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To Be Made Love To by the Right Sort of Person Takes Away the Blues More Quickly Than Anything Else.
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~ThE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE—
Romance! Thrill! Action! in
The Heart of
® Wetona @
Tony Wells Walks Into a Trap From Which There
Is No Escape.
Novelized from the Fro%igan-Be
lasco productiay of George Scarbor
ough's play, now running at the Ly
ceum rheater, 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 thé guest room.
“What is it, chief?”
“You no ke Chickasha, huh?" spat
out the chief,
“If anybody gave vou that town
you'd be stuck.”
“When vou at Chickasha-las-'"
“Um-six weeks or two months
ngo.” |
“Where vou-—ten days ago—Friday
afternoon”
For a moment something In the
chief's manner struck across Tony's
consclousness with sinister portnnt,‘
but he had no thought of letting a
“damn” lnd!x\ sense his fear. T
don't keep a Mary. Maybe | was on
at the Post. Why?" ‘
Quannah’s drooping mouth—the
mouth of sorrow-—lifted in a grim
steer. And his eyes glittered with
hatred. “Nice roads out around
Chickasha-—fine prairie —plenty flow
ere—~good place for 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 Quannah wove his web
around the man before him; step by
step he brought his evidence to hear
~~avidence which went to show that
the man who had ridden on the prai
rie was & soldier, even though he had
never acknowledged it,
“Livery man say as soldier tighten
up saddie girth he notice ring on lit
tie finger of man who say his name
John Wilk-—snake with red stone for
eyes”
Eye to eve the two men faced sach
other—and then with a smila of cool
bravado Tony showed the chief the
ring he wore on hisx own little finger.
“If thess flafl are getting that com
mon—think throw mine away,” he
langhed lightly,
Something like a snarl twisted ity
WAY across Quannah's face. But
y-un‘ Wells did not waver., “Is that
All chief ™ he asked Indifferently.
“Yenfor now ™
“If 1 happen to see soldier Wilk T'll
hllli-rm!mnohh."
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, selzed a
f:: r.r;.u- the Mfl;:vn it and, :h-'
weapon & wWar u
dashed after Tony.
Watona's Q!:l:‘.“ nums Tony !
Hetl yon the spring with
Mflhflh seized the gun and
PR, faly o*nanst
Quannah lowered the and sur
rendered it to Hardin ‘m he faced
m‘m with sarcasm and contempt.
“Huh! 8o 1t Is Tony!"
“Steady. Quannah'” oried Hardin
“Quannah steady: | no hit. What
You got to say now, John Wik ™
Tony Is Trapped.
Tu'uhnu the clhh(‘ ‘:m an at
tempt m.fh but
he was mmm hy,
rothing to -'.-.-.::n ha l' -
~~that for sev.
eral reasons—l wasn't ready to he
'!r nl;-bn now—ol, of course,
Wetona selsed. Tony's hand and
made the little explanation which, te
her way of thinking, covered the sit
fed m’.‘.‘.‘."“r.. that Hardin
n
:r‘dl‘..'l'.-h = and Tony mar
. , when a
man loved & woman enough to want
: =l. her hix wife and the ::nnr
their romapce not
bagin ::m from which anoth.
* When m“"
- mAR controls
Fimaelf he i most dangerous Mar
#in recognised that Quannah's
Snearing superiority was frasght
With far more evi) zn-c for Tony
Than his sheer rage held. Me in
terrupted In order to reming the rhiet
Ihat there was another man (here
whe was fi of dominating the
situation. * sort of talk dent
e o i
. way'” ve.
furned the Indian, svide
hrushing
."‘:r &"E‘! me-John Wilk® We
Pt Was not we lghtly to be
eltminated from the .u..fl.'. With
:Qr mavement. he forced Teny
Huest reom and closed the
1 “The Natural Shortening’*
y ” Cottolene makes foods taste hetter — makes them
4 R more stiractive n SPPearance, more w b leecwie
‘. - and digestible. Biscuns made wah 1t are Laght and
r velvety of texture; pie-crust shortened with it is
g urssually fre in favor Foods fred with B are rum
» . heavy, but on the comtrary are most T e
‘i N Bppetirng
! Uncmhflmomq,u € A cake maiing
. 1 i pachad In paile of vertous siees 80 Thet Yo gemeer cam
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- QECKTFAIR BAN K IRO
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sfiam‘ sl ¢ - Of ’-mw s‘& b
door after him, and with a second he
restrained Quannah from following.
“This is my affair nowy, You'll not
make a solitary move without my
permisaion,” he ordered, tersely.
“"Quannah be guided by his own
conscience.”
“You'll do as I tell you. Ah, Quan
nah, what your little daughter needs
now is a father and not a judge!”
Hardin's voice was not to be denied;
buf>the Indlan 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.
Love seemed (0o him a weak and
shameful thing-—and he was chief of
the Comanches.
“Father!” sounded a pleading
voice. And a sob feught its way
from Wetona's struggiing heart.
“Come! Take her in your strong
erms and let her know that from this
‘momonp your love fights for her and
not against her,” sald John Hardin.
“And the joy that will bring her ach
ing little heart will heal all your
wounds.” !
1} Quannah Relents.
~ Wetona waited with her arms
f-mu:m out in desperate, hails
frightened appeal. Harsh and stern
stood Quannah ltke a figure carved
In granite. Then suddenly the mus
cles which were holding his mouth
to firmness 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 awkward fingers he caressed
her as If he were afraid that his
&narigd and toll-worn hands might
&ive her a moment o(.’tln.
“Welona—Wetona!” sounded the
broken voice of the Father. “Doan
think Quannah no love because he
::nh. N:' cl"{t l:” more my little
¥ Papoose’”
3':..;“-. voice sank o a croon
~and etona nestled in the
strength of his .m% in
that moment John Hardin knew that
fate had forced him to travel such a
hard road jJust that he might be where
he was this night.
All the mbn of the
Agonizing w through
swaved a'flllnl for ..t:-unl as
he held Wetona close. And then In
the power of his greatesi moment the
Chief rose above his pride and turned
slowly to Mardin. §
“Quannah r ‘{u big wrong. ht.h
sorry. Hard betier man than
Quannahb.”
Only the truly noble can be hon
estly humble—~and Quannah was o
Ngo“lulu! knew from wha |
t what
depths of 1.'% that apology :::
wrung. “There is no better man t
And -'h m:"«u. bet
o ween two
Men who were an honor to Okla
homa was quietly sealed for all time.
Then Quannah called to m and
Passequa and Cochise in i -
ing places about the houss, and or
mu- : -fiu the head -.‘
coun: eni, that Quannah
o i v B ?
o gave explanation,
“Yt.-ldm.*m' wife -
Quannah walt little while for you to
seitle with ollln—»‘:.{o. not—Quan -
:’_. own honor tell him what loi
And auietly the Chief left them
there and went to the council of his
M i
Al once Wetona's fears lsaped into
being. She knew Tony's danger. She
knew the Indian law—and what m|
riten on the Prairie meant. But so
el was her falth in the man she
married that all her fears for
Tony vanished when Hardin promised
1o protect him. And John Mardin
knew that hom aard that prom .
e with n Noed he
Situation
The Immediate need of Wetona's
Beart was that Tony should assure
Hardin of his love for her. Hhe 4
not m reasons for wani.
ing John to believe in Tony,
But she knew that she could not
10 bave him doudt her lovers
. And suddenly Tony seemed
mm his m
mate
deatrabis to young Wells
-
(Yo Be Comtinuad Tomerrow.)
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that bobbed ia the sun-—a silken ring. It Dantel Dumpsey had only
known that this was why! He would never have—but there, alack!
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Romance Carved in Wood
By GARREYY P. SERVISS.
HE enormous popularity of mov.
T fes I 8 an oulgrowth of one of
tre strongest instincts of sav.
ages—the love of sesing stories and
traditions répresented in tmages and
pictures Hometimes the savags sup.
plien, as wall an he can, the sioment
of motion by having his immges oar.
ried about in procession
But he s well content if he can
have the pictured stories always in
some conspicoous place Sefore his
ayes. The totem pole offers an op
portunity for pictorial representation
that has been fully tmproved among
sume of the Alaska Indian (ribes
The cnrved poles. a 8 Lieutenant
George T Fianons pointe cul in the
American Museum Journa' preserve
not enly lesends and traditions. but
’m«muwumm
Very interesting s the work of the
Teimahian Indians. =ho seem 15 pon
sese & particular degree of akill and
whose artinle have scimeiimes been
Fmpiored by Glher neighbaring tribes
Lisutenant Ewmmons says “These
slories foid In weod e back e the
mmmmnflm“
csupposed (8 1 YOry close 1o one an
bt mnmmi
'-nn olher under & speil of
whehery that made all apponr by
man, aweept that the animals were
ovate of fur which they could, ot Wi,
remote and appenr in humen form o
Pt on ssd becalne A% AniMale |
Sums of (he Wondon columne con.
tain sereral slorioe toid In cartved fg
wiem like the one shoßn In e pheto.
EYRPE SRS rererde Be e than four
sietisn w hich could Be read to Seabt
wHE grest dligh \
umuam‘ng
S M o,
Amnsaions Mumeuim of Natarei His.
mmumu,
i Indian to Lieutenant Emmons are
full of imaginative power, and are
KOO 4, in their way, as the legends of
Any other primitive moes, and not in
ferior 1o some of the “folk stories™
that we have ali of us listened to with
delight when we were children. For
!mhmmmumm-i
tain goats:
A long time ago. when the Kitksan
tribe iived on the upper Skeena River,
“before the great cold” which dis
peraed them, they used to go, after the
end of the salmon season, o & great
mouniain, where they Munted moun
fßin goate On ane of these occasions.
when there was & great slaughter of
Do You Know That—
The Coprright Ofice is one of the
son Government inatiiyiions ®hich pare
e oun way. In 105 e enpenaes Bere
PIOLANO, and fess received were #0343
et IRAR (Rat swognt
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The final probibition of pabile gam.
Ming n Slam has been decided upon
The Wwiteries have aiveady buen choed,
AN the gamiding houses Wil be ahat
Sredually during Ihe sen! fwe years
59% 9
Several bandrad Semen have Just
ket wp the werh of eaning e
Srasts in Liverpeel. They are taking
The placen of Sen whe have Motued the
e, and see sl by the sldest s
Ployess i the detariment s b ae of.
Boient a 8 (ke mper
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Mars thas & housasd Somes are o
Phared in cleasing 126 eireeis 6 Vienes
AL st Salt e men W The strests
degurimant have i (her paste Mot
o e aw s e e, e sihese
Bave sliained mere laative Sers
The wemen She fake (Meir plsces se.
e Ghe st smiee of pap e
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smelling naves of green shadow the (wu cnumes Staiked tamr prey for
an bour.
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He shut one eye. The jhing caught the sun, Jiggied up and down. Plaln-
Iy 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 a noteh below the
tip of his arrow, he plucked the string and loosed.
Auummubmmamen-.mcnuw. who rose
into the air with a screech, flew the topknot ringlet! And poor, terror
stricken Daniel stood In grief with his bow bumming in his hand. An
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season. MC\MEM;Mfl“landMulhm
like the stubby tuft between a burro's ears! And somewhere & Dear
laughs under her garden hat. ~-NELL BRINKLEY.
Garrett P. Serviss Writes About the Life
“‘ — eß— |—— | — | ———
Stories of a Pe-nplv on Alaskan Totem Poles
Souts, a young man who had taken
"-""vdmlloqumtlhu-(
rows for good luck, caught a kid
whose life he spared, setting it free
after having painted its horns red.
mmtmmmmol
©d strangers appeared in the village,
who evcused themselves for refusing
the hospitable offers of the Indians to
fonst 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 mmvmm‘
unider the lead of the strangers. They
A large number of wend pulp facteries
i the north of Sweden bave been
forced to shut down on sccount of the
seareily tof lonnage and the esorbitant
wnmm.
. -
Owing 10 the refusa! of the members
of the Duekers’ Union te werk with
Soman, all the female heipers Pecestly
empleyed by the Liverponi Deek Com
ißt face been mithdrawn
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The newspaper Now Mellas of Ath-
SR, WATe hat & Wasder caßßen 18 betng
sraciod in Constantinepie for hiowßing
s nalle i relurs for fees ohion wil
b glven 1o shatily. the same a 4 wae
dane with the Hisdenburg satuss s
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Roporie 'ha! the Chiness Gevernment
RS plaaning te nerease the srice of
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he wastes atd 1 Ras beeh aaseutend
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b made BAN it 8 Gorerraen: menep.
oy, wnier the sedivestion of the ON
asm s s maasi wrdl seprecan gt re of
Foraige pewers whieh mads & was wis
A S e 84 e werty
By NELL BRINKLEY
crossed the river and efl-b‘lml
gEreat mountain until they reached
What seemed to be a broad, level
place, in the midst of which stood a
t’nm
The visitors enjoyed & great ban
quet, and then the chief of their hosts
began to dance and wing. strangely
repeating the words: “1 am shaking
my hoofs over the mountain side”
and at that the rock seemed to open
and close again. Rut the Indians
thought It was all magie intended for
ther entertalnment. and when night
cames on they went 1o siesp on the
outer edge of the platferm on benches
prepared for them.
Put the yount man who had spared
the kid was drawn aside by & young
stranger, who had his face painted
rod, and who asked him to share his
slesping bench on the other side of
the piatform
In the middis of the night the
strangers rose in silence ard puehed
thelr visitors over the precipice, and
they were dashed to plecss. Only the
young man was spared, and in the
morning when he became aware of the
sad fate of his friends his protector
assured him that hs nesd have ne
fear. and. taking off Me shoss. which
seemet 10 be honls. and putiing them
on the young hunier's feet told him
o Jump fearionsly from oliff to oI in
Aescending Ihe mountain and when
Be resched the base o fake off the
shoes and leave them in & certain
Place where their owner could fnd
thetmn agwir
A notabie point In this stery is the
reference 1o “the great cold” which in
ancient timee had dleperesd the pew.
Pe. Mere ssoms 19 b 6 & surviving
tradition which may run back san
MM‘ in the Nistory of
§Rt e meetd. preserying
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A Serial Every One Should Read
The Struggles of
8 a Wife 2
A Little Sunshine Breaks Into the Somber Home of
the Webbs.
By Virginia Terhune Van De
Water. |
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 Duquo-no’? 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 circum
stances. Surely to make good in the
face of intangible dl-courqementl:
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 expressions of their ap
proval.
Grace returned from the dinner at
the Dakines happy and enthusiastic.
Myra was in bed reading, while Hor
4ce 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 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. 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
agreed. She did not add “but what
about the expense ™
Yet Grace scemed o 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 little. You did—didn't you™
“I hope so, dear,” the mother told
her. *1 am ’olac to Lry to start on a
rew piece of work tomorrow.” |
“Will it take long to do it
“1 hope not. [You see. 1 have not
yet learned to compose on the type
writer, and I am only learning siow-
Iy to copy my manuscripts.™
“But you are giad 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, | did not tell
you, but I have learned to use a
typewriter. Yes, | have” in reply to
her mother's astonished exclamation.
1 was afrald that teaching might
fall, #0 1 took lessons in stemography
and typewriting.
| mmummcm copy some of
your stories you, if 1 can make
time gs Course.” she added, “that is
A big X° for | am about as busy as
any fl:l ought to be, Sl If you can,
not ilO operate your own ma
“hine, I can help you out in tight
_ “Thank you, dear. You are a won
der, Grace™-—-the mother meant the
iu.m Speech—"and 1 am very
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grateful to you for offering to help
me. If I need your assistance, I will
let you know."” -
Grace Is Obliging,
“While I am perfectly willing to do
what I can,” Grace remarked, “I yeal
v think you should practice on your
machine until you can master it.
Even though your work is not as im- 4
portant as mine, still I am sure that
you feel you can do it better than
anyone else could—just as 1 fesl
about teaching my own classes.”
“I understand,” Myra replied.
“Well, good-night,” Grace sald. "!‘-
must get to bed, and you should be
asleep.”
The mother lay thinking after hear
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 plece, she would net be
able to put her best thoughtson 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 criticism.
Besides that—and here she set her
teeth and tried not to mind too much
——Grace, like Horace, seemed to seal?
that the work that the wife and
mother was doing was trivial com
pared with their own money-making
occupations. Would these two never
£ee 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 fall in
Fer teaching! But she would not
fall. 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 wers a
young man. He who had been at the
top of the lgdder had picked himself
up after his 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. s
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 success.
Well, she would show them that she
could succeed. 1f it took all her wt*m
power, her strength, even her healt
itself, she would prove what was in ]
her!
To Be Continued.
On Limb, Hard and Lua' Terrible
Pain at Night. Could Not Sleep,
Inside of a-Month ‘
HEALED BY CUTICURA
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B They then started 10 got red
- and inflamed and my *Umb
was swollen. 1 had & terrible
E ""E pain besides the ltching, and
y a 6 night 1 could ot slesp. 1
. bad 10 keep my Hmb bas
daged all the time
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Cutieurs Soap and applind the Ointmens
twion & day and T was bealed tnside of &
month.” (Signad) Mise M, Slatiery, 1200
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