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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 10, 1923)
The Magnificent Adventure By EMERSON HOUGH. (Continued from yesterday.) CHAPTER VIII.—(Continued.) They told me—pfr father and his friends—and I told you plainly, that If your expedition went on, then our plan must fail. But now I must pre sume that you have succeeded, or by this time are beyond the feeling of either success or fnilure. If you have failed, it is too late for us to succeed. If you have succeeded, then certainly we have failed. As you read this, you may be doing so with hope. 3, who wrote it, will be sitting in despair. Meriwether Lewis, come back to me. even so! It with be too late fof you to aid me. You will have ruined all our hopes. But yours still will be the task—the duty—to look me in ihe face and say whether you owe ought to me. (‘an I forgive you? Why. yes, I could never do aught < !se than forgive you. No matter what you did. I fear I should for give you. Because, after ail, my own wish In all this— Ah! let me write slowly here, and think very carefully! My greatest wish in this, greater Ilian any ambition I had for myself or my family—has been for you! See, 1 am writing those words—would I dare tell them to any other man in nil the world? Nay, surely not. But that I trust you. the very writing it self is proof. And I write this to you, who never can be to me what man must be to woman if either is to be happy—the man to whom I can never be what woman must be if she is to mean all to any man. Apart forever! AVe are estranged by clrcumstanee, sundered by thatcif you please, weak as those words seem. And yet some thing takes your soul to mine. Does something take mine to you, across all the wilderness, across all the miles, across all the long and bitter months? I say to you once more that in all this my demand upon you has not J.een for myself, nor wholly for my father. Let me be careful here. This impassable gulf is fixed be tween us for all our lives. Neither of us may cross it. But I have been desirous to see you stand among men, where you belong. Do not ask me why I wished that—xou must never ask me. I am Mrs. Alston, even as 1 write. And as for you? Are you in rags as you read this? Are you cold and hungry? Are you alone, aloof, desert ed, perhaps suffering, with none to ctomfort you? 1 cannot aid you. Nay, J shall punish you once more, and say that it was your desire—that you I rought this on yourself—that you w ould have it thus, in spite of all my it tervention for you. Moreover, you shall say to yourself always: ‘'She asked and I refused her!" Nay, nay! I shall not be so cruel, 1 shall'not say thkt At all. Let me mark that out! Because, if I write that, you will think I wish to hurt > ou. And, my friend, let me admit ihe truth—the truth I ought not to lay upon you as any secret—I could never wisn to nurt you. They say that men far away in the " ilderness sometimes lone for the sight of the face of a woman. Kee, now you have that! I look up at you' What Is your impulse? I am alone w ith you—I am in your hands—treat me, therefore, with honor, I pray you! Yoif must not raise my face to yours, must not bend yours to mine. See now, measure my trust in you, Meriwether Lewis! Kstlmate the great confidence I hold in you as a gentleman. Because—do you not see? —a gentleman does not kiss the wom an whom he has at a disadvantage— the woman who can never be his, who is another's. Is it not true? Happiness is not for us. We are so far apart. I am sad. Good night, Meriwether Lewis'. I, too, have your picture by me—the one you gave me years ago when I was in \ irginia. And it—good night, Mr. Meriwether Lewis! Place me apart—far from you in the room. Let my face not look at you direct. Hut in your heart—your hard heart of a man, intent on dreams, forgetful of ail else—please, please let there linger some small memory of her who dares to write these lines—and who hopes that you never may see them! William Clark, silent, stood once more at the side of ills friend. He looked on the sad and haggard face which was turned toward him. and fell back. His eyes caught sight of the folded paper crushed between Lewis' fingers. He asked no ques tions, but he knew. "Knough!” broke out Meriwether Lewis hoarsely. ".Vo more of this—■ we must be gone! Are the men ready?” Ho impatient, so incoherent, did his speech seem that for a time Clark almost feared lest his friend's reason might have been affected. Put he only stood looking at Lewis, ready to be of such aid ns mught be. "In two hours, Morne,” said he, "we will be on our way." It was now near the end of March. They dated und posted up their bul letins. They had done their task. They had found the great river, they had found the sea. and mapped the way across the continent. Huch was their joy at starting home again, the boatmen disregarded the down-com ing current of the great waters—they sang at the paddles, jested. Only their leader was silent and unsmil ing. and he drove them hard. Py August they had reached the Yellowstone river, and one day while hunting. Lewis was accidentally shot In the leg by one of his men. They aided him back to the boats and made a bed upon which he might He, his head propped up so that he could see what lay ahead. The next day found them fifty miles below the scene of the accident. “Sergeant Goss.” said Capt. Lewis "the natural fever of my wound is coming on. Give me my little war sack yonder—I must see if I can find some medicine." Goss handed him his bag of leath er, and Lewis sought In it for a mo ment. His hand encountered some thing that crinkled in the touch— crinkled familiarly! For one Instant he stopped, his lips compressed as if in bodily pain. It was another of the mysterious letters! \ Before he opened it. he looked at it, frowning, wondering. Whence came these messages, and how. by whose hand? All of them must have been written before he left St. Louis in May of 1804. Now It was August of 1806. After all. mere curiosity as to the nature of that mystery was a small matter. It seemed of more worth to feel, as he did, that the wom an who had planned this system of surprises for him was one of no ordinary woman who had written the words that he now read: Sir and My Friend:—Almost I am ii THE JOY OF LIFE To be healthy and happy ie worth untold million*. A sack of Victor Flour will bring *ueh a fortune Into your home for it's the healthy, wholeaome and vigor, giving food for youth and age alike. “Wot Accidentally Good, hut— Made Good Always." The Moat Modern Ilavllght Mill In America. THE CRETE MILLS *?.«£ Capacity 2000 Barrela Daily. SATURDAY' SUNDAY SPECIAL ^^pMRMC m 3d 'CjCE SATURDAY SUNDAY SPECIAL WHITE HOUSE —a variety that many like better than any other ice cream—pleating alike to the eye and to the taste. A fine Vanilla Ice Cream of golden color filled with rich red Maraschino cherries. Talnaaat'a Ye* Cream la mad* the Better Way In Omaha. Crete, t.rand I aland and lieu City. Take It home In bulk—nr In pint or quart sealed parka*re. despair. This i* my fifth letter; you receive It, perhaps, some months after your start. I think you would have come back before now, if that ! had been possible. I had no news of you. and now 1 dread news. Should you still be gone a year from the time I write this, then I shall know that you were dead. The swift thought comes to me that you will never see this at all— that it may, it must, arrive too late. Vet I must send it, even under that chance. I must write it, though it ruin all my happiness. Shall it come to you too late, others will take it to my husband. Then this secret— the one secret of my life—will he known. Ah, I hope this may come to your eyes, your living eyes: but should It not, none the less I must write it. What matter? If it should be read by any after your death, that would be too late to make difference with you or any difference for me. After that I should not care for anything— not even that then others would know what I would none mlgh£ ever know save you and my Creator, so long as we both still lived. This wilderness which you love, the wilderness to which you fled for your comfort—what has Jt done for you? Have you found that lonely grave which is sometimes the reward of the adventurer thither? If so. do you sleep well? I shell envy you. If that \ is true. I swear 1 often would let that thought come to me—of the vast comfort of Jhe plains, of the mount ains—the sweep of the untiring winds, swe^t In the trees and grasses —or the perpentual sound of water passing by. washing out, to the voice of its unending murmurs, all memory of our trialsv of our sins. What need now to ask you to come hack? What need to reproach you any further? How could I—how can I—with this terrible thought in my > sou) that I am writing to a man > whose eyes cannot see, whose cars | cannot hear? Still, what difference, whether or not you bo living? Have not your * yes thus far been blind to me? Have not your cars been deaf to me, even when 1 spoke to you direct? It was the call of your country ns against my call. Was ever thinking woman who coul'l doubt wliat a strong man would do? 1 suppose I ought to have j known. But, oh, the longing of a , man's ilfe even than his deeds and his ambitions—even his labors—even than his patriotism: It is hard for us to feel tljnt wo are but puppets In the great Ram" of life, of small worth to any man. How can we women rend their hearts— what do we know of men? I oannot say, though I ain a married woman. My husband married me. We had our honeymoon—and ho went away' ' 1 about the business of his plantations Does every girl dream of a continu ous courtship and find a dull answer In the facts. 1 do not know. How freely I write to you, seeing that you are blind and deaf, of that wish of a woman to be the one grand passion of a strong man's life—allow nil—before even his country! What may once have been my own dream of my capacity to evoke such emo tions in the soul of any man I have flung into the scrap heap of my life. The man. the one man—no! What was I saying, Meriwether Lewis, to you but now, even though you wer# blind and deaf? I must not I must not! Nay, let me dream no more! It Is too late now. Living or dead, you are deaf and blind to all that I could ever do for you. But if you he still living, if this shall meet your living eyes, however bold and clear they may he, please, please remember it was not for myself alone that I took on the large ambitions of which I have spoken to you, the large risks engaged with them. Nay. do not re proach me: leave me my woman's right to make all the reproaches. I only wanted to do something for you. I have not written so freely to any man in all my life. 1 could not do so now did I not feel In some strange way that by this time—perhaps at this very time—you are either dead or in some extreme peril. If I knew r PERHAPS the thing that impresses you most in Puritan Ham and Bacon is the unusually delicious flavor, but you cannot fail to applaud the painstaking care in selecting the finest of tender, young meat for the special Puntan cure. Yes, Puritan meats are exceptional. "The Taste Tells.” The Cudahy Packing Co.U.5.A. Cudahy’s # \ “ThcTaste'Tfclls*’ Bacon 17th * and Douglas Delivery to All Part* of the City KE7TT73 •KVCNTKOVTM Phone AT lantic 3857 Spend Your Food Dollar atValue-Giving Headquarters This great handy, home-like uptown market is the shopping ' center for thousands of Omaha’s shrewdest housewives. 100 BOXES GRAPE FRUIT ON SALE SATURDAY Regular 5c Seller 8 for 25c Reg. 7Vjc Seller 6 for 25c Regular 10c Seller 4 for 25c Reg. 12'gc Seller 3 for 25c I Bananas, nica and OQ_ ripa, per dozen. Head Lettuce, solid OP head*, 10c size, 4 for New Carrot*, regular QP bunchea, 3 for «OC EXCEPTIONAL DAIRY SPECIALS FOR SATURDAY Idlewilde Creamery Butter, lb., 49* Maple Leaf Creamery Butter, lb., 4B<4 E(gt, Direct From Farm, dozen, 34* Res Nut OUo, per lb., 22* Gam Nut Olae, par lb., 21* Imported Edam Cheete, $2.25 value, 91.45 GROCERY SPECIALS THAT STAND WITHOUT A RIVAL Blue Bell Flour, 48-lb. sack .$1.59 Sambp Pancake Flour, 3 pkgs.25* Prunes, 3 lbs. . 39* Campbell's Soups, per can ... | Nomis Baked Beans, 3 cans.157 Ankola Coffee, 3 lbs. 98<* Dr. Price s Baking Powder at 2 cans for. . 25c4 Advo Jell, 2 pkgs . -15c4 Sugar, 10 lbs.73c4 Our New System in Cracker Dept. m**Ans I4 resh b airy Sodas, per lb.. .13(* Crackers and Cakes 24 hours from ovens to you. Vanilla Wafers, per lb.23^ THE HOME OF QUALITY MEATS—PRICED RIGHT Choice Steer Shoulder or Chuck Roast, per lb..12 'if Choice Steer Rib Boiling Beef, lb 7»f Choice Steer Shoulder Steaks, per lb.12'if Fresh Pork Shoulder, lb.10'af Lean Pork Chops, lb.12 ' a f Fresh spareribs, lb.10'if Fresh Dressed Spring Chickens lb.,23jc Fresh I.cnf Urd, 9 lbs. for. mif Fresh Umb Stew, lb.7x-j? Spring Lamb Legs, lb.25<* Young Veal Roast, lb. lU ' C Swift's Premium Bacon, by the strip, per lb.-... • 3214 (* Sugar Cured Breakfast Bacon, per lb.1 f» 1 - <* Sugar Cured Picnic Hams, lb. .13',s<^ Northrup-Jonea Co. Now Operate the TABLE SUPPLY BAKERY DEPARTMENT Where they will carry the same high quality Roods as . *r sold at their Sixteenth and Farnam street store. |\^yptnTlI'n. Sandwiches and Pastry Lunches will be ■UKrrvL served with Sweet Milk or Buttermilk. . SATURDAY SPECIALS Marshmallows, 50c value, ll>. JlUf* Mixed Taffy, 25c value, 3 lbs. Fancy Mixed Candy, 26c value, li lbs, for Sterns Cough Drops, 6c value, 2 for. Fireside Chocolates, full lb., 76c value Hl*‘ .—. CIGARS Just Inside the Door American ( itir.cn ('igara, Sc value, box of DO, foi . . . ♦.51.00 (iarcitt CiKiirx, Inix of DO.51.SO \ O. Go. Storgiea, tin of DO. ... .. 0S<* Star Tobacco, lb. .75# I'uxedo Tobacco. 2 cans for... Hull Durham, :i sacks for. >.')(' Genuine Leather Hill Folds, 60c value that you would see this, T could not [ write it. As it is, it gives me some | rellef—it is my confessional. How j often does a woman ever confess her own, her Inner and real heart? Never ; l think, to any man—certainly not to any living, present man. I married; yes. Tt seemed the ordl- i nary and natural thing to do, a use ful. necessary, desirable thing to do. I shall not complain—1 did that with my eyes well opened and with the counsel of my father. My eyes well opened, but my heart well closed' 1 took on my duties as one of the species human, my duties as wife. As head of a household, as lady oi( a certain rank. I did all that,, for It is what must women would do. It is the system of society. My huslwmd is content. What am I writing now ? Arguing, justifying, defending? Ah, were it possible that you would read this and . ome track to me, never, never, though it killed me. would I open rny heart to you! I write only to a dead man, I say—to one who can never hear. I write once more to a man who set other things above all that 1 could have done. Deeds, deeds, what you call your country—your own im pulses—these were the things you placed above me. You placed above in<- thir adventuring Into the wilder n, V<-« I know what are the real ImpulH's in jour man n Ml*. 1 know what you valued ate,ve me; (Tn II* t null nurd 'Monday.* Milk Malt Crain Ext. • L. maV*«S mrprjw jer, • -* Tht Fooi-Dnu for All Age* WAvoid Irritation*—Safest Hates IF YOU DO NOT KNOW THE NAME OF THE HANDY SERVICE STORE IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD PHONE HA 0689. t > > “AT YOUR SERVICE” 4ast \roand tin C'ornfr “MANY THANKS” 71 Handy Service Members all say “Thank you” to the public for the enthusiastic reception given to Handy Service Advertis ing. Your home grocer always stands ready to serve you. His telephone is for your convenience, he will deliver to you, he will exchange merchandise for you, because your Handy Service Grocer is the owner of his store, and his success is built on fair prices and service to his customers. Handy Service Advertising gives its members an economical op portunity to tell their customers of the quality merchandise to be secured from your neighborhood Handy Service Grocer, at prices unequalled in the city. The Store Near Your Home with the HAND on the Window Sells These Quality Goods at Attractive Prices Specials for Saturday Only, February 10 JELLO Assorted Flavors 10c CHOCOLATE 18c COCOA Baker's ^-"lb. Tins 19c / SHREDDED WHEAT 10c SWANS DOWN Cake Flour 27C I PRUNES 53c IDEAL BUTTER Per Lb, 51C omarIflour;;1: 1 * SPECIALS FOR SATURDAY, February 10, and Week Following CREME OIL IT BON AMI Powder, 3 Cans BON AMI 3c*““ SARl FLUSH3 10 Big Bars 39c Box of 100 Bart S3.85 Made from oils and fats that pro duce firm, lasting, white soap with profuse clennsing suds. 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