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Romance! Thrill! Action! in
The Heart of
® Wetona 2
Tony Wells Walks Into a Trap From Which There
Is No Escape. :
Novelized from the Frnhinan-Be
lasco production of George Scarbor
ocugh's play, now running at the Ly
ceum rheater, New York, Copyright,
1916, International News Servic;'o.
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 1s it, chlef®"
“You no like Chickasha, huh?" spat
out the chlef,
“If anybody gave you that town
you'd be stuck.” |
‘“When vou at Chickasha-las—'"
“I'm- six weeks or two months
ago.”
“Where you ~ten days ago—-Friday
afternoon™
For & moment something in the
chief's manner struck across Tony's
consciousness with sinister portent,
but he had no thought of letting a
“damn” I[ndlan sense his fear. *1
don’t keep a dlary. Maybe | was on
At the Post. Why?" ‘
Quannah’'s drooping mouth—the
maouth of sorrow-lifted in a grim
sneer. And his eyes glittered with
hatred. “Nice roads out around
Chickasha--fine prairie —plenty flow
ers—good place lor soldier to ride
with girl to make love to um-—-huh?”
“Sounds good enough for anybody,”
said Tony Wells, But at that mo
ment it did not sound particularly in
viting.
Slowly Quanpah wove his web
around the man before him; step by
step he hrought his evidence to hear
~evidence which went to show that
the man who had ridden on the pral
rie wans a soldier, even though he had
never acknowledged 1t
“Livery man say as soldier tighten
up saddie girth he notice ring on It.
tle finger of man who say his name
John Wilk—snake with red stone for
eyes.”
Fye to eve the two men faced each
other--and then with a amile of cool
bravado Tony showed the chief the
ring he wore on his own little finger
“If these ""fl are getting that com
mon —think throw mine away.” he
laughed lightly,
. Something like a snarl twisted ity
WAY across Quannah’s face. Rut
Young Wells did not waver. “Is that
«Al chief?™ he asked tndifferently.
“Yes—for now ™
“If 1 happen to see soldier Wilk I'll
tell him vou want to see him."
And with a lght nod of dismiseal
‘h-yml'hlforlmdmofllo{m
room. In a vil':l.of movement the
rushed to the firepiace, selzed a
g'fi.:- the ncl‘&t:no it and, rals
weapon & war club,
S etears el
Watona's “Father! Tony!
He'll kill you!™ and the spring with
Which Hardin seized the gun and
mmn. fairly overiapped
Quannah lowered the gun and sur
m-‘-u it to Hardin. 15«» he faced
with sarcasm and contempt.
“l:!"lo it is Tony'™
“Steady, Quannah'” cried Hardin,
"Quannah steady. I no hit. What
you got to say now, John Wik ™
Tony Is Trapped.
Tony .hu‘ the chw:‘ with an at.
tempt & ng indifMerence. but
he was Wmmnu “Why,
ohief-since she has spoken. | Bave
nothing to say—except —that for sev
aral reasons-! wasn't _ready to be
rn:n yet—but now-oh, of cowrse,
Wetona selsed Tony's hand and
:‘O the .'lmo explanation which, to
way thinking, covered the sit-
T e "I
that "
would divorce rfl n“b" mar
ry her. In his , when a
man luum enough to want
1o make his wife and the mother
:O_:- papooss, thelr romance did not
by dlagrace from which anoth-
Ve -lun..' controte
> man
Mimself he ia most dangerous. Mar.
#in recognised that Quannah's
“ith Tat more ovh » barizat or Tony
far e
han his shear rage held. Mo In
tarrupted in order 1o reming the chief
who was dominating t
situation. gfi‘ sort of talk don't
S Gtna's w 1
‘. wayl” re.
turned the Indlan, anide
brushing
“You go with me—John Wilk' We
" farie was vt
Pyt not we m:y in be
sliminated from the situstion. With
ne ‘r movement, he forced Tony
tnta Fuest room and closed the
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'door after him, and with & second he
re-tralpod Quannah from following.
“T'his is my affair now., You'll not
make a solitary move without my
permission,” he ordered, lersely.
“Quannah be guided by his own
conscience.”
“You'll do as 1 tell you, Ah, Quan
nab, what your little daughder needs
now s 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!”
“l drive her from my heart!"”
“You've tried; but you can't do it,
because you love her!”
The chief drew himself up proudly.
love 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 struggiing heart.
“Come! Take her in your strong
erms and let her know that from this
moment your love fights for her and
not against her,” said John Hardin.
“And the joy that will bring her ach
ing little heart will heal all your
wounds.”
Quannah Relents.
Wctop& Walled with her arms
siretched out in desperate, half
frightened appeal. Harsh and stern
stood Quannah Nke a figure carved |
in granite, Then suddenly the mus
cles which were holding his mouth
to irmness twitched and a harsh cry
that was almost & sob burst from his
lips.
His strong arms reached out sud
denly and he drew Wetona to him.
With awkwarll fingers nhe caressed
her as if he were afraid that his
guaried and toll-worn hands might
€ive her a moment of ’otn,
“Wetona—Wetona!” sounded the
broken volce of the Father. “Doan
think Quannah no love because he
barsh. No cry any more my little
papoose. My litle papoose!”
~ Quannah’s voice sank to a croon
~~and Wetona nestled happily in the
sirength of his arms. Perhaps in
that moment John Hardin knew that
fate had forced him to travel such &
hard road just that he might be where
he was this night,
~ All the repressed love of the
aAgonizing week he had gone through
swayed auna.u for & moment as
he held Wetona close. And then in
gu power ofb:'h .'1:‘“.;0 moment the
hies rose above his pride and turned
slowly to Hardin,
“Quannah do you big wrong. He
sorry. Hardin is betier man than
m truly nolde
y can be hon
estly humble—and Quannah was a
Tbo.'luha!
agent knew from what
'rn::, °"'l'l.n is 'fi - than
no ter man
Quannah,” said he.
And so the friendship betwaen two
Men who were an honor 10 Okla
homa was quietly sealed for all um:i
Then Quuu! calied 1o an
Passequa and Cochise in wm.
ing places about the house, and or
mum- 10 m.t.m Lead men
council tent, that Quannah
‘-;m n':" hMIO the truth,
| o gave his explanation.
“You man of honor, she your wife-
Quannah wait little wille for you
settle with soldier—ls you not - .
‘.:!'- own honor Mi' him what W
And quietly the Chief jest them
there and went 1o the council of his
AL onre Wetona's fears leaped into
being. Hhe knew Tony's danger. She
knew the Indian law—and what the
Tiles on the prairie meant. But so
et was her faith in the man she
| married that all her fears for
Tony vanished when Hardin promised
10 protect him. And John Hardin
new that iom guard that prom.
ise wiih n heed be
Situation
The immediate need of Wetona's
heart was that Tomy should Ansure
Hardin of his love for her. She did
.‘ mto m“:. 1";;
but she knew that she could mnet
> And suddenly 'r:w
%m Ms love
over Perhaps the
W of danger In loving
w made her sesm even more
Gestrabie to young Wells.
(Te Be Continuad Tomerrow. )
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A at the opening of the Spring Dear season has startled Loveland.
Dan Chubby and his bosom friend and twinkling twin, Daniel
Dumpsey, started into the world yesterday morning after the timid Dear.
Thers was a glory of sun overhead and sweet-smelling grass underfoot,
and as the two friends drifted deep Into the jungle they each took off
shoots of the main 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. llf Danlel Dumpsey bad 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,
up Bill and down hollow, across sunny opens and through dim, sweet
Romance Carved in Wood
By GARRETT P, SERVISS.
HE enormous popularity of mev.
T sex is an outgrowth of one of
the strongest instincis of sav.
Ages--the love of sesing stories and
traditions represented In lmages and
plctures. Sometimes the savage sup.
plies, as weoll as he can, the element
of motion by having his linages car
ried about in procession.
But he s well content If he can
have the pletured stories always In
some consplcvous place before his
lwn. The tolem pole offers an op
portunity for plctorial representation
that has been fully improved among
some of the Alaska Indian tribes
The carved poles, as Lisutenant
Qeorge T. Emmons points cut in the
American Museum Journal. preserve
not only Tegends and traditions. but
much of the life hstory of the tribes
Very interesting is the work of the
Teimehian Indians. =ho seem 19 pos
sess & particular degree of skill, and
whose ariists have sometimes been
employed by other neighboring tribes.
Lisutenant Emmons says “These
stories Wid iln wood go Back to the
time when men and animals sere
supposed 1o be very close 1o one an
other, when they intermarried, and
Saw sach other under a spell of
lvm-un that made all appear Wy
iu‘. encept that the animals wore
conts of fur witich they could, st wiil,
Femove and appear in human forg, or
Pt on and become A animals
Some of the wooden columne con
tain several storien told In carved Ag
urea like the one shown in the phote
eraph. which records no lees than four
stories. which could be read. ne doudt,
Wlth great dslight and wonder. by the
sacages to whom the iraditions sed
ihe symimlic Agures -';0 familinr
Simiiar poles mey be seen in the
lAmu Mosoum of Naturni Mis
“&-muqu‘
oid Indian to Lieutenant Emmons are
full of imaginative power, and are
£ood, in their way, as the legends of
any other primitive races, and not in
ferior to some of the “folk stories™
that we have all of us listensd to with
delight when we were children., For
instance, take this story of the moun
taln goats:
i A long titne ago, when the Kitksan
\mhllvodunhmmm.
“before the great cold” which dis
persed them, they used Lo go, after the
end of the salmon season, to & Ml
mountain, whare they hunted moun
-lain goats. o-muthtuml
when thers nas a great slaughter of
Do You Know That—
The Coprright Office 1n one of the
sow Government institutions which pays
e onn way. In 1815 lis snpenses were
100680, nnd Tees received ware 99,311
more than that amount.
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The fnal prohibition sos publis gam.
bling tn Siam bhas been decided upon,
The lotteries have already been closed,
and the gambling houses will be shut
radusily during the nest twe years,
.s 0 ‘
Several hundred wemen have jJust
taken wp the work of cleaning Ih;
Sireets in Liverpoel. They are taking
|~Mummmwm<
army, and are said by the eldest em
mumwnuua-‘
felant as the mes |
e \
Mere than & thousaed wamen are em
played in cleaning the strests In Vienns,
At lsast half the men In the strests
desariment have loft their posis Most
flcummcun&.ma&q
have obiained mave lueealive werk,
The wemen whe iabs Ihetr places ree
eive the same retes of pay seem “1
CHRIe 1 0 anis & dag.
smelling naves of green shadow the rwv cnuius staixed toeir 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 Erasses.
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
hunter 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 head of his chum, Dan Chubby, who rose
into the air with a screech, flew the topknot ringlet! And poor, terror
stricken Daniel stood in grief with his bow humming in his hand. An
other tragedy added to the long list that has already opened the Dear
season. Dan Chubby Is going about with a nubbin of hair on his crown
like the stubby tuft between & burro's ears! And somewhere a Dear
laughs under her garden hat. ~NELL BRINKLEY.
Garrett P. Servise Writes About t_lls Life
" Stories of a Pmnlo on Alaskan Totem Poles
foats, & young man who had taken
some red mn(nlouhumthun-‘
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.
od strangers appeared in the village,
‘who excused themselves for refusing
the hospitable offers of the Indians to
feast on goats’ flesh and other food,
but who very cordially invited the
whole community to visit their (the
strangers’) village, offering to serve
as guides
The invitation was accepted, and
the next morning everybody set out
under the lead of the strangers. They
A large rumber of wood pulp facteries
in the norih of Sweden have been
forced to shut down on ascount of the
Scarcity tof tonnage and the exerbitant
AHeght rates prevailing ’
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Owing 10 the refusal of the mambers
of the Dockers’ Union te work with
women, all the femals helpers recently
employed by the Liverpool Deek Com
mission have been withdrawn.
¢ 9 9
The newspaper New Melian of Alh.
ens, sare that & wesden cannon s being
erecied in Constantinepis for kmecking
n nalle In return for fees which will
B miven 1o charity, the same a 8 wap
done with the Mindenburg statues 8
derman:
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Reparis that the Chinese Government
was planning o iNerease the price of
mmm%uum
Ihe masses, st 1t has anneunced
W the Oovernmant (hat ne change will
be naue wn-.mw‘
oly, under the aodirection of the Ohi.
neee GOverament and represenistves of
foreign powers. vnflu‘o.ham‘
e SRI IBtOme a 8 seourily.
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright, 1918, laternatiomal News Service.
crossed the river and climbed the,
Ereat mountain until they reached
what seemed to be a broad, leve!
place, in the midst of which stood a
feast house,
The visitors enjoyed a great ban
quet, and then the chief of their hosts
began to dance and sing. strangely
repeating the words: “1 am shaking
my hoofs over the mountain side”
and at that the reck seamed to open
and ciose again. But the Indians
thought it was all magie intended for
ther entertalnment, and when night
came on they went o slesp on the
outer edge of the platform on benches
preparsd for them.
But the youne man whe NM{
the kid was drawn aside by & young
stranger. who had his face painted
red, and who asked him to share his
sleeping bench on thy other side of
the platform }
In the miAd'e es the night uo‘
sirangers 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 became aware of the
sad fate of his frienfls his M‘
assured him that he reed have no
fear, and, taking off his shoes, which
teemed to be hoofe, and putting them
on the young hunter's feel. told him
to sump feariens'y from cliff to +IY in
desconding the mountain, and when
he reached the base 1o take off the
shoes and leave them in & certaln
place where thelr owner could Il“
them agein |
A notable point in this story s the
reference 1o “the great cold which is
ancient times had dispersed the peo:
ple. Here seems 16 he & surviving
iradition which may run Dok 1o an
unkßown entinuity I 8 LAS Rietary dl
that part of the world § W
dim -.1" of some MM.:J
d.sasirous change
A Serial Every One Should Read
The Struggles of
8 a Wite @
A Little Sunshine Breaks Into the Somber Home of
the Webbs.
By Virginia Terhune Van De
Water. :
CHAPTER XXVIIL
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.) |
YRA WEBB thought of her
new story with a nervousness
that was almost feverish. 1
At first, after her talk with her
husband, she wondered if she couldl
undertake the piece of work she ho,d}
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
again. 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 cirtum
stances. Surely to make good in the
face of intangible discouragements
was nobler and finer than to auc-‘
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 expressions of their ap
proval. |
Grace returned from the dinner at,
the Dakines happy and enthusiastic.
Myra was in bed regding, while Hor
ace 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 sald, os" de
lightful that 1 actually f.rgot that 1
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. lam
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
ng;ood She did not add “but what
about the expense?™
Yet Grace seemed to read her un
spoken thought.
“I am supposing, of course, that
you made some plans today which
will pay you endbugh to allow us to
splurge a little. You did—didn’t you?”
“l hope so, dear,” the mother told
Rer. “I am ?oln. to try to start on a
tew plece of work tomorrow.”
“Will it take long to do 1t
“l hope not. You see. | have not
yet learned to compose on the type
writer, and I am only learning slow-
Iy to copy my manuscripts.”
“But you are glad you took my ad-
Ivlco and hired « machine, aren’t
you? the gir! queried,
“Yes, 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 I have learned 1o use &
typewriter. Yesa, | have™ in reply to
her mother's astonished exclamation.
“I was afrald that teaching might
fall, so 1 took lessons in stenography
and typewriting.
e a like, 1 pight ro'py some of
mr%h. for you, if 1 can make
time, course.” she added, “that is
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me. If I need vour assistance, I will
let you know.”
Grace Is Obliging.
“While I am perfectly wiiling to de
what T can,” Grace remarked, “I pea]-
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 thu‘
you feel you can do it better than -
anyone else could—just as 1 feel
aßout teaching my own classes.”
“I understand,” Myra replied. )
“Well, good-night,” Grace said. “1‘
must get to bed, and you should haj
asleep.”
The mother lay thinking after hes
daughter had left her. It was kind of
Grace to offer to help her, but the
parent knew that she could net ao
cept the offer.
In the first place, she would not be
able to put her best thoughtson pa
per If slie was conscious that Grace's
eyes were to read them before they
were in cold type. She dreaded her
daughter's criticiam.
Besides that—and here she set her
teeth and tried not to mind too much
—Grace, like Horace, seemed to teak
that «the work that the wife an
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?
YBt how fine it was of Grace te
have studied stenography on her own
initiative in case she should fail in
her teaching! But she would not
fail. ghe 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 r hard as If he were a
young mar. He who had been at the
top of the ladder had picked himse.f
up after his fail, and was silently,
though slowly and painfully, begin
ning to climb,
If these two could do this, the wife
and mother couls They, however,
were aware of her love and sympa -y
"hy. while she, who wanted to do her
part, knew that they wers only toler
ant, never sanguine, of her success.
Well, she would show them that she
could succeed. If it took all her will
power, her strength, even her health
itself, she would prove what was ini
her!
To Be Continued.
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