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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 10, 1925)
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j J5he 1'RQJV HOUSE
I NOVELIZED BY
1 EDWIN C. HILL
| FROM WILLIAM FOX’S GREAT PICTURE ROMANCE
\ OF THE EAST AND THE WEST
\ BY CHARLES KENYON AND JOHN BUSSELL
“This is a big thing, Ruby.
Let me tell you exactly. It
means half a million dollars to
me, direct, it means that in 10
years, maybe five, the value of
every section of land I own
will be trebled or quadrupled.
It means t' Hit somewhere in the
Sm ky river country a city will
spring up, a \ I know just the
place- In the end, my pretty
Ruby, riches and power lor me,
good fortune for all that tollow
me and especially for you.
Especially for you, my charming
little friend—beautiful clothes,
diamonds, what you will. Jes
son, 12 you want him. “Now
follow me. Joe Deroux does
things thoroughly. Draw down
to your hand and bet the stack,
is Deroux’s way, Ruby. Little
things make or break big plans.
So 1 telegraphed to New York
friends. They investigated this
handsome Mr. Jesson, this fine
gentleman engineer. What do
they tell rn< I will read you
this telegram, short and sweet.
It is in cypher but I shall inter
“ You van <" pend upon the
following for entire accuracy:
Man you ask about comes from
old family once rich'.' lias high
est. social standing but continual
ly embarrassed by lack of means
and debts due to gambling and—
“1 think 1 shall omit the next
part,” said Deroux.
“You -eedn’t, Joe,” snapped
Ruby. “Tf this is a missing word
puzzle 1 will supply the word—
‘women.’ Is that right?”
“Dead center!” said Deroux.
“Here’s the lest of it:
“ ’to his attentions to expen
sive ladies of the demi-monde.
Engaged to Miss M. Ambitious
for money Nothing crooked iv
his record but who could be
handled if approached with a big
; i on re a sniarr uevn, .juu
but this time I don't get you.”
“All but you will,” smiled De
roux. “It is all very simple.
You have caught the man’s eye
a discriminating eye. You have
j intrigued his interest. lie is be
| grn ng t > wond * about you, rav
attra the little lreiul. 11* is
bored. You stimulate him.
Interest warms to admiration".
In turn, lie attracts you. The
good seed is sown. Where the
heart leads the trail is clear.”
lie paused black eyes ag’ear.i.
“All right, Joe. Let us admit
that lie is my meat. What
then? Where does that get us?”
“To o de nation, ina pe
tite! There is an affair between
you—how sirious I leave to you.
The man becomes a slave to one
of the prettiest of her sex.”
lie bowed. Ruby laughed,
self-consciously. Mr. Smith of
Zion drew down the coiners of
his thin lips, a manifestation
which did not escape Deroux’s
“The follower of the great
Prophet of Mormon does not ap
prove of this particular form
of slavery,” he cried gaylv.
“They do not do things so in the
new Jerusalem. You would not
be happy ir. our Mr. Smith’s
“That may be,” said Miss
Kenny, quietly, “ hut I would
thin out the saints before
they tamed me, and 1 would be
gin with this specimen here.”
“You must not he too hard on
Mr. Smith,” laughed Deronx.
“He is a valuable man. There
is a close tie between us, is there
There was contempt in his
laugh. Smith shewed his heard,
'verting his gaze to the window.
Ruby, amazed at "
frankness before a stranger,
flashed a glaftce of inquiry.
“Do not be concerned. Mr.
Smith is a very faithful gentle
man—to Joe Deroux. Mr
Smith like most of us, is eager
for fortune, but he is especially
desirous of maintaining in the
flesh honorable estate among
the followers of tli» prop et.
Therefore Mr. Smith keeps them
very accurately informed.”
“Oh get to the point, .oe” said
Ruby. “Just what is it you ex
pect me to do?”
‘‘There is no hurry, conversa
tion with you is always in-piring
to JDeroux. You have wit, in
telligence. it is your femiue
curiosity which pricks you. It
shall be gratified instantly.
“ \ on will meet Mr. Peter Jes
son. Thanks to our well-in
Iormed Mr. Smith, I have
planned this episode in all cf its.
delicate shadings. It is a little
play in which you shall be the
star, my Ruby; a diverting little
drama in which your emotional
talents will display themselves
to great effect.”
lie grow serious.
‘ You will meet Mr. Jesson
and you will say to him (at a
iavorable moment to be selected
by your intelligence) ‘Mr. Jes
son, l have hece $3,000 in gold
coin.’ You will show him the
pretty little pieces, for the actu
al sight of gold exerts upon most
men. Ruby, a direct and pecuilar
fascination. Tvii will say, ‘‘I
have been asked to present this
money to you as an evidence of
good will on the part of a friend
for whom you can do a great
service, a service which, at the
same time, will be of even great
er benefit to the Union Pacific
rairoad.’ And you will produce
a draft upon the Chemical Na
tional bank of New York a draft
lor $10,00p which you will also
show to our handsome friend,
telling him that it represents a
second present to be placed in
bis hands upon the completion of
the service required. And then
you will inform him that, subse-.
quently, if all goes well, he will
receive another draft, this time
for $20,000. I think you will
lie able to interest Mr. Jesson,
Ruby. ’ ’
The girl sat silent, thoughful.
”1 see,” she said finally. Jes
son is to be sent out in Marsh’s
last hope to find a pass through
the Pink Ildls. But lie will
not find the pass. As /. reward
for his lad eyesight he is to re
rcive, in throe payments, $33,
000- That about states it,
With the most admirable
precision,” agreed 1) e r o n x.
“Five thousand to enlist his in
terest. Ten thousand as a re
ward when he returns from the !
lilnek llills with the news that
the pass docs not exist. And,
f na’iy, $2 \0C0 when the roa 1 is
completed through my lands. I
believe in doing things in a big
“ Yes, I see you do,” said the
girl. “That’s a lot of money,
Joe. But I don’t know. Sup
pose something went wrong. If
you care to call things by their
right names this is bribery.
What’s more your tampering
with a government job, Joe.
The government is as much in
terested in this road as if the
army was building it.”
“Nothing can go wrong,”
said Deroux, confidently. “Win
Jesson for me and the game is
“Ordinarily I would turn you
down,” said Ruby. “I’m n>
angel, but I haven’t much use
f<>i* crooks. There’s a chance
this isn’t as crooked as it looks
Ilell! I don’t care anyway. I'll
tell you straight, Joe, I want
money and want it bad. I’m
sick of this hell hole of Haller’s
I'd almost commit murder to get
back East and lead a decent life,
get married, maybe, and have
children. I wouldn’t make a
had mother, Joe. I’ve seen
enough bad <'nes t > know wind
a good one should be.
’ Then again I like this man
Jesson. 1 like the way he holds
himself above these pigs out
here, lie has class. Ilis being
engaged doesn’t count. I’ve
watched him and I’ve watched
the girl. I know my own sex,
Joe,1 and I know a little about
yours. They aren’t in love with
each other. They are just in
the habit of being engaged. She
has never felt love—doesn’t
know any more about it than a
baby—that girl, as for him, I
don’t know, playing a game, 1
reckon. Joe, you’re on. You
have always been straight with
me and I’ll play your game for
you. to the limit !”
CIJA1 I KK XVI
THE TEMPTING OF
MR. PETER JES30T
The strident night song of
North Platte had died away to
a nmrmur when Jesson finished
working over his maps. The
bursts of wild merriment from
The Arabian Nights bad long
.since quieted. The night birds
bad gone to roost. The main
street of the town was in dark
ness, relieved only by the flicker
ing oil lanterns, hung upon wide
Jesson went to the windcv
and peered into the blackness
There had been a flurry of snow
and the wind had left patches
upon the rutted street and the
plank sidewalks. It was cold
with a chill which crop, into the
big Imre room. He turned back
to the stove and fed the fire. He
was in no mood to sleep. Rest'
le.ssne.ss plucked at his nerves.
Things ivere in a devil of a
mess. He despised the place and
the people. A population of
boors in a wilderness utterly
barren of the ord'nary decen
cies of life. lie thought of the
months lie had compelled himself
to endure the society of men he
would not have tolerated in New
York. And these damned roughs
held themselves to be as good or
better than he! He yearned for
(New York as he had never
yearned for anything in his life
—for its orderly existence, its
regulated scheme of life, its com
fort;; and luxuries. He thought
of his clubs, comparing the
wretched street of this wretched
hamlet with the majestic march
of Fifth Avenue.
What was the good of it, this
miserable exile among savages?
What was he getting out of it
all? Was it worth while to sub
mit to such daily discomfort of
mind and body merely for the
sake of winning a possible for
tune? He was beginning to think
himself a complete fool. Much
better to have remained in New
York and taken his chance along
pleasanter avenues of ambition.
Something would have turned
up. There were girls with, mon
ey, more money than Miriam was
likely to have, the way things
were going. His mind evaded
tin* conclusion but he was be
gining to suspect that the girl’s
attraction for him had palled.
Now, that girl lie had seen
talking to Deroux and later that
he had observed in Haller’s—
there >vas a slip of femininity t >
rouse a fellow’s blood. What a
fiery litte devil she was, this
Ruby! Sinuous, provocative, eyes
that lured and dared in the
same slow glance! And a beauty
if lie was a judge! Thoroughbred
in the girl, somewhere, however
she derived the strain- Small
head like a racehorse, skin like
pink flushed marble, a figure •
for a sculptor. He wondered
who she was, where she came
from. Could it be possible for
such r, girl, a dance hall girl to
keep straight? Was Dercux tell
ing the truth?
“What possible difference
could it make to me, one way or
the other!” he asked himself in
Neverless his thoughts kept
returning to Ruby. Pictures of
the girl passed through his mind
—her catlike grace as she boxed
the ears of the laughing Deroux;
her fisrce eyes, darting sparks
of rage as she h a; ed back from
the ugly brute in Haller’s and
shot, to kill; her red, scornful
mouth; the whole fasinating fig
ure of her. Yes, he would take
the trouble to make the acquaint
ance of this girl! He had yet to
see the woman he could not in
terest when he set about the
task. Then his eyes fell upon an
open letter from his father’s
old friend and legal adviser,
Charles Carter, and he cursed
softly, lie picked it up from
the table and read the paragraph
which had spoiled the day for
“And I tell you frankly, Mr.
.lesson, there is no other way.
Dempsey threatens to make the
whole thing public unless you
pay him the ten thousand for
which he holds your note of
hand. He is a shrewd fellow but
very vindictive. If he can’t get
his money he will not hesitate to
ruin you. lie will brand you,
he tells me, as a welsher in every
club in New York. 1 do not
need to point out what that
would mean. I do not like to re
mind you of advice ignored, but
you will remember that I cau
tioned you against your inclina
tion to gamble far beyond your
j Quits Dancing
I IfT^'TIT^TiHfT -,rTifl8fti;fLMi .v m* n i.i g
Lydia Lopokova, famous
Russian dancer, will never
dance again, according to her
announcement after she be
came the bride of John May
nard Keynes, economist, in
London. (Inti Nsrl.)
‘‘Dempsey’s ultimatum is that
you must pay the note within
lliree months from this date or
suffer the consequences. I have
no other recourse than to advise
you to find the money- For
your father’s sake I would
aid you if it were possible. Un
fortunately, it is not possible.
Ail of mv resources are engaged
for ;i long time to conic. You
must find the money yourself.
Surely, with your present con
nections, you should be able to
raise $10,000 within the next
“The damned blackleg!” said
•lesson, aloud. “ I swear 1 think
T was bilked in his cursed estab
lishment! But what’s the use?
Carter is right. Th > rote ha?
got to le paid, Ihough the dev 1
himself knows how!”
lie sank into a black reverie,
lie might as well he ealled upon
In raise a million in three months
as ten thousand, lie knew that
not one of the old set back in
•own wo;Ad be likely to let him
! ave that amount. The th ug! t
knifed him that not one of them
"sted him enough for that.
Marsh? Out of the question.
Marsh was one of those damned
!!. 0‘chmen who always wanted
explanations. This thing would
n’t stand explaining, lie shiv
ered. ’file fire had gone out in
the stove and the room was like
a tomb. Arising he shook him
self, got himself into his fur coat,
lie turned down and blew out
the lamp flame
With hi.s left arm clutching a
portfolio of reports, he threw
open the door, stepping out up
on the slippery sidewalk, lie
was turning to insert the key
when a small and rapidly mov
ing figure violently collided
with him in the darkress. lie
heard a harp cry of pain and
whirled about to find a girl,
swathed in furs, at his feet. He
stooped and raised her, holding
her tightly to him.
' It’s my ankle,’” she said
with a catch in her voice. “I
have wren lied it, 1 ’m afraid
1 am terribly sorry, but 1 doubt
it 1 can use it. You may have
to help me to my boarding house.
It isn’t far.”
She lay w.1.,1 i his arms, hei
face tilted back, her lips near
1 is. .lessen felt the blood leap
ing through his veins. He knew
that voice with its drawl. Even
n the poor light he recognized
the charming, impudent fare- lie
held her even closer and she
seemed to nestle ?nore firmly
against his protecting arm.
Con.inued Next We-jk.
The station agent of Hawkinsvd’e,
Ga., is the sponsor of a new fi <h story.
I'ecently, he says, it was necessary to
clean out the tender tank of one of the
locomotives of the line. Watchers were
surprised to observe a lb-inch carp
come tumbling out of the waste pipe.
As the water comes from tho river
n-nrb>, it w i„ surmised the fish might
have been pumped through t’.e small
supply pipes. Considering th ■ size of
the fish, and that ihe tank had not
b-.en cleaned for two years, it woul i
sfom that (he carp 11 * 11 been living in
the tank for some time, feeding on the
sedmeni in the water.
Cultivation of the cassava nlant lor
the manifac'urn o starch will soon V*
st a'ted in the t-'hUlnpine s.
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