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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 16, 1906)
" I DQ A New Magazine for You I am bringing: out another new magazine that you will come pretty close to liking. I wouldn't be surprised if it hit you harder than anything in the shape of a magazine you have ever seen. There isn't much style to it, but it has the stuff in it that you and everybody else will want to read. It is called The Two Vanrevels By BOOTH TARKINGTON, Author of "The Gentleman from Indiana" nnd "Monsieur Deiucalre Copyright, 1002, hy S. S. McClure Co. kV T)Cr cro N fe -T& (OSTINlimJ.) Miss Hotly liiitl mi impression that her grandmother' art of portraiture would have been more sucessful with tho proille than the "full face." Never theless, nothing eoiihl he more (''early indicated than that the hair of M. i Meilhac wan very yellow ami his short, ; huge hipoled waistcoat white, striped with scarlet. An enormous cravat covered his chin; the heavy collar of Ills yellow coat rose hehlml his ears, 'while Its tails fell to his ankles, and the tight trousers of whlto and yellow stripes were tied with white ribbons nhout the middle of the calf. lie wore' white stockings and gold buckled yel low shoes nnd on the back of his head a Jauntily cocked blnck hat. Miss Hotly Innocently wondered why his letters did not speak of Petlon, of Vergnlaud or of Dumorlez, since In the historical novels which she read the hero's lot was Inevitably linked with that of every one of importance in Ills generation. Yet Georges ap peared to have been unacquainted with these personages. Robespierre being the only name of consequence mentioned in his letters, and then it appeared in much the same fashion practiced by her father In alluding to the governor of the state, who had tho misfortune to be uupopular with Mr. Carewe. Hut this did not dim her great-uncle's luster in Miss Hetty's eyes or lessen for her the pathetic romance of tho smile he wore. Heholdlng tills smile, one remember ed the end to which his light footsteps had led 1dm, nnd it was unavoidable to picture 1dm left lying In the empty street behind tho heels of tho dying crowd, carefully forming that same smile on his lips and taking much pride In passing with some small, cyn ical speech, murmured to himself, con cerning the inutility of a gentleman's getting shot by his friends for merely j being present to applaud them. So, fancying him thus with his yellow hair, ) his scarlet striped waistcoat and his j tragedy, tho young girl felt a share of ' family greatness or at least of plctur esqueness descend to her, and sho smiled sadly back upon the smile in the picture and dreamed about its orig inal night after night. Whether or no (mother figure, that of a dark young man In a white hat, with n whlto kitten etching Ills wrist In red, found place in her dreams at tills period it Is impossible to determine. She did not sec him again. It Is quite another thing, hazardous to venture, to state that he did not sec her. At all events, It is certain that many people who had never beheld her were talking of bar; that Uoueu was full of contention con cerning her beauty and her gift of mu- the pale face lurked something reck less, something of tho actor, too; and, though his smile was gentle aud wist ful, there was a twinkle behind It not seen at llrst, something amused and Impish; a small surprise underneath, like a Ilea In a rose Jar. ( Fixed to the spot by this apparition, i Miss Hetty stood wildly staring, her I straining eyelids showing the white above and below the lar,' e brown Iris. Her breath came faster and deeper until between her parted lips It be- came vocal in a quick sound like a sob. ' At that he spoke. "Forgive me!" The voice was low. vibrant and so exceedingly musical that he might linvc been accused of i J "Don't come near" uhc gasped. coolly selecting his best tone; and It be came only sweeter when, even more softly, in u semiwhlsper of almost cru cial pleading, ho said, "Ah, don't go away!" In truth she could not go. She had been too vitally stirred. She began to tremble excessively and sank back up on tho bench, motioning him away with vague gestures of her shaking hands. This was more than the incroyabio had counted upon and far from his de sires, lie started forward, with an ex clamation. "Don't come near!" she gasped. "Who arc you? Go away!" "Give me ouo second to expinln," he began, but witli the Instant reassur ance of this beginning she cut him off short, her fears dispelled by his com- mouplace. Nay, Indignation displaced them so quickly that she fairly Hashed up before him to her full height. . Vmt illil nnf oninn In lit- llin I'llfo!" sic. for a song can be hear 1 through fihe cHod w,mt do moan by an open window. And how did It hap- coni, her(J ,u Mmt drcM? wmt r, ht pen that Cralley Gray knew that it . ... .,,.. was Miss (Jarewe's habit to stroll in her garden for half an hour or so each evening before retiring and that sho went to mass every morning soon aft er sunrise? Cralley Gray never rose at or near sunrise in his life, though he sometimes beheld it from another point of view, as the end of the even ing. It appears that some one must have told him. i "Just one word," he begged quickly, but very gently. "You'd allow a street beggar that much!" I She stood before him panting nnd, as he thought, glorious in her Hush of youth and anger. Tom Vanrevel had painted her incoherently, but richly iu spite of that, his whole heart being in the portrait, and Cralley Gray had smiled at what lie deemed tho exuir- One night when the moon lay whlto BoratIon of an ordinarily uuimpres- on the trees and housetops Miss Hetty paused iu her evening promenade and seated herself upou a bench on tho borders of the garden, wrought upon by tho tender Incentive to sighs and melancholy which youth iu loneliness finds In a loveliness of the earth, for what reason sho could not have told, since sho was without euro or sorrow that she kuew except tho French revo lution, yet tears hIioiio upou tho long lashes. Site shook (hem off aud looked tip with a sudden odd consciousness. The next second sho sprang to her feet with n gasp and a choked outcry, her hands pressed to her breast. Ten paces in front of her a gap In the nhrubberj where tall trees rose left n fltnall radiant area of Illumination like sionablc man who had fallen iu love "at first sight," yet in the presence of tho reality the incroyabio decided that Tom's colors had been gray nnd hum ble. "If you have auythlng to say for yourself, say It quickly!" said Miss Betty. "You were singing a while ago," ho answered somewhat huskily, "and I stopped on the street to listen; then I came hero to be nearer. The spell of your voice" Ho broke off abruptly to change tho word. "Tho spoil of tho song canio over me it Is my dearest favorite so that I stood afterward in a sort of trance, only hearing again In the silence 'The stolen heart, like tho leathered rose, will bloom but for n that of a limelight In n theater, its brll- day,. 1 dl(1 not Bec you unt you camo liancy intensltied by the dark foliage to ... beucl, You must believe mo. behind. It was open to view only from the beuch by which sho stood, and ap peared, Indeed, like the stage of a little theater, a stage occupied by a bizarre figure. For, In the center of this Bhln- I would not have frightened you for anything In the world." "Why ure you wearing that dress?" Ho laughed nnd pointed to where, behind him on the ground, lay a long Ti 9 J K 1 Il t& fen 0 w jTlff"- ' I""1" "' IHII' r Illl II 1 1 1 II 111 IIILIIMMB IH1lM.llllia.l sg f& ofefsgl35a 3SSS a---WMJHMMMHEHN Something New in Magazine Making THE SCRAP BOOK is the most elastic thing that ever happened in the way of a magazine, elastic enough to carry anything from a tin whistle to a battleship. Kvery thing that appeals to the human brain and human heart comes within its compass fiction, which is the backbone of periodical circulation; biography, review, philosophy, science, art, poetry, wit, humor, pathos, satire, the weird, the mvstical everything that can be classified and everything that cannot be classified. A paragraph, a little bit, a saying, an editorial, a joke, a maxim, an epigram. Nothing: Like It in the World There isn't anything iu the world just like THE SCRAP BOOK. It is an idea on which we have been working for several years, and for which we have been gathering materials. We have bought hundreds aud hundreds of soap books from all over the country, some of them a century old, and are still buying them. From these books we are gathering and classifying an enormous number of gems, and facts and figures, and historical and personal bits that are of rare value. Furthermore, we have a corps of peo ple ransacking libraries, leading all the current publications, the leading daily papers, aud digging out curious and quaint facts and useful facts and figures from reference book, cyclopedia, etc., etc. Don't fail to get a copy of this first issue of THE SCRAP BOOK. It sells at the price at which all our other maga zines sell Ten Cents a Copy and One Dollar by the Year. On all news stands or from the publisher FRANK A. MUNSEY, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York Ing patch, with tho light strong on his rnv Inilk Iinmi .,,,,. ...... hpfm tns. face, was standing a fair haired young ed a wblto mHk .Tm ou my way to iuhu unawuu 1 u yuiiiw wmr, u Hcnriui tho nm8auernde," ho answered, with and white striped wnlstcoast, wearing an nry gestHro, .r,n all mcroyable, ! a jauntily cocked black hat on his head you see, nnd I had tho costume mado And even to tho last detail, the ribbon from my recollection of a sketch of , laces abovo tho anklo and the gold your great-uncle. I saw It a long time buckled sliocs, ho was the sketch of ngo In your library." Georges Mollhac sprung Into life. Miss Carowo's accustomed polso was About this slender figure thero hung quite recovered-Indeed, sho was as- a wan sweetness like a lino mist, al- touished to discover a distinct trnco of most an ethereality In that light; yet in disappointment that tho brilliant ap parition must offeF so fnnieT ah expla nation. What he said was palpably the truth. Thero was a masquerade , that night, she knew, at the Madrll-: Ions', a little way up Carewe street, ( and her father had gone an hour earll-' er, a blue domino over his arm. The incroyable was a person of al most magical perceptiveness. He felt tho let-down Immediately and feared a failure. This would not do. The at titude of tension between them "must he renewed at once. "You'll forgive me?" he began In a quickly impassion ed tone. "It was only after you sang n dream possessed me, and" "I cannot stay to talk with you," Miss Betty Interrupted and added with a straightforwardness which mado him afraid she would prove lamentably di rect, "I do not know yon." She turned toward tho house, where upon he gave a little pathetic exclama tion of pleading In a voice that was masterly, being as sincere as It was musical, and he took a few leaning steps toward her, both hands out stretched, "One moment more!'' he cried as sho turned again to him. "It mny he tho one chance of my life to speak with j you. Don't deny mo this. All the rest j will meet you when the happy evening comes, will dance with you, talk with you, see you when they like, listen to ! you sing. I alone must hover about tho gates or steal like a thief Into your garden to hear you from a distance. Listen to mo Just this onco for a mo ment." ! "I cannot listen," sho said firmly, and with a whisk of her skirts and a foot fall on tho gravel path she was gone. I He stood dumfounded, poor comedian, having come to play tho chief role, but to 11 ud the sceno tnken out of his hands. CHAPTER III. HOSE angels appointed to be guardians of tho merry people of Rouen, poising one night be- tiHffiSHil tween earth amFstars, discov ered a single brilliant and resonant spot, set In tho midst of tho dark, quiet town like a Jeweled music box on a black cloth, for that night was the be ginning of Miss Betty's famous career as the belle of ltoueu and was the date from which strangers were to hear of her as "tho beautiful Miss Carewe" un til "beautiful" was left off, visitors to the town being supposed to have heard at least that much before they came. There had been much discussion of her, though only one or two had caught glimpses of her, but most of the gal lants appeared to agree with Cralley Cray, who aired his opinion in an ex ceedingly casual way at tho little club on Main street. Mr. Gray held that when the daughter of a man as rich as Bob Carewe was heralded as a beauty tho chances were that she would provo disappointing, and, for his part, ho was not even interested enough to attend and Investigate. Ho ho was going down tho river in a canoo and preferred tho shyness of bass to that of a girl of eighteen Just from the convent, ho snld. Tom Vanrevel was not present on tho occasion of theso remarks, and the gen eral concurrence with Cralley may bo suspected as a purely verbal one, since when the evening camo two of tho most enthusiastic dancers and lovemakers of tho town, tho handsomo Tappingbam Marsh aud that doughty ex-dragoon and Indian fighter, stout old General Trumble, were upon tho field before tho enemy appeared that Is to say, they were in tho new ballroom before their host; Indeed, the musicians had not ar rived, and Nelson, an aged negro serv itor, was engaged In lighting the house. The crafty pair had planned tills ear ly descent with n view to monopoly by right of priority In caso tho game prov ed worth tho candle, and they were leaning effectively against tho little railing about the musicians' platform when Mr. Carowo entered the room with his daughter on his arm. Sho was in whlto touched with count less small lavender flowers. Thero were rows and rows of wonderf uT sMc and lace flounces on her skirt, and her fan hung from n ropo of great pearls. Ah, hideous, blue rough cloth of tho convent, unforgottcn, but laid asldo forever, what a chrysalis you werel Tapplngham twitched his compan ion's sleeve, but the general was al ready posing, and neither heard tho words of presentation, because Miss Betty gave each of them a quick look, then smiled upon them as they bowed. The slayers wore prostrated beforo their prey. Never were lady killers more instantaneously tamed and subju gated by the power of the feminine eye. Will Cummlngs came In soon, aud, almost upon his heels, Eugcno Madrlllon nnd young Prank Chcno weth. No others appeared for half an hour, and the five gentlemen looked at one another aside, each divining his own diplomacy In ills fellow's eye, nnd each laboriously explaining to the oth ers his own mistake In regard to tho hour designated upon Mr. Carewc's cards of invitation. This small embar rassment, however, did not prevent General Trumble aud young Mr. Chen oweth from coming to high words over Miss Carewe's littlo gilt filigree "pro gramme" of dances. (To b Continued ) Resume Athletic Relatione. Lincoln, Feb. 13. Tho University of Kansas basketball team defeated tho Nebraska flvo by a score of 37 to 17. Tho gamo marked tho resumption of athletic relations between the two universities, broken off two yeara ago. Cracksmen Blow Open Postoffice 8afe. Lincoln, Fob. 12. Cracksmen blew open tho safo of tho poBtoillco at Col logo View, tho Adventist college su burb of Lincoln, and secured $700 worth of stamps and $8 In money. Tho safo was blown to pieces nnd tho building damaged. Bloodhounds aro on the trail of tho robbers, who aro thought to bo Lincoln men. 7