-
gram; a new name, quite unknown to
Jim. His Interest in the soloist
waned, but the orchestra was enough.
He thanked Heaven that he was past
the primitive stage of thinking any
single voice more interesting than the
assemblage of Instruments known as
orchestra v
Hambleton found a place in the dim
vastness of the hall, and sank Into his
seat in a mood of vivid anticipation.
The instruments twanged, the audi-
ence gathered, and at last the music
began. Its first efTect was to rouse
Hambleton to a sharp attention to de-
tails—the director, the people in the
orchestra, the people In the boxes;
and then he settled down, thinking
his thoughts. The past, the future,
life and Its meaning, love and Its
power, the long, long thoughts of
youth and ambition and desire came
docking to his brain. The noble con-
fluence of sound that Is muBic worked
upon him Its Immemorial miracle; his
heart softened, his Imagination glowed,
his spirit stirred. Time was lost to
him—and earth.
The orchestra ceased, but Hamble-
ton did not heed the commotion about
him. The pause and the fresh be-
ginning of the strings scarcely dis-
turbed his ecstatic reverie. A deep
hush lay upon the vast assemblage,
broken only by the voices of the vio-
lins. And then, In the zone of silence
that lay over the listening peopli
silence that vibrated to the memory
of the strings—there rose a little
song. To Hambleton, sitting ab-
sorbed, It was as If the circuit which
galvanized him Into life had suddenly
been completed. He sat up. The sing-
er's Hps were slightly parted, and her
voice at first was no more than the
half-voice of a flute, sweet, gentle, be-
guiling. It was borne upward on the
crest of the melody, fuller and fuller,
as on a flooding tide.
"Free of my pain, free of my burden of
sorrow.
At last 1 shall see thee—"
There was freedom in the voice, and
the sense of space, of wind on the wa-
ters, of life and the love of life.
Jirasy was a soft-hearted fellow. He
never knew what happened to him;
but after uncounted minutes he
seemed to be choking, while the or-
chestra and the people In boxes and
the singer herself swam In a hasy
distance. He shook himself, called
somebody he knew very well an Idiot,
and laughed aloud in his Joy; but his
laugh did not matter, for it was
drowned in the roar of applause that
reached the roof.
Jim did rot applaud. He went out-
doors to think about It; and after a
time he found, to his surprise, that
he could recall not only the song, but
the singer, quite distinctly. It was a
tall, womanly figure, and a fair, bright
face framed abundantly with dark
hair, and the least little humorous
twitch to her lips And her name was
Agatha Redmond.
"Of course, she can sing; but It
Isn't like having the real thing—'tlsn't
sn alto," said Jlmsy ungratefully and
jsst from habit
The day's experience filled his
thoughts and quieted his restlessness
He awaited Aleck with entire pa-
tience. Monday morning he spent In
small necessary business affairs, se-
tt*. tad through Its mighty open
arches and buttresses Jim aaw fleecy
clouda scudding acrou the western
•ky. A atone saint muffled In burlap,
had Juat been swung up Into bis
windy niche, but had not yet discard-
ed his robes of the world. Hsmble-
ton waa regarding the shapeless fig-
ure with mild Interest wondering
which saint of the calendar could look
ao grotesque, when a sound drew his
attention sharply to earth. It was a
small sound, but there was some-
thing strange about It It waa start-
ling as a flash in a summer sky.
Besides the workmen, there was no
living thing in sight on the hillside
except his own taxicab. swinging
slowly up the avenue at that moment,
and a covered m(/tor-car getting up
speed a square away. Even as the
car approached, Hambleton decided
that the strange sound had proceed-
ed from Its ambushed ,tonneau; and it
was, surely, a human voice of distress.
He stepped forward to the curb. Tbe
car was upon him, then lumbered
heavily and swiftly past. But on the
instant of its passing there appeared,
beneath the lifted curtain and quite
near his own face, the face of the
singer of yesterday: and from pale,
agonized lips, as if with dying breath,
she cried. "Help, help!"
Hambleton knew her instantly, al-
though the dark abundance of her hair
was almost lost beneath hat and flow-
ing veil, and the bright, humorous ex-
pression was blotted out by fear. He
stood for a moment rooted to the curb,
watching the dark mass of the car as
It swayed down the hill. Then he
beckoned sharply to his driver, met
the taxicab half way. and pointed to
the disappearing machine.
"Quick! Can you overtake it?"
"I'd like nothing better than to run
down one o' them Dook machines!"
said the driver.
CHAPTER III.
Midsummer Madness.
The driver 0f the taxicab proved
to be a sound sport.
Five minutes of luck, aided by
rerve, brought the two machines
somewhat nearer together. The mo-
tor-car gained In the open spaces, the
taxicab caught up when It came to
weaving Its way In and out and dodg-
ing the trolleys. At the frequent mo-
ments when he appeared to be losing
the car, Hambleton reflected that he
had Its number, which might lead to
something. At the Waldorf the car
slowed up, and the cab came within a
few yards. Hambleton made up his
mind at that Instant that he had been
mistaken In his supposition of trouble
threatening the lady, and looked mo-
mently to see her step from the car
Into the custody of those starched and
lacquered menials who guard the por-
tals of fashionable hotels.
But it was so. A signal was Inter-
changed between the occupants of the
car and some watcher In the door-
way. and the car sped on. Hamble-
ton. watching steadily, wondered.
"If she Is being kidnaped, why
doesn't she make somebody hear?
Plenty of chance. They couldn't have
killed her—that Isn't ione."
And yet his heart smote him as he
remembered the terror and distress
written on that countenance and the
cry for help.
"Something was the matter." mem-
ory Insisted. "There they go west:
west Tenth, Alexander Street Tenth
Avenue—"
The car lumbered on, the cab half a
block, often more. In the rear, through
endless regions of small shops and
offices huddled together above narrow
sidewalks, through narrow and wind-
ing streets paved with cobblestones
and Jammed with cars and trucks,
squeesing past curbs where dirty
children sat playing within a few
inches of death-dealing wheels. Ham-
bleton wondered what kept them from
bplng killed by hundreds daily, but
the wonder was immediately forgot
ten in a new subject for thought Ths
cab had stopped, although several
yards of clear road lay ahead of it.
The driver was climbing down. The
motor-car was nosing lta way along
nearly a block ahead Hambleton
leaped out
"Of course, we've broken down?"
he mildly Inquired. Deep In his heart
he was superstltlously thinking that
he would let fate determine his next
move: If there were obstacles In the
way of his further quest, well and
good; he would follow the Face no
longer.
reasons. The trig little sail-boat I curing, among other things, several
turned out to be a respectable yacht, hundred dollars, which he put In his
steam, at that She was called the money-belt. About the middle of the
Sea Gull. Neat In the beam, stanch
In the bows, rigged for coasting and
provided with a decent living outfit,
she was "good enough for any gentle-
man." in the opinion of the agent who
rented her. Jim was half ashamed at
giving up the more robust scheme of
sailing his own boat, with Aleck; but
some vague and expansive spirit
moved him "to see." as he said,
"what it would be like to go as far and
as fast as we please." While they
were about It. they would call on some
cousins at Bar Harbor and get good
fun oat of It
afternoon he left his hotel, engaged
a taxicab and started for Riverside.
The late summer day was fine, with
the afternoon haze settling over river
and town. He watched the procession
and leave ao trace; It ought to hs
easy to And. Ahead of him flaring
lights alternated with ths steady,
piercing brilliance of the Incandes-
cents, and both struggled against the
lingering daylight
A heavy policeman at ths corner
had seen the car. He pointed west
into the cavernous darkness of the
wharves.
"If she ain't down at the Imperial
docks she's gone plump Into the^tver,
for that's the way she went," he in-
sisted. The policeman bad the bear-
ing of a major-general and the accent
of the city of Cork. Hambleton went
on past the curving street-car tracks,
dodged a loaded dray emerging from
the dock, and threaded hla way under
the shed. He passed piles of trunks,
and a couple of truckmen dumping
assorted freight from an ocean liner.
No motor-car or veilpd lady, nor
sound of anything like a woman's
voice. Hambleton came out Into the
street again, looked about for another
probable avenue of escape for the
car and was at the point of bafflement
when the major-general pounded slow-
ly along his way.
"In there, my son, and no nice place
either!" pointing to a smaller entrance
alongside the Imperial docks, almost
concealed by swinging signs. It was
plainly a forbidden way, and at first
sight appeared too narrow for the
passage of any vehicle whatsoever.
But examination showed that It was
not too narrow; moreover. It opened
on a level with the street
"If you really want her, she's In
there, though what'll be to pay If
you go In there without a permit, I
don't know. I'd hate to have to ar
rest you."
"It might be the best thing for me
If you did, but I'm going in. You
might wait here a minute. Captain, If
you will."
I will that; more especially as that
car was a stunner for speed and I
already had my eye on her. I'd like
to see you fish her out of that hole."
But Hambleton was out of earshot
and out of sight. An empty passage
smelling of bilge-water and pent-up
gases opened suddenly on to the larg-
er dock. Damp flooring with wide
cracks stretched off to the left; on
the right the solid planking terminat-
ed suddenly in huge piles, against
which the water, capped with scum
and weeds, splashed fitfully. The riv-
er bank, lined with docks, seemed
lulled into temporary quietness. Ferry-
boats steamed at their labors farther
up and down the river, but the cur-
rents of travel left here and there a
peaceful quarter such as this.
Hambleton's gaze searched the dock
and the river In a rapid survey. The
dock Itself waB dim and vast with a
few workmen looking like ants in the
distance. It offered nothing of en-
couragement; but on the river, fifty
yards away, and getting farther away
every minute, was a yacht's tender.
The figures of the two rowers were
quite distinct, their oars making
rhythmical flashes over the water,
but It was impossible to say exactly
what freight, human or otherwlae. It
carried. It was evident that there
were people aboard, possibly several
Even aa Hambleton strained his eyes
to see, the outlines of the rowboat
merged Into the dimness. It was
pointed like a gun toward a large
yacht lying at anchor further out la
the stream. The vessel swayed pret-
tily to the current and slowly swung
its dim light from the masthead.
"They've got her—out In that boat"
said Hambleton to himself, feeling,
while the words were on his Hps.
that he was drawing conclusions un-
warranted by the evidence. Thus he
stood, one foot on the slippery log
siding of the dock, watching while the
little drama played Itself out so far
as hla present knowledge could go. His
Judgment still hung In suspense, but
his senses quickened themselves to
detect. If possible, what the outcome
might be. He saw the tender ap-
proach the boat. He alongside; saw
one sailor after another descend the
rope ladder, saw a limp. Inert mass
lifted from the rowboat and carried
up, as if It had been merchandise, to
the deck of the yacht: saw two men
follow the limp bundle over the gun-
wale; and Anally saw the boat herself
drawn up and placed In her davits.
Hambleton's mind at last slid to Its
conclusion, like a bolt Into Its socket.
"They're kidnaping her. without a
doubt," he said slowly For a moment
he was like one struck stupid. Slowly
he turned to the dock, looking up and
down lt.« orderly but unprepossessing
clutter Dim lights shone here and
wmm
s.e.rasEB
1M(H
How smoothly everything would go.
How nicely all thlngn would be run.
How sweetly all the winds would blow.
How fairly all things would be donsb
How quickly we should do away
With every evil that distresses.
If each man might possess today
The chance some other man |
How suddenly the skies would clear,
How quickly sorrowing would ceas%
How soon our Ills would disappear.
How fast our fortunes would increase
How quickly from earth's broad expanse
The thing called failure would be driven.
If each man could possess the chance
That to some other man Is given.
Serious Mistake.
The arresting officer said he didn't
know JuBt how the trouble bad startr
ed; but it seems, according to the tes-
timony offered in police court, that
Mrs. McTigue hit Mr. McTigue over
the head with a rolling pin.
Mr. McTigue was staggered, but be-
ing game, he came up smiling and
knocked his wife against the ropes,
with a half-arm hook.
After sparring for an opening, Mr*
McTigue got hold of the rolling pin
again, feinted with her left, and thea
soaked her hubby over the right eye.
He was still dreaming when the po-
liceman arrived.
After the testimony had been takea
and Mr. McTigue had stepped down
from the stand a stranger arose and
said:
"If the court please, I would like to
ask for the dismissal of these people.
Their detention la interrupting my
business, and the policeman who made
the arrests deserves to be severely
censured."
"I am unable to fathom your mean-
ing, sir," the Judge returned.
"Then I will explain," said the
stranger. "I had secured the kineto-
scope privileges on this fight, and un-
less it can be resumed at once, I'll sue
the city for damages."
A public apology was then made by
the authorities, and the affair went on
to a finish without further interrup-
tion.
"if you'll wait Just a minute—" the
driver was saying, "until I get my kit 17few"hands~werTat wort
at the farther end. The dull silence.
out—1
But Hambleton. looking ahead, saw
that the car had disappeared, and bis
mind suddenly veered.
"Not this time," he snnounced.
Here, the meter says four-twenty
you take this. I'm off." He put a five-
dollar bill Into the hand of the driver
and started on an easy run toward
the west.
He had caught sight of the smoke-
of carriages, the horseback riders, the ' stacks and masts In the near distance.
people afoot, the children playing on
the grass, with a feeling of comrade-
ship Was he not also tasting free-
dom—a lord of the earth? His gase
traveled out to the river, with the
glimmer here and there of a tug boat,
a little steamer, or the white sail of
a pleasure craft. The blood of some
seagoing ancestor stirred In his veins,
and he thrilled at tbe thought of the
The Idea of his holiday grew as he
accounts and Parisian models and 1 played with It As his spin, took on j days to come when his prow should
sent It careering, like Satan, up and a more complicated character, his be headed offshore
down the earth. Romance, which had I rose He went forth on 8unda> ; The tswtrak had Its limitations, and
been drugged during the transition , feeling ss If some vital change w.s j Humble too suddenly became Impa-
from youth to manhood, awoke and ! Impending His little crnlse loomed! tieat of Its •monotonous slithering
coaxed for Its rights, and whispered | «P large, important, epochal He , along the Una road. Telling the drlv
temptingly In an ear not yet dulled to laughed at himself and thought with *r to follow him. he descended and
Ma voice Freedom, open spaces. j his customary optimism, that a vaca J crossed to wbare Cathedral Parkway
laughter, tbe fresh sweep of the wind, tlon was worth waiting twelve years ! switches off. He walked briskly, feel-
the high buccaneering piracy of life | for. If waiting endowed It with such | tag tie ionic of tbe sea air. and circled
and Joy thess things beglamoured i a flavor Jim knew that Aleck would | tbe cathedral, where workmen were
his senses , relish the spin. too. Aleck's nature, kmagtas away after their day's tolL
80 one day he locked bis desk with 1 was that of s grind tempered with Tbe MlalsM edifice loomed up like
Tbe business waa ta j spottiness Jim sat down Sunday, a
telling him thst the motor-car had
almost, if not quite, reached the river.
Such a vehicle could not dlaappear
the unresponsive preoccupation of
whatever life was In sight, made it all
seem as remote from htm and from
this tragedy aa from the stars.
In fact it was impersonal and re-
mote to such a degree that Hamble-
ton's practical mind halted yet an In-
stant. In doubt whether there were
not some plausible explsnatlon. The
thought came back to him suddenly
that the motor-car muat be somewhere
in the neighborhood If bis conclusion
were correct.
<TO be coimmntD.)
Her Liberal Dad.
"My father is trying to get me to
promise not to marry until I am thir-
ty years old," she said. "In any event,
he says he will give me a thousand
dollars for every year that I wait."
"Gee," he replied, "if you hold out
till you're thirty you'll have a couple
of thousand dollars, won't you?"
Hr Found Out.
"What is that ugly-looking building
across the square? " asked the visitor.
"That is our city hall," replied the
chairman of the reception committe*."
"Heavens! Whoever could have do-
signed such a monstrosity \ps that?"
"I did."
Mors to the Purpose.
"Are you in favor of a ten-hoar
day?"
"I don't care anything about the
days," replied young Rounderley. "but
it would be a Jolly good thing if w*
could have twenty-four-hour night."
ttssm for the toil.
For a yesr or two past certain grow
ers of tomatoea. cucumbers snd simi-
lar vegetables for tbe London market
have been injecting steam into the soil
with a view to destroying Insects snd
slugs. It Is reported that the plan
works very well for that purpose, but
the operation brought to tight sn un-
expected fact—namely, that the soil
thus treated Increased greatly In fer-
tility; so greatly. Indeed, that the ordi-
nary amount of manure
of some prehistoric ased afterward.
This effect has been explained as be-
ing due to tbe sterilisation produced
by the steam, which kills the phago-
cytes or protozoa which ta ordinary
circumstances keep down the nuaiter
of bacteria In the soil Whose opera-
tions are beneflcent in taming organic
jhtrogon into plant food.—Harper's
Weekly.
Take the Responsibility.
Don't throw sand.Into year own
eyes by finding aa excuse tor mr
mistakes In soisssss ate*.
Artistic Temperament
"Your daughter seems to have such
an artistic temperament"
'Yes. She slapped the cook yeater-
day morning because the coffee waa
Skeptlcsl.
"Do yon really believe Oeorgo
Washington never told a He?"
"I sometimes doubt It He waa *
property owner and must has* bod to
fix ap a tax schedule."
Long Time.
"How long have you b«
Mn. Sylphlike ?"
"Throe yean."
"Dear me! Why?"
Wasn't His Fault.
"Pa. where waa Washington bora?"
"In Virginia, my son You must re-
■ember that Ohio was sot thea in the
Union"
What a poor. poay. shlrveled ftV
ttsrtt always appear* to Coocett.
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Snyder, W. E. The Gotebo Gazette (Gotebo, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 22, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 2, 1913, newspaper, January 2, 1913; Gotebo, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metapth350661/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.