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Romance! Thrilll Action! in
The Heart of
© Wetona 2
Tony Wells Walks Into a Trap From Which There
Is No Escape.
Novelized from the Frohinan-Be
lasco production of George Scarbor
ough's play, now running at the Ly
ceum cheater, New York. Copyright,
1916, International News Service,
By ANNE LISLE.
UT Quannah had brought him-
B self back from the visioning ta
the actual presence. His tone
was peremptory. “Stay here'!” &
With cool insolence Towy turned In
the very door of the guest room.
“What is it, chief?”
- "You no like Chickasha, huh?” spat
out tha chief.
“If anybody gave you that town
you'd be stuck.”
“When you at Chickasha--las—'"
. "Um-—six weeks or two months
ago.”
“Where vou-—ten days ago— Friday
afternoon?”
For a moment something in the
chief's manner struck across Tony's
consclousness with sinister portent,
but he had no thought of letting a
“damn” Indian mense his fear. *1
don't keep a dlary. Maybe | was on
at the Post. Why?"
Quannah's drooping mouth—the
mnuth of sorrow--lifted in a grim
sneer. And his eves glittered with
hatred. “Nice roads out around
Chickasha-fine prairie—plenty flow
ars—good place for soldier to ride
with girl to make love to um-—huh?”
“Sounds good enough for anybody,”
sald Tony Wells. But at that mo
ment it did not sound particularly in-
Witing.
Slowly Quannah wove his web |
around the man before him. step h_vi
step he brought his evidence to bhear
~avidence which went to-show th-t]
the man who had ridden on the prai- |
. rie was a soldier, even though he had |
never acknowledged it. f
“Livery man say as soldier tixhl-n’
up saddle girth he notice ring on lit
tle finger of man vhr;\nv his mmo’
John Wilk—snake withh red stone for.
oyes.”
Hye to eye the two men faced neh!
other—and then with a smile of cool
- bravado Tony -w the chief the
ring hs wore on his own little finger.
“If these ringa are getting that com
mon-<think I'll throw mine away,” he
laughed lightly, i
Something ke a snarl twisted its
Way across Quannah’'s face. But
mwolh did not waver., “Is that
all, o ™he asked Indifferently.
“Yes-—for now.”
“If 1 happen to see soldier Witk I'll
tell him you want to see him.”
And with a light nod of dismissal
Tony started for the door of the guest
room. In a whirl of movement the
Chief rushed to the firepiace, seized a
from the rack above it and, rals
his weapon like a war club,
after Tony.
[MR Toul® Alo erie s
you'!" the spring with
which l.l'l.ral. nin'lu !'bo gun and
descent, rly overlapped
mat.
Quannah lowered the &u‘ sur
rendered it to Hardin. he faced
the J" with sarcasm and contempt.
“Huh! 8o it Is Tony!"
“Steady, Quannah'” cried Hardin.
“Quannah steady. T no hit. What
XM 9t to say now, John Wilk*™
y Tony Is Trapped.
M“hnl the ehm"nn an at
rt -"n:'cflnl ference, but
: Was utterly crestfallen. “Why,
chief—aince she has spoken, 1 have
nothing to say—axcept —that for sev
oral reasons—l wasn't ready to be
g- yet—but now-—oh, of course,
sorry *
Wetona selzed Tony's band and
made the littie explanation which, to
her way of thinking, coversd the sit
uation. But the chief was not satis
fied with the promise that Hardin
would divorce the r and Tony mar
-2y her. In his philosophy, when a
man loved & woman enough to want
1o make her his wife and the mother
‘ by disgrace from which anoth
- When & primitive man controls
: rfll he is most dangerous Har
" reoognised that Quannah's
Shesring superiority was fraught
_With far more evil portent for Tony
4 Bis aheer rage had held. He in
! . in order to remind the chief
3 wan dominating t
#ituat fi sort of talk dom't
matters any.” sald he,
i ik not ba Quannah’'s way!™ re.
fumed the Indian, brushing aside
ism #0 With me—Johs Wilk® We
et Ttaroin 1
- Pt WAR not s lghtly te e
- from the situation. With
r movement, he forced Tony
. Foest room and closed the
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door after him, and with a second he
restrained Quannah from following.
“This is my affair now. You'll not
make a solitary move without my
permission,” he grdered, tersely.
“Quannah be guided by his own
consclence.”
“You'll do as 1 tell you. Ah, Quan
nah, what your little daughter needs
now {8 a father and not a judge!”
Hardin's voice was not to be denied;
but the Indian refused to recognize
any claim but that of justice and a
broken moral law.
“She not Quannah's daughter any
more!” he said, harshly.
“Yes, she is; and you still love
her!"” ’
“I drive her from my heart!” |
“You've tried;,but you can't do it,
because you love her!” ‘
The chief drew himself up proudly.
loove seemed to him a weak and
shameful thing-—and he was chief of
the Comanches.
“Father!” sounded a pleading
voice. And a sob fought its way
from Wetona's struggling heart.
‘“Come! Take her in your strong
2rms and let her know that from this
'moment your love fights for her and
not against her,” sald John Hardin.
t"And the joy that will bring her ach
%ln‘ little heart will heal all your
wounds.”
! Quannah Relents.
' Welona waited with her arms
’nrewhod out in desperate, half
‘frlghtencd' appeal. Harsh and stern
stoood Quannah llke a figure cdarved
in granite. Then suddenly the mus
cles which were holding his mouth
to firmness twitched and a harsh cry
that was almost a sob burst from his
lips.
His strong arms reached out sud
denly and he drew Wetona to him.
With awkward fingers he caressed
her as If he were afraid that his
gnaried and toll-worn hands might
give her a moment of pain.
“Wetona—Wetona!” sounded the
broken volce of the Father. “Doan
think Quannah no love because he
harsh. No cry any more my little
usoou. My litle papoose!”
uannah’s volce sank to a croon
~and Wetona nestied happily in the
strength of his arms. Perhaps in
that moment John Hardin knew that
fate had forced him to trave] such a
hard road just that he might be where
he was this night.
All the repressed love of the
agonizing week he had gone through
sSwayed Quannah for a moment as
he held Wetona :xo. And then in
the power of his test moment the
Chief rose above his pride and turned
slowly to Hardin,
“Quannah do you big wrong. He
sorry. Hardin is better man than
Quannah. "
Only the truly noble can be hon
estly humble—and Quannah was a
ruler of men!
The Indian 3‘o( knew from what
depths of suffering that apology was
wrung. “There is no better man than
Quannah,” said he.
And so the friendship between two
men who were an honor to Okla
homa was quietly sealed for all time.
Then Quannah called to Ragle and
Passequa and Cochise In their hid
ing places about the house, and or
dered them (o summon the head men
to the council tent, that Qmuh{
might tell them the truth. |
~_To Hardin he gave his explanation.
“You man of honor, she your wife—
Quannah wait little while for you to
settle with soldier—if l{u not —Quan -
“I:El own honor tell him what to
And_quietly the Chier left them
there and went 10 the council of his
people.
At once Wetona's fears leaped Into
baing. She knew Tonys danger. She
knew the Indian law—and what the
rites on the prairie meant. Hut so
cl was her faith In the man she
married that all her fears for
Tony vanished when Hardin promised
to protect him. And John Hardin
knew that ha would guard that prom
ise with fi Hife—if need be.
The immediate need of Wetona's
heart was that Tony should assure
Hardin of his love for her. She did
not analyse her reasons for want
ing John Hardin to believe in Tony,
but she knew that she could not
bear to have him doubt her lovers
. And suddenly Tony seemed
%m his Jove
aver Perbape the
W of danger In loving
W made her seem aven mare
desirable to young Wells.
(Yo Be Continued Tomeorrew.)
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NOTHER horrifying tragedy of the type that occurs every year
A at the opening of the Spring Dear season has startled Loveland.
Dan Chubby and Ais bosom friend and twinkling twin, Danlel
Dumpsey, started Into the world yesterday morning after the timid Dear.
There was a glory of sun overhead and sweetsmelling grass underfoot,
and as the two friends drifted deep into the Jungls they each took off
shoots of the maln trail, and separated with a last beaming smile and
a fat handwave.
Dan Chubby was visible to his friend for many minutes over the
tops of the waving grasses, by reason of his waving one yellow curl
that bobbed In the sun—a silken ring. If Danlel Dumpsey had only
known that this was why! He would never have—but there, alack!
Where were we, anyhow? Oh, well—in the byways and the recesses,
“p hill and down hollow, across sunny opens and through dim, sweet.
Romance Carved in Wood
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
HE enormous popularity of mov.-
T fes is an outgrowth of one of
the strongest Instinots of sav
ages—the love of seeing stories and
traditions represented In images and
plctures. Sometimes the savage sup
plies, as well as he can, the element
of motion by having his images car
ried about In procession
But he s well content If he oan
have the pletured stories always In
some conspicuous place before his
eyes. The totem pole offers an op
portunity for pletorial representgtion
that has been fully Improved among
lu-odn» Alaska Indian tribes,
| The curved poles, as Lisutenant
CGeorge T. Emmons points out in the
‘Ma Museum Journal preserve
hot only legends and traditions. but
much of the life history of the tribes.
| \‘ml-wmn'umo!un‘
Taimshian Indlans, who seem 1o pos
;-.nmummu-am.ua'
whose artists have sometimes been
smployed by other neighboring !fltu.]
LAsutenant Emmons says: “These
stories told in wood go back to the.
tUme when men and animals were
supposed 16 be very close to one an
other, when they intermarried, and
saw sach other under a spell of
witchery that made all appear hu.
man, except that the animals wore
conts of fur which they could, at will,
remove and appear in human form, or
Put on and become as animales”
Some of the wooden columns con
tain several stortes told in oarved fig
ures. iike the one shown in the photo
eraph. which records no less than four
?Mfilhmnml
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lu'“mmmu oo in he
l&m Museum of Natursl il'a-‘l
%mumwu
old Indian to Lieutenant Emmons are
full of imaginative power, and are
£ood, in their way, as the legends of
any other primitive moes, and not in«
ferior to some of the “folk: stories™
that we have all of us listened to with
delight when we were childrfh. For
instance, take this story®of the moun
tain goats:
A long time ago, when the Kitksan
tribe lived on the upper Skeena River,
“befors the great oo™ which dis
persed them, they used to go, after the
end of the saimon season, to & great
mountain, where they hunted moun
tain goats. On one of these occasions,
when there was & great slaughter of
Do You Know That—
The Copyright Office s one of the
sow Government Institutions which pays
s own way. In 1915 its expenses were
T 100.580, and fTess received were §5.343
more than that amount
S 9
The Anal prohibition of pubile gam.
Bing in Riam has been decided upon
The lotteries have aivendy been closed.
and the gambling houses will be shut
Sradually during the next twe years
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Several bundred women have Just
taken up the work of cleaning the
Sirests In Liverposl. They are taking
the places of men who have jJoined the
Ay, and are sald by the oldest em-
Ployess in the department 16 be as of
felent as the men.
® &0
Maore than a thousand women are em.
ployed in geaning the streets in Vienns
At Jeast half the men I 8 the stredts
depariment have foft their posts Most
of them are in the arms, the sthers
have obiained mors luerative werk
The samen whe take their sinces re
teive the wame rates of pay--fram &
AR 10 W 8 denis & ey
smelling naves of green shadow the rwo cnums Staißed tneir prey for
an hour,
Peering over a thicket of breast-high foliage, Daniel Dumpsey dis
cerned a glinting stir from over the tips of a wall of dancing grasses.
He shut one eye. The thing caught the sun, jiggled up and down. Plain
ly the creature it was on was moving. And the eye of the mellowed
bunter knew it for the color of the ringlets of his game!
With the shine of the waving thing glistening just & notch below the
tip of his arrow, he plucked the string and loosed.
And up from the beloved hoad of his chum, Dan Chußby, who rose
into the air with a screech, flew the topknot ringlet! And poor, terror
stricken Daniel stood in grief with his bow humming !n his hand. An
other tragedy added to the long list that has already opened the Dear
‘season. Dan Chubby is golng about with & nubbin of hair on his crown
like the stubby tuft between a burro's ears! And somewhere & Dear
laughs under her garden bat. ~NELL BRINKLEY.
Garrett P. Servise Writes About Qfl %
Stories 2{ a l’mnlp on Alaskan Totem Poles
Roats, & young man who had taken
some red paint along to paint his ar
rows for good luck, caught a kid
whose life he spared, setting it free
after having painted its horns red.
The next spring two white-blanket.
ed strangers appeared in the village,
who excused thomselves for refusing
the hospitable offers of the Indians to
foast on goats’ flesh and other food,
but whs very cordially invited the
whole community to visit their (the
strangers” village, offering to serve
a 8 guides 7
The invitation was scoepted, and
the next momning sverybody set out
under the lead of the strangers. They
R RIS,
A large number of weed pulp factories
In the north of Hweden tave bdeen
foreed to shut down on account of the
Searcity tof tonnage and the esorbitant
freight mtes prevailing
e 9 9
Owing 16 the refussl of the members
of the Dockery’ Union 1o work with
women, all the female helpers recently
employed by the Liverpesl Doek Com
misston have been withdrawn
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The newspaper Now Mellan, of Ath.
one, saye that & woaden cannon is heing
erectad in Constantinople for knocking
In nalls In return for fees whioh will
Do given te charity. the same as was
done with the Hindgnburg statoes in
Germany. s
Reporta that the Chiness Government
Whs planning to incresse the price of
SR cmused moach JlNeßtiofaction ameng
the massen, atdd 1 has heon onsounend
by the Govermment that 8o change will
be made Sali s & Government monep
sy, ander the codivection of the N
meam Government and refveseniat ves of
foruign powers whioh medd & oas ®ith
eMR G S a 8 Secwlviy
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright, 1916, Interpatiomal News Service.
IR TThilirm
crossed the river and dhhdml
great mountain until they reached
what seemed to be a broad, level
place, in the midst of which stood a
feast house, :
The visitors enjoyed a great ban
quet, and then the chief of their hosts
mummdn.mm
repeating the words: “1T am shaking
my houfs over the mountaln side ™
and at that the rock seemed to open
and close again. But the Indians
thought I* was all magie intended for
therr entertalnment, and when night
came on they went to slesp on the
outer adge of the platform on benches
prepared for them.
Put the young man who had spared
the kid was drawn aside by & youns
stranger, who had his face painted
rod, and who asked him to share his
sleeping bench on the other side of
the pistform.
In the middie of the night the
strangers rose in silence and pushed
their visitors over the precipice, and
they were dashed to pleces. Only the
young man was spared, and In the
morning when he hecame awsre of the
sad fate of his friends his protector
Sasured him that he need have ne
soar, and, taking off his shoes, which
seeme] 1o be hoofe, and putting them
on the young hunter's feet, told him
1o Jump feariessly from ciift 1o Nin
Aesconding the mountain. and when
he reached the base to take off the
shoss and lsave them in & certaln
place where their owner could find
them agatin
A notable point In this story s the
reference to “the great cold” which in
ancient times had dlepereed the .
ple. Mere seems 10 b & surviving
tradition which may ren back 1o an
oaknown astiquity In the history of
that of (he world. presctving »
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The Struggles of
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A Little Sunshine Breaks Into the Somber Home 6f
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By Virginia Terhuhe Van De
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' CHAPTER XXVIII.
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.)
YRA WEBB thought of her
new story with a nervousness
that was almost feverish.
At first, after her talk with her
husband, she wondered if she could
undertake the piece of work she had
discussed with Perry Martin over
their luncheon at Duquesne's. She
feared that she could not rid herself
of the painful recollection of Horace's
disapproval of his wounded look when
she had reminded him that her stories
and articles brought money into the
family.
She resolved that she would never
to say such a thing as this to him
a.!un. - If he did not appreciate the
dignity of her work, she must do it
without his knowledge — that was
all. ; '
“If the iron be blunt, one must
put to it the more strength,” she
whispered as she mused on this sub
ject.
If her husband was out of sym
pathy with her efforts she could
nevertheless put so much thought and
endeavor into each task that she
would triumph in spite of circum
stances. Surely to make good in the
face of intangible discouragements
was nobler and finer than to suc
ceed when everything helped one on
to success,
Was it not for Horace and Grace
that she was doing all these things—
because she loved them and yearned
to make life easier for them? She
was not laboring for thanks, but for
the good of those she loved. It would
be a poor kind of affection that could
not serve the beloved objects without
continual expregsions of thelr ap
proval.
Grace returned from the dinner at
the Dakines happy and enthusiastic.
Myra was in bed reading, while Hor
%uco was writing in the living room,
and Grace came to her mother to tell
her about her pleasant evening. |
A Delightful Company. |
“There were several delightful peo.
ple at the dinner,” she said, os” de
lightful that 1 actually furgot that I
was a poor school-teacher.* They
talked about the kind of things that
interest me most. I want to have
them here before long, mother. 1 am
sure we could manage a pretty dinner
of eight persons, even in our tiny
dining room, couldn't we?
“l am sure we could, dear,” Myra
agreed. She did not add “but what
about the expense ™
Yet Grace seemed to read her un
spoken thought. |
“l am supposing, of course, that
you made some plans today which
will pay you enough to allow us to
splurge a littie. You did—didn't you?™
“I bope so, dear,” the mother toid
her. “l am going to try to start on a
new plece of work tomorrow ™
“Will it take long to do 17" |
“I hope not. You see. 1 have not
yet learned to compose on the type
writer, and | am only learning siow-
Iy to copy my manuscripts.”
“But you are glad you took my ad
vice and hired a machine, aren't
you™ the girl queried,
“Yeu, 1 am” Myra acknowledged.
“It will save me money eventually, 1
am sure”
Grace started to speak, hesitated,
then went on. “Mother, 1 did not tell
you, but | have learned to use a
typewriter. Yes, I have,” In reply to
her mother's astonished exclamation.
“I was afraid that teaching might
fail, #0 1 took lessons In stenography
and typewriting.
“If you like, I might copy some of
your stories for you, ilf 1 can make
time. Of course™ she added, “that is
A& big 8" for 1 am about as busy as
any girl ought to be. Ryl if you can
not learn 1o operate yYour own ma
chine, 1 oan heip you out In tight
places ™
. “Thank you, dear. You are a won
der, Grace”—the mother meant the
admiring speech—"and | am very
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me, If {need your assistance, I will
let you know.”
Grace Is Obliging.
“While I un'perfeegly willing to de
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ly think you should practice on your
machine until you can master it.
Even though your work is not as im
portant as mine, still I am sure that
you feel you can do it better than
anyone else could—just as 1 feel
about teaching my own classes.™
“I understand,” Myra replied.
“Well, good-night,” Grace said. *1
must get to bed, and you should be
asleep.™ '
“The mother lay thinking after her
daughter had left her., It was kind of
Grace to offer to help her, but the
parent knew that she could not ac
cept the offer.
~ In the first place, she would not be
able to put her best thoughts én pa
per if she was conscious that Grace's
eyes were to read them before they
‘were in cold type. She dreaded her
daughter’'s critieism,
Besides that—and here she set har
teeth and tried not to mind too much
—Grace, like Horace, seemed to feel
that the work that the wife and
mother was doing was trivial com
pared with their own money-making
occupations. Would these two never
see that writing was not a pastime,
but a serious labor?
Yet how fine it was of Grace to
have studied stenography on her own
initiative in case she should fail in
ker teaching! But she would not
fail. She was not the kind to do
this. She was like her father in her
dogged determination to accomplish
that which she attempted.
Even now, at his age, Horace was
working as hard as if he were a
Young man. He who had been at the
top of the ladder had picked himseif
up after ni® fall and was silently.
though slowly and painfully, begin
ning to climb,
If these two could do this, the wife
and mother could. They. however
were aware of her love and sympa -
thy, while she, who wanted to do her
part, knew that they were only toler
ant, never sanguine, of her succpss.
Well, she would show them that she
could succeed. llf it took all her wil!
power, her strength, even her health
itself, she would prove what was In
her!
To Be Continued.
On Limb, Hard and Larfio Terrible
Pain at Night. Could Not Sleep.
Inside of a Month
HEALED BY CUTICURA
SOAPAND OINTMENT
“My left limb, from “"m‘. haifwar
Up on one side, broke out with pimples
which were hard and large. The ltcling of
- these pimples was terribie
g and at times | would scraicn
i M until | made them biend
They then started to get red
N and Inflamed and my limb
@ was spollen. | had & terribie
pain besides the itehing. and
AL might | could not slesp. |
O B e keep my Umb ban
daged all the time
“Then 1 tried Cuticura Soap and Olat
ment. | washed the afartod parte with the
Cuticurs Soap and anplied the Mniment
twioe & dar and | was healnd tnside of &
month.” (Sigeed) Mis M. Slattery. 1200
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