THE COQUILLE HERALD. TUESDAY, AUGUST 22, 1916.
PAGE POUR
to MB.VIS0N
AUTHOR OF "THE SILVER BUTTERFLY,”
"SALLY SALT,” "THE BLACK PEARL,” ETC
NOVELIZED FROM THE SERIES OF PHOTOPLAYS OF
THE SAME NAME RELEASED BY PATHE EXCHANGE.
lCOfv*IGHT. 1916. BY MRS. WILSON WOODROW.
hers.
"Tom !” she walled. “Oh, Tom!
You poor, poor boy! I’m so sorry!
Truth Crushed to Earth.
feut why did you tell him it was you
th a t broke the vase? W hy didn’t
The champion, sword In hand, was you say it was H arry?"
defending his lady love from the m ur
"I—I had to tell him th e tru th ,”
derous attack of the dragon.
panted th e boy. "T here w asn’t any
The group o . nurses lounging on the thing else to do.”
• • • • • • •
park bench saw only five-year-old
Tommy Blake and four-year-old Mar
From th e days when he had defend
jorie Lampson, playing with a very ed her from the collie-dragon, Tom
big and very friendly collie. But Tom Blake had loved M arjorie Lampson.
my, the cham pion, knew better
He
And now, a t twenty-one, it was no
knew the dragon would surely swal longer the affection of a child for s
low M arjorie or drag her away to its child, but the whole-souled adoration
lair, unless her defender could fright o i a man for a woman.
en away 'h e m onster with hla sword.
And one evening be told h e r so.
So while M arjorie squealed with do
It was during his senior year a t th e
light. Tommy wielded the wooden university. He had but th ree m onths
sword right doughtily, shaking It in m ore to study. A fter graduation he
front of the barking collie's nose and w as to go Into business w ith his fa
assu rin g his little playm ate be would ther.
save her.
H e and H arry Lampson were in
It was a wonderful game. But pres th e sam e class at the university. But
ently the collie tired of It and trotted th e ir childhood acquaintance had not
away. Tommy (thrilled a t the tri ripened Into friendship.
um phant thought th at he had van
It was on the evening a fte r his fa
quished the dragon) gave chase. He th e r had prom ised to take him Into
had not run three steps before his th e business th at Tom called on Mar
foot slipped and he tum bled face jorie with th e good news.
downward In a very large and very
"And, dear,” said Tom, a f ti r a half
sloppy mudpuddle.
hour of the delicious Idiocies th a t
The nurse swooped down upon him lovers consider such infinitely wise
and dragged him homeward.
conversation. "It won’t have to be
Mrs. Blake was a t th is m om ent en a long engagem ent, either. F ather
gaged In preparing an address which prom ised me today th a t he—”
she expected to read tw o nights later
M arjorie darted away from the
before the P a re n ts’ club.
clasp of his arm.
A shutting door, a sound of weep
"D ad’s coming In," she warned him.
ing, the hurry of footsteps checked "I heard hla key in th e front door.
h e r flow of Inspiration. She laid down I know he won’t approve. Don’t let's
h e r pen and turned with a frown tell him—yet.”
tow ard the library doorway.
"W hy, little sw ee th ea rt!" Tom re
On the threshold appeared the assured her. "H e won’t bite us. Be
nurse half leading, h alf dragging the sides, It’s th e only square thing—the
tearful and muddy child. At sight of only tru th fu l thing—to do. We can't
th e havoc w rought on Tom m y's new live a lie. He has the rig h t to know.”
su it Mrs. Blake called In sudden loss
"But—"
Mr. Lam pson hearing voices In the
of tem per:
"You bad, bad boy! See w hat you've living room, strolled in. H arry, at his
done! You ought to be whipped and heels, caught sight of Tom and halted
se n t to bed! How did th is happen?” Irresolute, Just outside th e doorway.
"Good evening, Tom," Mr. Lamp-
"W hy, you see, m a’am ," began the
son greeted th e «alter, not o ver
nurse, "he w as—”
"I asked M aster Tommy not you, cordially.
"Mr. Lam pson," spoke up Tom,
nurse," Interrupted the vexed m other.
"Tommy, tell me how this happened! nerving him self for th e ordeal. "My
T ell m e the tru th , mind you, or I'll—" fa th e r prom ised today to take me into
"It—It w as th is way," faltered Tom th e business with him in June."
"I congratulate you," said LampBon
my, m anfully choking back his sobs,
"I was playing Saint Qeorge and the perfunctorily.
"T hat will m ean," w ent on Tom,
Dragon. And M arJ'rlr was being the
Malden In D istress—like—like the "th a t I'll have good pay from the sta rt;
way you read to me. And Laddie was with a prospect of a raise as soon as
the dragon. And I m ade him run I m ake good. And I'm going to m ake
away. And I chased him. And I fell good. Not only for fa th e r’s sake and
down and got all muddled up. And m ine, but for M arjorie's, too."
"M arjorie's?” repeated Lampson In
I'm awful sorry, mamma. I didn't
mild displeasure. “W hat has Mar
m ean to fall down. And—"
Mrs. Blake Interrupted his pitiful jorie to do w ith it? ”
"I hope she will have everything
defense by catching his shoulder In
her strong hand and Jerking him to do w ith It,” answ ered Tom.
”1 don’t understand you.”
along In h e r wake as she m arched
across to the library book closet and
"Mr. Lam pson." said Tom. "I have
locked Tommy In.
Just asked M arjorie to be my wife.
• • • • s e e
Will you m ake us both very happy
Tom Blake had reached th e m ature by giving your consent? If you will
age of eleven. M arjorie Lam pson and let us m arry as soon as I go to
her brother, H arry, had come one af work—”
ternoon to th e Blake house to talk
"I am afraid I cannot consent to
over a m a tte r of trem endous Im port anything of the sort." said Lampson,
to all three of them —no less an event stiffly. ”1—”
th an Tom’s birthday p arty which was
"But Mr. Lam pson! You know all
to take place on the following week, about me. You know m y parents.
"S ay!" Tom greeted them . "I’m go You know M arjorie cares for me, th a t
ing to have a bicycle for m y birthday! I shall be able to support her, th a t—”
H onest I a m !”
"I do not care to go Into th a t ques
"N o!” exclaim ed H arry Lam pson tion a t all," said Lam pson. “It Is
In open-eyed envy.
enough for m e to say th a t I cannot
‘Yes, I am, too. P apa says I am. sanction any engagem ent betw een
Isn’t th a t grand?”
you and my daughter."
"Isn’t It wonderful th a t you’re going
"T hat m eans,” flashed M arjorie,
to have a bicycle?” laughed M arjorie "th a t you’ve been listening to more
In delight. "I’m going to ask p a p l of H arry's stories about him. H arry's
to get me one, too. T hen we can take Jealous of Tom, because Tom Is popu
rides together.”
la r and—”
"H uh!” grunted H arry In derision.
"T hat will do, M arjorie!” said h e r
"You’re too m uch of a cry-baby to ride
father. ”1 don’t care to discuss the
a bicycle, Marge. You'd snivel every
m atter. I positively forbid the en
tim e you fell off.”
gagement. And I forbid you to see
■*Leave h e r be.” commanded Tom.
Tom again, for th e present.
“If you don’t I’ll—”
"Mr. Lam pson!” broke out Tom,
’W ry showed his disregard for the
\ »min* by giving M arjorie’s curls a "this Is unfair. If you have any ob
sharp tug. The little girl cried out jection to me, It Is only honest to te!l
Jn pain. W ith a yell of fury Tom m e w hat It Is. I—”
"I am not compelled to explain my
launched himdelf on h e r torm enter.
Around the library table dashed the m ottvaa to every scatter-brained col
pursuer and the pursued. H arry lege boy,” said Lampson. "My daugh
dcdged as Tom caught up with him te r Is not yet of age. and is therefor«
subject to my wishes. I to-bid her
b : h 1 ducked under the la tte r's oulflung
to see you again. And I forbla you
arm.
Tom’s flat, m issing Its m ark, struck to call here. Good sig h t.”
Tom stalked angrily out of tk*
full against the side of an antique
olsonne vase that stood a t one room.
W hen he cam e hom e from college
end of the table. The vase—w orth
Its weight In gold—was the pride of net* afternoon—he lived only about
a mile from th e university—Tom
Mr. Blake's heart.
At the Impact of Tom Blake's fist found waiting for him a letter from
th e ra se flew into the air, crashed M arjorie. Kagerly h a opened It a ad
d lwn upon the hardwood floor and read:
flw e a t h s a r t - D a d la still fe a r fu lly an gry
lay there, sm ashed into fragm ents.
H e th r e a te n s to sh u t m e u p In th e h o u se
Mr. Blake, drawn th ith e r by the or
sen d m e to h o a rd in g sc h o o l o r ev en to
< ash. sauntered into the library In a co n v e n t If e v e r I d a re sp eak to you .
h.msecoat and slippers. T here on the You see. h e Isn't u sed to h a v in g p eo p le
11 tor lav his priceless vase in atoms. ta lk back to h im a s you did la s t n ig h t.
It's m ad e him a ll th e m ore h itter
'Who did th at? ” ho demanded, a A g nd
a in s t you. (H e'd be t h e s a m e w a y . I'm
I olnttng dram atically a t the ruined su r e, w ith a n y o n e w h o tried to m arry m e
a n d ta k a m e a w a y fro m h im .) B u t I'm
\ ase.
I did. sir!" said Tom. ”1 w as chas n ot g o tn g to g iv e you up, T om .
SEVENTH STORY
slty w ere gathered a t a counter, laugh
ing noisily over som ething. H arry
Lampson was am ong them.
Before Tom could w ithdraw one of|
the lads hailed him, calling:
“Look here! See what we’ve got.”
H e held up for Inspection a sign
board on whose black surface was
chalked In w hite the werd "U nder
ta k e r.”
"W e’re going to hang It under Dr.
L entz's shingle, around th e cprner
yonder," explained the youth. "The
old guy will be sore as blazes when
he sees It in the m orning.”
Tom nodded and turned away. The
boys, with th e ir sign, presently
trooped out. Tom w aited a m inute or
so longer, then left the store. Ho
cam e face to face w ith M arjorie who
w as entering.
An uproar fc half block below
brought them to an abrupt halt. They
turned to locate th e turmoil.
A hundred feet away, under the
glare of an electric light, a knot of
six or seven people were engaged In
a decidedly lively tussle. One of th e
group was a policeman. Tom, a t a
glance, understood th e situation.
"They were going to hang a n un
d e rta k er’s sign under Dr. L entz’s
nam e,” he explained to M arjorie, "and
th a t cop m ust have caught them a t
It and tried to rtin them in. T hey’re
beating him up, the idiots! T hat'll
m ean a night in the 'hoosgow’ for
some of them . They—’’
“T om !” she cried, shrilly. “Oh,
Tom! One of them la H a rry !” H e's
"But, T om !" cam e the quavering
reply over the '/Ire. "I can’t, dear. I
can ’t!
T he p.esldent knows Dad.
H e’d be certain to m ention It to him.
And then I’d be In awful trouble.
T h a t’s why I didn't Interfere last
night. H arry threatened to tell Dad
I w as w ith you. And—’’
"All right, sv e e th e a rt,” said Tom
gently. “Don’t be frightened. I'm not
w orth It. I’ll maniyfe somehow w ithout
your testim ony.”
H e returned to the president.
“I regret, sir,” said Tom. "T hat my
w itness cannot testify. But I have
given you my word of honor th a t I—’
"T h at will do,” th e president cut
a im short. "Cood day.”
A t a m eeting cf the faculty th a t af
ternoon Tom Blake was duly and pub
licly expelled from th e university.
He him self brought homo the news.
H is m other burst Into a flood of te a rs.
H is father, as stirred as she, took
the m a tte r more stoically.
"H ere !" he said, curtly. "T ake thlo
money. It Is $100. T ake it and get
o u t I don’t want a black sheep in
m y fold. You have m ade your bed.
Lie In It. I’m done with you.”
"But, F a th er!" persisted Tom. ‘T v e
done nothing wrong. I'm innocent.”
“T hey don't expel innocent boys
from college," retorted his father.
W hile Tom was m iserably packing
his few belongings a note was deliv
ered ?o him. It was from Marjorie.
Tom read:
let me know.”
Tom opened a draw er of his desk;
then reconBldered, and decided the
money would be safer In his own
keeping. Office th e fts were not uncom
mon and th ere was alw ays the danger
of fire
So he took out a long envelope,
w rote bis nam e and the firm's a d d ress
on It, put the money In the envelope,
sealed It and placed It In th e Inside
pocket of his vest. Then he locked
the office and w ent out Into the street.
The hour was late and he w as
sleepy as well as hungry, so he took
a short cut through a netw ork of
squalid stre ets to bring him to his own
boarding place. He had gone only a
few blocks when he noticed on a cuts
talned stre et window th e sign:
"H arding’s cafe."
T he window was not over-clean and;
the stre et was uninviting. But hunger
Is seldom fastidious.
Choosing a m eal from the list dis
played on the greasy and much-
thumbed menu, he gave his order and
sa t back to wait.
•
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•
e •
•
Lizzie Relsen was a lady who lived
by h e r wits. And she had good sharp
wits to live by. She did not care for
her patronym ic, and early In h e r hec
tic career she had changed It to "Lu-
lette Fortescue.’’ But an unapprecla-,
tlve police force had renam ed her
“Light-Fingered Liz."
Liz entered the m ain room of the
cafe and glanced around with a seem
ing carelessne-** which, none the less,
took In every detail and every patron
of the place. H er roving glance a t
l a s t ' paused — a t sight of som ething
th a t prom ised to be Interesting.
At an alcove table sa t a well-dressed
young man In front of whom a w aiter
was Just then settin g a cup of coffee.
As the w aiter leaned over him, Liz
saw the young man raise his hand
nervously tow ard one side of his vest.
T hat tip was quite enough for Light-
Fingered Liz.
She crossed to the
alcove.
"Pardon m e,” she said, politely. "Do
you mind if I sit here? T he o uter
room Is so smoky."
“Not a t all,” said Tom absently.
The girl picked up the m enu and
studied it. But her fingers seem ed to
be awkward. F or she let th e greasy
card fall to the floor. It struck n ear
Tom 's feet. He stooped to pick it up.
During the fraction of a second th a t
his head was below th e table edge,
Liz’s hand shot forw ard w ith unbe
lievable sw iftness, dropped som ething
into the cup of coffee and retu rn e d as
quickly to her own lap.
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•
Tom Blako was aw are of a racking
headache, a rankly bad ta ste In his
m outh, a sense of nausea. He s a t up
and blinked. H e—yes, he m ust have
been fast asleep.
H is w atch was gone. So w as his
"I Cannot Employ You Any L ongsrl”
chain. And his vest was unbuttoned.
certain to be arrested . And Dad will
D e a r e s t—I 'm a c o w a rd , a n d I d o n 't s u p H is fingers flew to the inside pocket.
never forgive him. He said If H arry
p o s e y o u c a n e v e r fo rg iv e m e. B u t y o u
ever got into anoth er scrape he— d o n 't k n o w w h a t D ad Is, w h e n h e ’s In o n e I t was empty.
A gurgling cry, like th a t which Is
Tom, please—please, for my sake, go o f h is r a g e s . T h e re is n o th in g h e w o u ld n ’t
d o If h e fo u n d o u t I ’d d iso b e y e d h im . ■wrung from th e dying, b u rst from
over and get him away.”
I c o u ld n 't h e lp y o u , T o m . I J u s t c o u ld n ’t. T om ’s dry lips.
"B ut—but—’’
B u t t h e r e 's s o m e th in g I c a n do. A nd I 'v e
W hat was to be done? And. from
"Please, d e a r!” she entreated.
d o n e ft. L’n clo tt o v e r w a s m y g o d - f a th e r ,
And, stirred by the hint of tea rs a n d h e lo v e s m o b e t t e r th a n a n y o n e else long habit, conscience answ ered:
I
’v
e
J
u
s
t
b
e
e
n
to
h
im
a
n
d
to
ld
h
im
"T ell the tru th !” But his cooler Judg
In h e r entreaty, he reluctantly obeyed.
R unning a cro ss.th e street, he plunged t h H e e w h w o a le s s sp to le ry n . d id a b o u t It. H e s a id : m ent realized th a t In the presen t case
Into the jostling group, arriving ju st “ I 'll h e lp v o n b o th o u t. S en d T o m B la k e the tru th w as th e one thing he could
as lla rry struck
the policeman a to m e a n d I ’ll g iv e h im a c h a n c e In m y not tell.
glancing blow on the back of the neck. ow n office. S in c e y o u b eliev e In h im , s o
"All my life," he m uttered to him
In a y e a r y o u 'll b e o f a g e .
"Get away from th is !” ordered T o m ,' T w h ill e n I . y o u A nd
c a n m a r r y a n y o n e y o u w a n t to . self in sick resentm ent, "I’ve told the
seizing H arry's arm and flinging him B y t h a t tim e, if h e ’s a n y goo d , h e ’ll b e tru th . And all my life I’ve gotten
m a k in g a m a r r y in g s a la r y . T e ll h im to
Into trouble by doing It. H ere goes
back out of the Struggle.
m e an ti se e m e to m o r r o w .” P le a s e g o for my first lie !”
As he did so. the policeman turned co
to h im , T o m . I t 's o u r o n e c h a n c e .—
to grapple w ith th e m an who had H e a rtb r o k e n ly .
R etracing his steps, he m ade for the
struck him. Tom w as w here H arry
M A R J O R IE .
office and stealth ily let him self In
” P . S .—I lo v e y o u .”
had been standing and the bluernat
•with his key. Going stra ig h t to his
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e
e
e
e
grabbed him. H arry, seeing w hat had
own desk, he locked every draw er in
The next y ear w as one of tire less
happened yelled:
It; then, w ith a chisel broke all the
"B eat It, boys! H ere come the re work and steady achievem ent for Tom locks.
Blake. He m ore th an justified the
serv es!"
After which he strew ed papers
In a m om ent th e group had sc a t "chance" th a t R oger Lampson gave about the floor and left th e top draw er
tered, leaving Tom a captive. Tom him by bringing to his new Job a re wide open. He perform ed th e same
sistless energy, enthusiasm and adapt
m ade no resistance, saying m erely:
feat with th re e o th er desks. T hen he
"You've got hold of th e w rong chap, ability that quickly won his employ w ent home, leaving the office' outer
e
r’s
approval.
Officer. A nother case of a rre stin g th e
door unlocked.
”1 thought 1 w as doing you a favor,
‘Innocent b y s ta n d e r!'”
Next m orning as Roger Lampson
Marjorie,”
Roger
Lam
pson
said
to
the
"Yeu’re th e lad th a t h it me,” de
neared the office Tom caught up with
girl
one
day,
“by
hirin
g
young
Blake.
clared the policeman, puffing from
him and they e ntered together.
his hard light. "I’ll sw ear to that. But it was you who did me a favor
“I put th a t Sullivan Aioney In tb«
by
getting
me
such
a
m
an
to
work
for
Come a long!”
me.
He's
had
tw
o
prom
otions
this
M arjorie, seeing her lover’s plight,
ran across th e stre e t to his rescue. past year. And h e ’s going to get a
Before she could reach %lm H arry third and bigger raise next m onth.”
"Next m onth?” echoed Marjorie.
ffarted out of th e shadow s and caught
"Why th a t’s June. The m onth of
hold of her hand.
"Come away from th is !” he said, weddings.”
"And the m onth of your birthday,"
harshly, "and come quick! I'm hot
going to have my sister mixed up in supplemented h e r uncle. "You'll bo
• police court case!” “ If you don't of age the first of Juno, won't you?
come. I’ll tell Dad you w ere with Tom
Well. ta';e my advice—m arry Tom
B lake a fte r you’d been ordered not to. Blake th at day. And I’ll m ake your
And you can figure out for yourself peace with your fa th e r afterw ard.”
What Dad will do, then.”
Marjorie sped to Tom with this in-
W eeping, she surrendered; fear spir I suggestion. And the wedding
overcom ing loyalty.
date was accordingly fixed for June 1. I
The university tow n's two m orning
Tom. aglow w ith delight a t the
papers next day contained lurid ac
prospect, and a t th e prom ise of a raise
counts of wh:1' 1 1 r\ term ed “a stu
in pay, hurried back to the office
dent rio t;” an 1 ”
■<!-1-d the Infor-
Mat ion the«
'th w a tte a fter his lunch tim e chat with Mar
jorie.
Blake, a senior a t the university, had
It was a busy day. and. during the
been the ringleader and had been a r
afternoon a detail of work arrived th a t
rested for assaulting Officer Hutch.
had to he com pleted In haste. Tom
When Tom, a fte r a hideous seen«
at once volunteered to stay a fte r
a t home, w ent to the university he
found a sum m ons to report a t once hours to finish It.
As he a t last laid aside the com
a t the office of the Institution’s presl
pleted task and renched for his h at
dent. To the oresldent's displeased
an* coat he heard a rap at the door
inquiries, Tom m erely said:
of the outer office. Answering the
"I had nothing to do with th e light
summons he adm itted lam es Sullivan,;
I was on the o th er side of the street
"H arry Has T hreatened to T ell Fa
when I first saw It. I tried to get an a custom er of the firm.
th e r If I Say A nythingl”
"Hello. Blake.” th e visitor greeted;j
acquaintance out of danger. And. In
the scrim m age t was caught and a r him. pulling a w allet from his pocket.
rested. I give you my word I had "I sold my old c a r this evening for top draw er of my desk last night,”
$sr»o. Here y is. In fifties. Please Tom was saying as they w ent In.
no p art In any of th e re st of I t ”
ask Lampson to keep It on deposit "and locked It. I hope I did right? It
“ If you a re really Innocent you
seemed safer than to carry It around
probably h ave w itnesses to prove It. here till I get back to town."
"But," obje-ted Toni, "only Mr. w ith me. I—w hat's the m a tte r? ” he
You say you w ere on the o ther side
broke off In loud-voiced dism ay.
of the stre e t when you first saw the Lampson and the cashier have the
combination of th e safe. W hat shall
A group of employees w ere standing
light. W ere you alone?"
I do with th is overnight? W here shall In the c en ter of the room, starin g at
"No, sir.”
th e havoc w rought on the previous
I'd lota ra th er see you w ith h is co n
"Then surely the person or persons I pot It?”
i n g - ■”
sen t. B u t I'm g o in g to s e e y o u Just th e
"Oh. ju st tak e personal care of It,” night.
He got no further. H is father sa m e: e v e n w ith o u t h is co n sen t Is th a t with you can prove your Innocence."
"Somebody’s broke In h e re!" piped
SuRlvan.
w ro n g ? I h ope not. b e c a u s e I'm gotn g
"Yes. sir. If necessary. Though I suggested
Tie was gone, leaving Ttroi looking th e office boy at sight of bis em
kicked off one slipper, picked it up, to, a n y w a y . A nd b esid es, y o u g a v e him don't like to bring h e r into this. I
down perplexedly a t the flfty-dollar ployer. "Someone got In last night
caught the wretched boy by the nap fa ir w a rn in g .
was with a lady. If you will let mo
I'm g o in g to s lip o u t o f th e h o u se for
hills in his hand. Tom. after a mo a n ’—”
of the neck, flung him over th e paten
a few m in u tes a fte r d in n er th is even in g. go Into your telephone booth th ere m ent's thought, w ent to the telephone
Tom. with a gasp of apprehension,
nal knee and began to rain blow« W ou ld y o u c a r e to m eet m e? I f you and call h e r up. I will tell her you
upon him with the full force of a vig w ould I'll be a t th e C o lle g e drug sto re a t wish to ask h e r a few questions and called up R oger Iotmpson at th e ran to hla desk.
latter's house, tellin g his em ployer of
a b o u t e i g h t A ll y o u r a
"G one!” he shouted, as he surveyed
orous and a n g e rd rtre n arm.
over the phone.”
M A R JO R IE .
Sullivan's deposit.
the wreckage. "The Sullivan money’s
At last the ordeal was over. Mr,
Tom entered the office booth and
"P ut It som ew here for the night.” gone!"
B lake shoved the tortured boy awsy
Prom ptly a t l Tom reached the railed up th e Lam pson home. Mar
"Man from p'Hce headquarters to
from him and stamped out of the College drug store.
He glanced In jorie herself nsw ered the ring. In replied Lam pson. "and tu rn It over to
room
M arjorie ran up to Tom and side. M arjorie was not th ere yet. Rut a few hurried words he explained th a the cashier In th e m orning T hanks, see you, sir.” reported the office boy,
1net »v..-. oomu fnr railing m e UP to ushering In a wooden-faced plain
cau g h t his pain-clenched hands In a half dosen youths from tha unlver situation.
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Boost
for Coos
The Greatest Celebration in Years
Coos Bay Country invites the
world to celebrate the coming
of the railroad. H ospitality is
the Keynote of this celebration.
PROGRAM
NORTH B EN D D A Y
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Band C oncerts—Speaking Ceremonies—Dedication Simpson P a rk —S tre et
C arnival—W ater S ports—Parades D riving Golden Spike.
COOS C O U N T Y D A Y
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T rips by rail and boat to Coquille. Bandon, M yrtle Point, Powers, Coos
Bay, Mussel Reef, Sunset Bay. Cape Arago. Sea food dinner a t C har
leston Bay. Fishing a t Lakeside Launch trip s on Coos Bay.
M A R S H F IE L D D A Y
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Industrial Parade W ater S p u rts -A u to Racing
P a ra d e —Firew orks Dancing—Horse Racing.
Illum inated Launch
Low Round Trip Fares
O i S; le 21 to 2 6 inc.
R e tu rn Lim it Aug. 31
A sk Local A gent
John M. Scott Gen. Pass. Agt.
Portland, Oregon
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LADIES’
SHOES
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Suede, Nubuck
Paterts, and
V elv ets
Lyons & Jones
Going Fishing?
I f so, this is the place to obtain your supplies.
plete line of
We have a very com
Trout Flies
and vacation equipm ent.
Come in and let us fit vou out
Fairbanks & Morse 1 1-2 horse power gaso
line engine with built-in magneto, $45.
Special:
COQUILLE HARDWARE CO
R oseb u rg-M yrtle P o in t A n to S ta g e Line
Leave
M yrtle Point
7:40 h . m.
R oseburg
6. a. m.
!- ° 6 hours Running Time
Connecting w ith Coquille Auto Lines
J L. Laird
clothes detective and leading him up
to w here Lampson and Tom w ere
standing.
"Good!” approved Lampson. "I was
going to phone the police. Officer has
your visit anything to do with this
robbery?”
"M aybe It haB; m aybe It h a sn 't,”
replied the plain-clothes man. "I
w ant to see a m an nam ed T hom as
Blake of this address.”
"I am Thom as B lake,” put In Tom,
haggard with a sudden undefined
dread. "W hat do you w ant?”
"You needn't look so scared,” said
tbe detective, grinning. "This a in ’t a
pinch. It's good new s for you. We
got an alarm from Boston last even
in’ to look out for a woman crook
named Lizzie Relson—'L ight-Fingered
Liz’ we call her. Cne of our men ju st
happened to nab her as she was corn
in’ out of H arding's Joint. We searched
her a t headquarters. An’ we found—
th is!”
D ram atically he pulled out a long
envelope addressed. In Tom’s own
ch aracteristic h andw riting to "T hom
as Blake, care of Roger Lampson A
Co., 231 M arket st e et.”
One end of the envelope had been
torn open. The detective shook out
of it a sheaf of seventeen flfty-dollar
bills.
"W e took th is of? her," he w ent on.
"an' we gave her a ta s te of the third
degree till she talked. 8he says you’re
a friend of h ers a n ’ th a t you a n ' her
was drtnkln’ to g eth er a t H arding's
last night an' she lifted th is from you
before you had a chance to spend It
on anyone else."
Five m inutes la te r Roger Lampson
was saying, with genuine sorrow In
his voice:
’T m not going to prosecute. Blake.
But you've proved* ourself not only a
thief but th a m ost conscienceless l'a r
M y rtle P o in t
I ever bad th e 'h a d Kick to meet. "1
cannot employ you any longer. And
my sense of fairness will force me tb
warn any future em ployer of your’s
th a t you a re a dangerous crook.”
Tom walked, dazedly. ogt of the of
fice. H is h e art was dead.
At the o u ter door of the building
a m essenger boy halted him.
"L e tte r for you, Mr. Blake,” said the
boy.
Tom, w ith a thrill, recognized Mar
jorie's w riting on the envelope. In
his hour of direst need, here was a
word of ch eer from her!
He tore
open the envelope and read:
H a r ry h a s Just totd m e. A nd I n ever
w a n t to see or h ea r o f you a gain .
He
s a y s —an d tw o o f h is frien d s co rrob orate
him— th a t h e s a w you la s t n ig h t In a
slu m r e sta u r a n t—w ith a w om an . W h en
th e y le ft th e p la ce h er arm w a s arou n d
you and y o u r h ead w a s on h er shou lder.
I cou ld h a v e fo rg iv en a n y th in g h u t th at.
Y o u ,, h a v e broken m y h eart.
D ad and
H a rry h a v e told m e all a lo n g th e sort o f
m an y o u are. b u t I w ould n ev er b eliev e
them u n til n o w It Is proved.
P le a s e don't tr y to ex p la in . It Is u s e
le ss. I k n o w you n ow for w h a t you are
Y our w h o le life h a s b een a lie—a lie to
th e gtrl w h o tru sted you. G ood -b y«'
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"A He?” m uttered Tom, half aloud
"Yes, the whole world Is a world of
lies. It's a world I’m tired of. A
world th a t has cast me out. T here's
nothing left. Nothing. My parents,
my work, my sw eetheart—all gone."
A long tim e be stood m otionless.
Then slowly he turned tow ard the riv
er. W hen a t last he stood on th e pier
above the fast-running w aters he
spake again:
"Life has been too much for me.
Too much when I told the tru th , far
too m uch, when I turned from tbe
truth. It will be good to rest."
He plunged forward and the greedy
w aters seized his body Jn th e ir sw ift
embrace.
(END OF SEVENTH STOHY.I