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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 11, 1911)
A NEW IDEA. Pottttetao—There were several un rrammatical uemScsuco.s in your speech last night. The Candidate-1 know; I’m making a play for the uneducated vote. SCALP WAS BADLY AFFECTED “I am more than gratified by the successful results 1 obtained by the use of tbe Cutir.ura Kerned ies. For several years my scalp was very bad ly affected with dandruff and scales. My scalp itched terribly at times and my hair fell out My coat collar would be actually white with the dandruff that had talk* from my head. My profession being that of a barber, I •was parttenfcar about having my hair in good condition, and was also in a position to try many lotions, etc., for the scalp. These had little or no ef fect. I had heard so much about the Cutlcura Remedies that I resolved to try them. I sOncmpoocd my head with Cuticora 'Soap twice a week and after drying; my hoad thoroughly, I anointed parti -ol my scalp with Cuti cur» Ointment 1 was pleased from tho outset, and continued to keep up this treatment To think that only three cakes of Cutlcura. Soap and one and one-hair boxes of Cutlcura Oint ment rid mr head of this annoying trouble made me feel quite contented. I have bow gs* a thick growth of hair and I am never troubled with any dandruff or itching of the scalp. There Is no question tan that the Cutlcura Remedies cured me. I frequently recommend therm to my customers, and they think a great deal of them.” (Signed) Jtafem V. Williams, 307 Nor folk Street. Dorchester, Bostou, Maas., July as, mo. NswWhal Did 3he Mcrnt At a recent wedding a baby had shrieked withorn intermission to the great annoyance of the guests, etc. As the bridal party was leaving the church a sRgrM delay occurred. One -of' the guests wired tho opportunity to say to the Bn* bridesmaid: “What a nainaa re babies are at a ■wedding*'* "Yea, Indeed’” answered the brides. , maid, angrily. “When I send cut In vitations to nay wedding I shall have printed in the corner, 'No babies ex pected.* “—Judge. Hopelessly Outclassed. V “Mrs. Caswell, while you wore in Venice did yon see Ake llridgo of Sighs?” “Oh, yes; I saw what they called that. But. my land, I've seen bridges ten times its a*»- without ever going out of Peansytowala!" Out of Date. “I am going to auk your father to night for your band in marriage.” “How dreadfully old-fashioned you are.” “In what way7“ ’ “Boat ask him; tell him.” A Distinction. “JUn may not be a successful man,” laid the optimise, “hut he's full of pos libllltisa.” “Perhaps," granted the cynic, "but not of prohabdttins.'' WrSi—ni Women. "How exusjwiwtlng'y clever she Is?" "Yes, but bow consolingly homely!" Puck. Humor Us a "great solvent against snobbishness ansf vulgarity.—Seaman. f 1--> Gel the Happy Mood— Post Toasties with cream for a bieallast starter pro dace ik. , t j.. Ami. Aacs a Tot starting [ the day a^L Yoa’re Wound to hand happiness Bo someone as you ga alcmg^ ami the more you Bay a ytciige -off Post Toasties sad increase the haffMaa «ff 4e family! “Tie Memory lingers” Nm'aCOLEAL CO- L»t.. •uSbOMk. Uialu V----s I half A Rogue By HAROLD MAC GRATH I Author of The Man on the Box, The Puppet Crown, Hearts and Masks, Eto. Copyright Bobbs-Merrlll Co., Indianapolis. CHAPTER VIII—(Continued.) "Mr. Warrington is in," answered the talet, with chilling digntty. "What is your business?” "Mine!” thundered Rill, who had a democratic contempt for a gentleman's gentleman. “I have important busi nes to transact with your master. Take this card In to him. He'll see me.” "I will take the card to Mr. Warring ton," the valet promised reluctantly. There was, however, a barely perccpt ble grin struggling at the corners of his mouth. He was not wholly devoid of the sense of humor, as a gentleman’s gentleman should at times be. “William Osborne? What the deuce does he want here?” asked Warrington Impatiently "He said his business was important, Sir. If it is half as Important as he acts—” ’’No comments, please. Show Mr. Osborne in.” Warrington turned all his mail face lownward. He knew Bill of aforetime, 'n the old newspaper days. Bill bad marvelously keen eyes, for all that they were watery. The valet ushered him Into the study. He wore his usual blase expression. Ho sat down and drew up his chair to the desk. "Well, Mr. Osborne, what’s on your mind tonight?" Warrington leaned "The truth Is, Richard,” began Will iam, "I found this letter on the pave ment this afternoon. Guess you’d been down to the hotel tills afternoon, and dropped It. I found it out In front. There was no envelope, so I couldn’t help reading It.” Warrington seized the letter eagerly. It was the only letter of its kind in the world. It was enchanted, “Mr. Osborne, you’ve done me a real service. I would not take a small for tune for this letter. I don’e recollect how I came to lose It. Must have taken It out and dropped It accidentally. Thanks." “Don’t mention it, my boy.” Very few called him Mr. Osborne. “It Is worth a good deal to me. Would you be offended If I gave you ten os a reward?” “I’d feel hurt, Richard, but not of fended," a twinkle In tho watery eyes. Warrington laughed, drew out his wallet and handed William a crisp, craokly bank note. It went, neatly creased, Into William’s sagging vest pocket. “Have a clgaret?” asked Warring ton. "Richard, there’s one thing I never did, and that’s smoke one of tiiose cof fin nails. Whisky and tobacco are all right, hut I draw the line at clgarets.” Warrington passed him a cigar. Will iam bit off the end and lighted it. He sniffed with evident relish. "Seems impossible, Richard, that only n few years ago you were a reporter at the police station. But I always said ;hat you'd get there some day. You saw the dramatic side of the simplest ease. I knew your father. He was Vno of the best farmers In the county. But he didn’t know how to invest his savings. Ho ought to have left you •ich,” “But he didn’t. After all, it's a fine tiling to make for the good thtngR in life and win them yourself." “That's true. You’re a different breed from some of these people who are your neighbors. We’re all mighty proud of yeu. here In Herculaneum. What you want to do is Vo get into polities.” Here 3111 winked mysteriously. “You’ve money and influence, and that's what counts." "I'm seriously thinking the thing over,” returned Warrington, not quite understanding tho wink. "Evt rythlng's on the bum in the town;’It wants a clecn bill. McQuade must go. The man never keeps a promise. Told me in the presence of witnesses, last election, that he'd give me u lob on the new police board; and yet after election ho put in one of those whipper-snappers who know nothing. Of course, you’ve been In town long enough to know that Donnelly is slm ply JVlcQniule’s creature. I never had any luck." "Oh, it may change by and by,” Warrington, at that moment felt gen uinely sorry for the outcast. Bill twirled bis hat. "You’ve nevwr laughed at me, Richard; you've always treated me like a gentleman, which 1 was oe.ee. 1 didn’t mall that letter be cause 1 wanted to see If you had changed any. If you bad become a snob, why, you could light your blamed battles yourself, no help from me. But you’re Ju«t the same.” He became vary earnest. “I’ve brought some thing that’ll be of more use to you than that letter, and don’t }’ou forget it.” CHAPTER IX. Bill leaned toward Warrington, (hading his voice with his hand. “I was In Hanley's Cor u glass of beer this noon. I sut In a dark place. The table next to me was occupied by Martin, McQuade, and a fellow named Bolles.” "Bolles?" "You’ve been away so long you haven't heard of him. He handles the dagos during election. Well, McQuade Was asking ail sorts of questions about you. Asked If you gambled, or drank, pr ran'around after women." Warrington no longer leaned back In his chair. His body assumed an alert angle. "They all went up to McQuade's of fice. The typewriter ts a niece of mine. McQuade has heard that the senator |s going to spring your name at the caucus. But that's a small matter. McQuade is going to do you some way or other." "What do you mean?" "Why, he sees that his goose is cooked if you run. He's determined that he won’t let you." Warrington laughed; there was a note of battle In his laughter. "Qo on," he said. "Nobody knew anything about your •mbits. Bo McQuade has sent Bolles to New York. He used to be a private de tective. ye’s gone to New York to look up your past there. X know Bolles; he'll stop at nothing. McQuade, how ever, was wise enough to warn him not to fake, but to get real facts.” This time Warrington's laughter was genuine. "He's welcome to ali he can find.” "But this lsnt' all. I know a printer on the Times. Tomorrow the whole utory about your accepting the sena tor's offer wtll come out. They hope the senator will be fojved to change his plans. They think the public will lose Interest In vour campaign. Sur prise is what the public needs. I’ll tel! you something else. Morris, who died last week, had Just sold out his interest In the Telegraph to McQuade. This means that McQuade has the controlling Interest in every newspa per In town. I never heard or such a thing before; five newspapers, demo cratic and republican, owned by a , democratic boss." Warrington amoksd thoughtfully. This man McQuade was something out of the ordinary. And he had defied him. "I am very much obliged to you, Os borne. If I win out, on my word of honor. I’ll do something for you.” "You aren't afraid of McQuade?” anxiously. "My dear Mr. Osborne, I am not afraid of the Old Nick himself. I’ll give this man McQuade the biggest fight he has ever had. Bolles will have his pains for nothing. Any scandal he ear; rake up about my past will pure blackmail; and I know how fo deal with that breed.” "McQuade will try something else, then. He's sworn to stop you. I’m glad you aren’t afraid of him.” “I can't think you enough.” "I wander about town a good deal; nobody pays much attention to me; so lots of things fall under my notice. I'll let you know what I hear. You'll find all the decent people on your side, surprise or no surprise. They’re tired of McQuade and Donnelly. Some Of these paving deals smell. Well, I’m keeping you from your work.” Bill rose. “Help yourself to these cigars,” said Warrington gratefully, passing the box. Bill took three. “Good night, Richard.” "Good night, Mr. Osborne. If by any good luck I become mayor of Hercu laneum, I'll not forget your service tonight.” "That's all that's necessary for me;” and Bill bowed himself out. He layed his course for his familiar haunts. Warrington picked up the letter which Osborne bad so fortunately come upon. He was often amused at the fascination It held for him. He would never meet the writer, and yet not a day passed that he did not strive to conjure up an Imaginative likeness. And he hud nearly lost it. The creases were beginning to show. He studied It thoroughly. He held It toward the light. Ah, here was something that had hitherto escaped his notice. It was a I peculiar water wark. He examined the folds. The sheet had not been folded originally, letter-wise, but had been flat, as if torn from a tablet. He scrutinized the edges and found signs of mucilage. Here was something, but it led him to no solution. The post office mark had been made In New York. To trace a letter In New York would be as Impracticable as subtract ing gold from sea*water. It was a tan talizing mystery, and It bothered him | more than he liked to confess. Ho put the letter in Ills wallet, and went into the sewing-room, where his aunt was knitting. The dear old lady smiled at him. “Aunty, I've got a secret to tell you." “What is it. Richard?" “I'm going to run for mayor." The old lady dropped her work and held|up her hands in horror. "You are fooling. Richard!" "1 am very serious, aunty.” "But politicians are such scamps. ' Richard.” "Somebody's got to reform them." "But they’ll reform you into one of their kind. You don't mean It!" "Yes. I do. I've promised, and I can't back down now.” * "No good will come of it." said the | old lady, prophetically, reaching down i for her work. "But if you are determ ined. I suppose It's no use for me to talk. What will the Benningtons say?" "They rather approve the Idea. I'm going up there early tomorrow. I'll he up before you're down. Good night." He lightly kissed the wrinkled face. "Have a good time. Richard; and God h!ess my boy." He paused on the threshold and came hack. Why. he did not know. But hav ing come back, he kissed her once again. Ids hands on her cheeks. There were tears in her eyes. "You're so kind und good to an old woman, Richard.” “Pshaw! there's nobody your equal in all the world. Good night;" and he stepped Into the hall. The next morning he left town for Bennington's bungalow In the Adtron dacks. He arrived at 2 In the aft 'ernoon, and found John, Kate and Patty at the village station. It was nearly a two hours' drive to the lake, which was circled by lordly moun tains. "Isn't it beautiful?" asked Patty, with a kind of proprletarv pride. "It Is as fine as anything in the Alps,’ Warrington admitted. “Shall we go u-flshing in the morning?" “If you can get up early enough." "Trust ice!" enthusiastically. "How's the politician?" whispered Kate, eagerly. "About to fljul himself In the heart of a great scandal. The enemy has lo cated us. and this afternoon the Times is to come out with a broadside. I haven't the least Idea what It will say, j nor care." "That’s the proper way to talk," re plied Kate approvingly. But what's this talk about politics?” John demanded. Warrington looked at Patty and Kate In honest amazement. "Do you two mean to tel! me.” he , asked, "that you have really kept the • news from John?" "You told us not to tell,” said Kute reproachfully. "Well. I see that I shall never get any nearer the truth about women. I thought sure they'd tell you, Jack, that I'm going to run for mayor this fall.” •■No!” "Truth. And It's going to be the fight of my life. I accepted In the spirit of fun, but I am dead In earnest now. "I'll harangue the boys in the shops,” volunteered John, “though there's a spirit of unrest I don’t like. I've no doubt that before long I shall have a fight on iny hands. But I shall know exactly what to do," grimly. “But hang business! These two weeks are going to be totally outside the circle of busi ness. I hope you'll win. Dick. We'll burn all the stray barrels for you on election night.” "There'll be plenty of them burning. But I shall be nervous till I see the Times." “You’ll have it In the morrilng.” Warrington sighed. Half an hour later the bungalow came Into view. There was no little excitement over the arrival of the mall boat In the morning. They werg all eager to see what the Times had to say. There was a column or more on the first page, subheaded. Warrington's career was rather accurately portrayed, but there were some pungent references to cab bages. In the leader, on the editorial page, was the nmsterhand. "In brief, this young man Is to be the republican candidate for mayor. Grown desperate these half-dozen years of Ineffectual striving for political pap, Senator Henderson resorts to such ex pedient. But the coup falls flat; there will be no surprise at the convention; the senator lopes the point he seeks to score. Personally, we have nothing to say against the character of Mr. War rington. After a fashion he is a credit to his native town. But we reaffirm, he Is not a citizen, he Is not eligible to the high office. If he accepts, after this arraignment, he becomes nothing more than an Impertinent meddler. What has he done for the people of Herculaneum? Nothing. Who knows anything about his character, his honor, his worth? Nobody. To hold one’s franchise as a citizen does not make that person a citizen in the honest sense of the word. Bet Mr. War rington live among us half a doz en years, and then we will see. The senator, who Is not without some wis dom and experience, will doubtless withdraw this abortive candidate. It’s the only logical thing he can do. We dare say that the dramatist accepted the honor with but one end in view; to find some material for a new play. But Herculaneum declines to be so honored. He is legally, but not morally, a citizen. He Is a meddler, and Herculaneum Is already too well supplied with med dlers. Do the wise thing, Mr. Warring ton; withdraw. Otherwise your profit will be laughter and ridicule; for the republican party can never hope to win under such equivocal leadership. That’s all we have to say.” Warrington, who had been reading the article aloud, grinned and thrust the paper into his pocket. “What shall you do?" asked John curiously. “Do? Go Into the fight tooth and nail. They dub me a meddler; I’ll make the word good.” “Hurrah!” cried Kate, clapping her hands. She caught Patty in her arms, and the two waltzed around the dock. The two men shook hands, and pres ently all four were reading their pri vate letters. Warrington received but one. It was a brief note from the senator. "Pay rio attention to Times’ story. Are you game for a fight? Write me at once, and I’ll $tart the campaign on the receipt of your let ter.” “Patty, where do you write letters?" he asked. He called her Patty quite naturally. Patty was is no wise of fended. “In the reading room you will find a desk with papers and pens and Ink. Shall I go with you?” “Not all all. I’ve only a note to scribble to Senator Henderson." Warrington found the desk. Upon It lay a tablet. He wrote hurriedly: “Start your campaign; I am In it now to the last ditch.” As he reread it. he observed a blur in the grain of the paper. On closer inspection he saw that It was a water mark. He had seen one similar, but where? His heart began thumping his ribs. He produced the inevitable let ter. The water mark was Identical. He even laid the letter unfolded on the tablet. It fitted exactly. “Patty!" lie murmured in a whisper. Patty had never written him a single line; whenever she had communicated to him her commands, it had been by telephone. Patty! The light of this knowledge was blinding for a space. So Warring ton came Into his own romance. It was not the grand passion, which Is always meteoric; it was rather like 8 new star, radiant, peaceful, eternal. “Patty!” He smiled. CHAPTKR X. "Patty? Do you ever look In your mirror?” asked Warrington. “The idea! Of course I do. I look In it every morning and every nlglit. And as often as I find time. Why?” "Nothing; only, I do not blame you.” “What’s all this leading to?” frown ing. “Heavens knows! But I feel senti mental this morning. There is so much beauty surrounding me that I feel impelled to voice my appreciation of it." He was fishing with Patty, in the lake. “There is no remedy, I suppose.” “None, save the agony of extempori zation.” , "I have never heard you talk like this before. What Is the matter?" "Perhaps it is the exhilaration I feel for the conriing fight. Would you like to see me mayor?” “Indeed I should. Think of the circus tickets you’d have to give away each year! You know they always give the mayor a handful for his personal use. No. Mr. Warrington, I shall be very proud of you when you are mayor.” "What's the matter with your calling mo Richard or Dick?" "We must not advance too suddenly.” "Is there anything the matter with the name?” "Oh, no; Richard is quite musical in Its way. But 1 am always thinking jf the humpbacked king. If I called you anything it would be Dick." "Richard was not humpbacked. More over, he was a valiant king, greatly maligned by Mr. Shakespeare.” “I see that I shall not dare argue with you on the subject; but we can-, not banish on so short a notice the early impressions of childhood. Rich ard III. has always been a bugaboo to my mind. Some day, perhaps, I’ll get over it." "Make it Dick as a compromise." "Some day, when I have known you a little longer. Has John ever told you about Mr. McQuade?" “McQuade?” Warrington realized that he had been floating on a pleas ant sea. 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