The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, November 24, 1921, Image 2

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Th# Feeling Tribute ef a Woman te
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f saying that it saved my life. I was all run down 3
and miserable when I commenced taking Pe-ru-na ■
but am on the road to recovery now. I cannot thank ■
you too much." ■
MRS. CHARLES ANSPAUGH,
R, F. D. No. 7, Lagrange, Indiana. I
A letter like this brings hope and the promise I
of health to every sick and suffering woman. Per- ||
haps you know what it means to have your daily a
duties a misery, every movement an effort, stomach H
I deranged, pains in the head, back and loins most p
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ment day or night free from suffering.
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CHAPTER XXV.
The man looked up from the
paper he pya.s twisting lor a fire
and .gave Shuiey s attitude of de
spair.
“Say, kid,” ti<‘ said, with a
kind of gruff tenderness, “you
don't, need to take it that a-way.
I know it’s tough luck to lose
out when you been so nervy and
all, but you knew we 'had it. over
you from the start. You hadn't
a show. And say ! Girlie 1 I tell
you what-1 I’ll make Hennie sit
down right now and copy ’em off
for you, and you can put ’em in
four book again when you get
>ack and nobody be the wiser.
We ’ll just take out the leaves.
We gotta keep the original o’
course, but that won't make any
beans for you. It won’t take you
no time to write ’em over again
if he gives you a copy.”
Somehow it penetrated
through Shirley’s tired conscious
ness that the man was trying to
be kind to her. He was pitying
her and offering her a way out
of her supposed dilemma, offer
ing to assist her in some of his
own kind of deception. The girl
was touched even through all her
other crowding emotions and
weariness. She lifted up her head
with a faint littel smile.
“Thank you,” she said, weari
ly, “but that wouldn’t do ine any
-guvu.
{ “.Why not?” asked the man
sharply. “Yrour boss would
never know it got out through
you.”
• “Bpt I should know I had
failed I” she said sadly. “If you
(had my notes I should know that
I had failed in my trust.”
“It wouldn’t be your fault.
You couldn’t have helped it!”
“Oh, yes, I could, and 1 ought.
I shouldn’t have let the driver
turn around. I should have got
out of that car and waited at the .
station as Mr. Barnard told me to
do till he came. I had been
warned and I ought to have been
on my guard. So you see it was
my fault.”
She drooped her head forward
and rested her chin dejectedly on
the palm of her hand, her elbow
on her knee. Tho man stood
looking at her for a second in
talf-indignant astonishment.
“By golly I” he said at last.
“You certainly are some nut!
Well, anyhow, buck up, and let’s
have some tea. Sorry 4 can’t see
my way clear to help you out
any further, being as we’re sort
of partners in this job and you
certainly have got some nerve for
a girl, but you know how it is.
I guess I caii’t do no more’n I
said. I got- my honor to think
about, too. See? Hennie! Get
a move on you. We ain’t waitin’
ail night fer eats. Bring in them
things from the cupboard and
let’s get to work.”
Shirley declined to come to the
taWc when at last tho repast was
ready. She said she was not
hungry. In fact, the smell of the
crackers and cheese and pickles
and dried beef sickened her. She
felt too hysterical to try to eat,
and besides she had a lingering
feeliug that she must keep near
that piano. If anything hap
pened she had a vague idea that
«he might somehow hide the prec
ious notes within the big old in
strument.
The man frowned when she de
clined to come to supper, but a
moment later stumbled awkward
ly across the room with a slop
ping cup of coffee and set it
down beside her.
“Buck up, girlie!” he growled.
“Drink that and you’ll feci bet
ter.”
Shirley thanked him and tried
to drink a few mouthfuls. Then
the thought occurred to her that
it might be drugged, and she
swallowed no more. But she tried
to look a hit brighter. If she
must pass this strange evening in
the company of these rough men,
it would not help matters for her
to'give way to despair. So after
toying with the teaspoon a mom
ent, she put the cup down and
began to play soft airs on the old
piano again while the men ate
and took a stealthy taste now and
then from a black bottle. She
watched them furtively as she
played, marvelling at their soft
eped expressions, remembering
.theoidUae: '
-"Music hath charms to soothe
the skvage breast,” and wonder
ing if perhaps there were not real
ly something in it. If she had not
been in such a terrifying situa
tion she would really have en
joyed the character Btudy that
this view of those two faces af
forded her, as she sat in the
ot*
i .shadow playing softly while they
ate with the flaring candle be
tween them.
“1 like music with my meals!”
suddenly chanted out the boy in
an interval. But the man growled
in a low tone:
“Shut up! Ain't you got no
manners f”
Shirley prolonged tlnU meal as
much as music could do it, for
she had no relish for a more in
timate tete-atete with either of
her companions. When she saw
them prow restless she began to
sing aguiu, light, little airs this
time with catchy words; or old
tender melodies of home and
mother and childhood. They
were songs she had sung that last
night in the dear old barn when
Sidney Graham and Elizabeth
were with them, and unconsci
ously her voice took on the wail
of her heart for all that dear past
so far away from her now.
Suddenly, as the last tender
note of a song died away Joe
stumbled breathlessly into the
room. The boy Hennie slithered
out of the room like a serpent at
his first word.
“Beat it!” he cried in a hoarse
whisper. “Get a move on! All
hell’s out after us! I bet they
heard her singin’! Take her an’
beat it! I’ll douse the fire an’
out. the candly.
lie seized a full bucket of wa
ter and dashed it over the dying
fire. Shirley felt the other man
grasp her arm in a fierce grip.
Then Joe snuffed out the candle
with his broad thumb and finger
and all was pitch dark. She felt
herself dragged across the floor
regardless of furniture in the
way, stumbling, choking with
fear, her one thought that what
ever happened sho must not let
her slippers get knocked off;
holding her feet in a tense strain
with every muscle extended to
keep the shoes fastened on like a
vise. She was haunted with a
wild thought of how she might
have slipped under the piano and
eluded her captor if only the light
had gone out one second sooner
before he reached her side. But
it was too late to think of that
now, and she was being dragged
along breathlessly, out the front
door, perhaps, and down a walk;
no, it was amongst trees, for she
almost ran iuto one. The man
swore at her, grasped her arm till
he hurt her and she cried out.
“You shut up or I’ll shoot
you!” he said with an oath. He
had lost all his suavity and there
was desperation in his voice. He
kept turning his head to look
back and urging her on.
She tripped on a root and
stumbled to her knees, bruising
them painfully, but her only
though was one of joy that her
shoes had not come off.
The man swore a fearful oath
under his breath, then snatched
her up and began to run with
her in his arms. It was then she
heard Graham’s voice calling:
“ Shirley 1 Where are yout
I’m coining!
She thought she was swooning
or dreaming and that it was not
really he, for how could he pos
sibly be here? But she cried out
with a voice as clear as a bell:
“I’m here, Sidney, come quick!”
In his efforts to hush her voice,
the man stumbled and fell with
her in his arms. There came oth
er voices and forms through the
night. She was gathered up in
strong, kind arms and held. The
last thought she had before she
sank into unconsciousness was
that God had not forgotten. He
had been remembering all the
time and sent His help before it
was too late; just as she had
known all along He must do, be
cause He had promised to care
for His own, and she was one of
His little ones.
When she came to herself again
she was lying in Sidney Graham’s
arms with her head against his
shoulder feeling oh, so comfort
able and tired. There were two
automobiles with powerful head
lights standing between the trees,
and a lot of policemen in the
shadowy background. Her, cap
tor stood sullen against, a tree
with his hands and feet shackled.
Joe stood between two policemen
with a rope bound about his body
spirally, and the boy Hennie, also
bound, beside his fallen bicycle,
turned his ferret eyes from side
to side as if he hoped even yet to
escape. Two other men with
hawrk like faces that she had not
’ seen before were there also, man
acled, and with eyes of smoulder
ing fires. Climbing excitedly out
of one of the big cars came Mr.
Barnard, hut usually immaculate
pink face smutty and weary; his
sparse white hair rumpled giddi
ly, and a worried pucker on his
kind, prim face.
“Oh, my dear Miss Hollister!
How unfortunate!” he ex
claimed. “I do hope you haven’t
.offered too much inconveni
ence!”
Shirley smiled up at him from
her shoulder of refuge as from a
dream. It was all so amusing
and impossible after what she
had been through. It couldn’t
be real.
“I assure you I am very much
distressed on your account,”
went on Mr. Barnard, politely
and hurriedly, “and I hate to
mention it at such a time, but
could you tell me whether the
notes are safe? Did those hor
rid men get anything away from
you?”
A sudden flicker of triumph
passed over the faces of the fet
tered man and the boy, like a
ripple over still water and died
away into unintelligenee.
But Shirley’s voice rippled
forth in a glad, clear laugh, as
she answered joyously:
“Yes, Mr. Barnard, they got
my note-book, but not the notes!
They thought the Tilman-Brooks
notes were what they were after,
but the real notes are in my
shoes. Won’t you please get
them out, for I’m afraid I can’t
hold them on any longer, my feet
aclio so!”
It is a pity that Shirley was
not in a position to see the look
of astonishment, followed by a
twinkle of actual appreciation
that came over the face of the
shackled man beside the tree as
he listened. One could almost
fancy he was saying to himself:
“The nervy little nut! She put
one over on me after all!”
It was also a pity that Shirley
could not have got the full view
of the altogether precise and con
ventional Mr. Barnard kneeling
before her on the ground, remov
ing carefully, with deep embar
rassment and concern, first one,
then the other, of her little black
pumps, extracting the precious
notes, counting over the pages
and putting them ecstatically
into his pocket. No one of that
group but Shirley could fully ap
preciate the ludicrous picture he
made.
“You are entirely sure that no
one but yourself has seen these
notes?” he asked anxiously as
if he hardly dared to believe the
blessed truth.
“Entirely sure, Mr. Barnard!”
said Shirley happily, “and now
if you wouldn’t mind putting on
my shoes again I can relieve Mr.
Graham of the necessity of carry
ing me any further.”
“Oh, surely, surely!” said Mr.
Barnard, quite fussed and getting
down laboriously again, his white
forelock all tossed, and his fore
head perplexed over the unusual
task. IIow did women get into
such a little trinket of a shoe,
anyway t
“I assure you, Miss Hollister,
our firm appreciates what wou
have done! We shall not forget
it. You will see, we shall not
forget it!” he puffed as he rose
with beads of perspiration on his
brow. “You have done a great
thing for Barnard and Clegg to
day!”
“She’s done more than that!
said a burly policeman signifi
cantly glancing around the group
of sullen prisoners, as Graham
put he upon her feet beside him.
“She’s rounded up the whole
gang for us, and that’s more than
anybody else has been able to
do yet! She oughtta get a med
al of some kind fer that!”
Then, with a dare-devil lift of
his head and a gleam of some
thing like fun in his sullen eyes,
the manacled man by the tree
spoke out, looking straight at
Shirley, real admiration in his
voice:
“I say, pard! I guess you’re
the winner! I’ll hand you what’s
coinin’ to you if I do lose. You
certainly had your nerve!”
Shirley looked at him with a
kind of compassion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry you have to be—
there,” she finished. “You were
—as fine as you could bo to me
under the circumstances, I sup
pose ! I thank you for that. ’ ’
The man met her gaze for an
instant, a flippant reply upon his
lips, but checked it and dropping
his eyes, was silent. The whole
little company under the trees
were hushed inth silence before
the miracle of a girl’s pure spirit,
leaving its impress on a black
ened soul.
Then, quietly, Graham led her
away to his car with Barnard and
the detectives following. The
prisoners were loaded into tho
other cars, and hurried on the
way to judgment.
CHAPTER XXVI.
The ride back to the city was
like a dream to Shirley after
ward. To see the staid Mr. Barn
ard so excited, babbling away
about her bravery and exulting
like a child over the recovery of
the precious notes, was wonder
enough. But to feel the quiet
protection and tender interest of
Sidney Graham filled her with
ecstasy. Of course it was only
kindly interest and friendly anx
iety, and by tomorrow she would
have put it into order with all
his other kindlinesses, but to
night weary and excited as she
was, with the sense of horror over
her recent experience still upon
her, it was sweet to feel his at
tention, and to let his voice thrill
through her tired heart, without
stopping to analyze it and be sure
she was not too glad over it.
What if he would be merely a
friend tomorrow again! Tonight
he was her rescuer, and she
would rest back upon that and be
happy.
I feel that I was much to
blame for leaving you alone to go
to the station with a bait like
these notes in your possession,”
said Mr. Barnard humbly.
‘‘Though of course I did not
dream that there was any such
possibility as your being in dan
ger.”
‘‘It is just as well not to run
any risks in these days when
the country is so unsettled, ’ ’ said
the detective dryly.
‘‘Especially where a lady is
concerned!” remarked Graham
significantly.
‘‘I suppose I should have taken
Miss Hollister with me and left
her in teh cab while I transacted
my business at the war depart
ment!” said Barnard with self
reproach in his tones.
‘‘They would have only done
the same thing in front of the
war department,” said the de
tective convincingly. ‘ ‘ They had
it all planned to get those notes
somehow. You only made it a
trifle easier for them by letting
the lady go alone. If they hadn’t
succeeded here, they would have
followed you to your home and
got into your office or your safe.
They are determined, desperate
men. We’ve been watching them
for some time, letting them wrork
till we could find out who was
behind them. Tonight wo caught
the whole bunch r^d handed,
thanks to the lady’s cleverness.
But you had better not risk her
alone again when there’s any
thing like this on hand. She
might not come out so easy next
time!”
Graham muttered a fervent ap
plause in a low tone to this ad
vice, tucking the lap robes closer
about the girl. Barnard gave
little shudders of apology as he
humbly shouldered the blame:
‘ ‘ Oh, no, of course not! I cer
tainly am so sorry! ’ ’ But Shirley
suddenly roused herself to ex
plain:
“Indeed, you mustn’t any of
you blame Mr. Barnard. He did
the perfectly right and natural
thing. He always trusts me to
look after my notes, even in the
most important cases; and I
heard the warning as much as he
did. It was my business to be on
the lookout! I’m old enough and
have read enough in the papers
about spies and ruffians. I ought
to have known there was some
thing wrong when that boy ord
ered me back and said Mr. Barn
ard had sent me word. I ought
to have known Mr. Barnard
would never do that. I did know
just as soon as I stopped to think.
The trouble was I was giving half
my attention to looking at the
strange sights out of the window
and thinking what I would tell
the folks at home about Wash
ington, or I would not have got
into such a position. I insist that
you shall not blame yourself, Mr.
Barnard. It is a secretary’s bus
iness to be on her job and not be
out having a good time when she
is on a business trip. I hadn’t
got beyond the city limits before
I knew exactly what I ought to
have done. I should have asked
that boy more questions, and I
should have got right out of that
car and told him to tell you I
would wait in the station till you
came for me. It troubled me
from the start that you had sent
for me that way. It wasn’t like
you.”
Then they turned their ques
tions upon her, and she had to
tell the whole story of her cap
ture, Graham and Barnard ex
claiming indignantly as she went
on, the detective sitting grim and
serious, nodding his aproval now
and then. Graham’s attitude to
ward her grew more tender and
protective. Once or twice as she
told of her situation in the old
house, or spoke of how the man
dragged her along in the dark, he
set his teeth and drew his breath
hard, saying in an undertone:
“The villain 1” And there was
that in the way that he looked at
her that made Shirley hasten
through the story, because of the
wild, joyous clamor of her heart.
Continued next week.
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A contested will Is one sort of hand
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But why Is a man supposed to saw
wood when he says nothing?
PUT TRUTH IN SECOND PLACE
Salesman, Like Some Oldtime Adver
tisers, Must Have Had a Strangle
Hold "on Conscience.
Frank Irwin Fletcher, the New
fork advertising expert, said in an
address to advertisers:
“Another fault that Is fast disap
pearing is exaggeration—lying, you
know. Some of the advertisements
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between a salesman and a patron. It
runs like this:
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Fatal Turn of Affairs.
“Mrs. Wiggs,” said Mr. Huggins, "I
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Mrs. Wiggs—I'm sure 1 hat’s very
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no thought of marrying again nt my
age, but If you insist, suppose we
make the wedding day next Thursday.
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WERE NOT REALLY “VAMPISH”
College Girls Hastily Become Prim
When Their Favorite Professor
Hove in Sight.
The girl might have been born In
Greenwich village. She wore her hair
bobbed, tortoise shell-rimmed glasses,
a loose jersey dress, green earrings
which dangled from her ears, and she
smoked a cigarette In an imitation
jade cigarette holder. Not to over
look long green beads made of wood.
Her companion was a little less true
to type. They were conspicuously at
luncheon in a chop suey restaurant.
Suddenly a tall, rather distinguished
looking man entered the tea room. The
girls, who faced the door, gasped:
“Good Lord, Dolly, there’s Professor
-1 Lay off quick.”
Instantly the earrings were jerked
out of the girl’s ears, her cigarette
was thrown to the floor and hastily
stepped on, the cigarette holdervwns
tucked Into her bag and she rubbed
her napkin briskly over her lips.
The professor sat dyjvn at the op
posite table and never once glanced at
the two girls.—Milwaukee Journal.
Speaking His Mind.
“Is it true that America is the land
of opportunity?”
“There is no doublt of It," replied the
disgruntled citizen. "I don't know of
another country on the face of the
earth where a man has greater op
portunity to make a fool of himself in
politics.”—Birmingham Age-Herald.
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