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About Eagle Valley news. (Richland, Or.) 191?-1919 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 15, 1914)
L Novelization of a,Qy Alice Bradley's Play 3y GERTRUDE STEVENSON Illustrations from Photographs of the Stage Production Oopyrifibt,lWJ (rabUoaUoa SYNOPSIS. Daniel Slado suddenly Advance from a penniless miner to a millionaire, and bo comca a power In the political and bust iiojui world. Ho has hla eyo on tlio gover nors cnair. His simpio, nome-ioving who zaiu to rise to tno new conditions. CHAPTER I Continued. . -Dan," Btao Bald, "I'll toll you some thing. These expensive laundries ruin .your shirts right off, and whon I washed 'cm they lasted a whole year. They ain't Ironed right, either." "Oh, my God!" groaned Slado, help lessly, pitying her lack of understand Ing rather than being angry with her. "I wish you'd forgot, Mary, that I tiad to let you wash and scrub once Wo'ro up now. Let us kick the lad der out from under us and etay up forgot how we got here." "But I don't want to forget." remon strated the little wisp of a woman op posite him. "I was perfectly content ed thoso days. I ain't now. I hate this house. I hato It It's too big. The help scare mo, so many of 'em. r like jest one hired girl and my old sitting-room set" She stopped medi tatively, her thoughts wandering back to the early days when her husband -took his pick and dinner pail and tramped off to the mines, and she sang as she bent over the washtub -and busied herself at the kitchen tove. Her husband sat with face averted. Ills imagination carrying him far Into -the future a vision of honor as chief -executive of the state and power in keeping with the untold riches he had accumulated. -That's It," he finally exclaimed, "1 -want to go ahead and you want to stick over your washtuba. I need the spport of big people got to mix with "em, and be one of 'em And you won't" "No, I don't have to," replied Mary. 1 needn't" "You don't see the necessity of Join ing mo?" he asked, -testily. JJI-don't-know how',""" "Do you want to know how?" ho persisted. "No," came the provoklngly indiffer ent answer. -You're putting the bars up In the middle of the road," he continued ""and I'm making up my mind to change things." Suddenly Mary's lips quivered and a. hurt look showed In her eyes behind the misty tears as she realized that whatever she did Irritated her bus band. She started to speak, but was interrupted by the entrance of a serv ant, who announced that Senator Strickland and bis daughter had Just phoned to say that he and his daugh -ter would call on their way to the opera. Slade's face flushed and paled at the thought flushed at the pleasurable -surprise at this unlooked-for attention from the senator, and paled as he 'thought of the senator's stunningly ;Eowned daughter arriving to find bis -wife In a cheap, Ill-fitting dress that -would have looked badly even for morning wear. -Mary, you look like a steerage pas- sengcr," be exclaimed suddenly, turn Ing on the flustered little woman, who was agba6tat the very thought of a call from the senator and his daugh ter. "Go upstairs and dress. I'll make excuses and hold them till you come down." "I can't," she gasped. "I ain't- got time, anyway, and 1 haven't anything to go to the opera In." Slade leaned forward and struck. the table with his clenched flat "Don't you understand? You must see these J people. Tonight's paper names me for governor. Strickland's influence le more necessary to me than any other man's In the whole state. He controls the party. He's bringing his daugh ter to my house. You're meeting them socially. Come on, now, come on" lie became persuasive "put on a nice little gown and come along and show them you can do something. We'll bold a reception here and it'll be a direct answer to Wesley Merritt's slur en you In tonight's paper." Go to the opera with 'Catherine Strickland with a women who had Just returned from Europe the wom an who had dined with a queen and been feted allover the continent. Hold a. reception -hoBtees In this house where she felt, save for hor Dan, a stranger. Meet people who spoke In what to her was a Btrange and alto jjether unmanageable fashion, Mary caught her breath with a sob of dismay. The very thought para lyzed her, "I can't, Dan," she finally managed to blurl out. "I'd do any -tklH elite for you but not UiIh," J"VM"npi "k PVoUt," replied : Governor's lUahts Keterrl) tj Davia Belaaoo. Slado, ominously, and poor Mary, too excited to lntorprot the threat, picked up "hor sewing and hor nowspapers and made for the door. "Toll them," Bho oxclalmod breath lessly, "toll thorn I had a headache that's a fashionnblo enough excuse, anyway." And, terrified, she fed out of the room as Kathorlno Strickland and her fathor woro announcod. CHAPTER II. As Slado turnpd from the fright oncd, Insignificant figure of his floo lng wife, ho saw a woman of porfect polso and queenly carrtago, a woman a trifle hnughty and Insolent in her youth and beauty and assured com mand of all tho Intricacies of social grace and charm. Her wide, full oyes met his with an engaging, frank curi osity to seo this now factor in tho po litical world. Her gown was a tri umph of soft, shimmering silk and alluring chiffon a gown that empha sized the charm of her proud, statu esque figuro. She was tho sort of woman that makes a man glow with prldo to present as his wlfo or daugh ter. She was all that Mary Slado was not Slade stood looking at her, fasci nated, forgetting for tho moment tho man she was with, remembering notb- She Was All That Mary Slado Was Not. ing but the magnetic personality of the woman whose reputation for do ing big things in a big way was al ready known to him a woman whose eyes meeting bis gave back flash for flash and understanding for under standing. Almost mechanically Slade found himsolf acknowledging Senator Strick land's formal presentation of his daughter. Hesitatingly ho offered bis hand, which the girl, perfectly at ease, grasped with a cordial, sympa thetic pressure. Her eyes were look ing critically into his, much as If she were trying to read him through and through and take his measure for fu ture use. Her easy, graceful acceptance of the situation, her thoughtful Inquiry for Mrs. Slade s health, prompted by well bred sympathy rather than any curi ous Interest, and the cultured modula tion of her splendid voice, charmed him as no woman had ever done be fore. There was nothing of the shy, retir ing Ingenue In 'Catherine Strickland's makeup. She was a woman of splen did physique and wonderful mental de velopment Her appeal to a man was that of a dominant Intellect as much as of a lovely woman. She Immedi ately Impressed Blade as being keen witted, Htrong-inlnded and clever, His admiration dlp)uyed UuuU In hla ahis sBH BBBBBr'x-'? v SbsBb1 BSBsK&i!; bSSSSSSSSI Bi JbRHbsH BSBBBBBBaBKIiSsBBBBBBBBBBl BssBfc!? : VsSbbbbbm BBBBBBBBBBbl -.-.BbBT FsTBsTBBl bbbbbbbbbbbsk aasBrfBSBBBk Ing eyes nnd hts unusually affable, at tentive manner. Buddonly ho found hlmsolf compar ing his own llttlo old-fashioned wife with this handsome, self-poaseBBed woman before him. What a wife Kath orlno Strickland would be for the gov emot of a statol What a picture she would innko presiding at tho head of a millionaire's dinner tables t How- wonderfully bucu a woman would adorn tho richly furnished rooms of hlB newly built mansion! Instead of the work-worn flngors of his wlfo, con tluuously fumbling with darning threads, ho saw, In a mental vision, thla woman's lovoly hands constantly engaged In unwinding tho threads of problematic political tangles. Here was a woman who would bo a man's wlfo and comrade tho very antithesis of the housohold drudgo hts own wife was content to be, with no Interest outsldo of tho four walls of hor home and no desire for anything bigger In lifo than the dally routlno of break fast, dinner and supper, washing on Monday, Ironing on Tuesday, and bo on to tho end of tho wcok wook aftor week In the saino doudly rut Here was a woman who would "go along with a man" possibly a stop ahead blazing the way for now and groator glories and recognizing no limit Slado brought his reflections to a sudden halt as ho remembered the girl's father. "Why, what has happened to you sonator? Your faco looks different than It did this afternoon." "Her fault," replied the senator, with a smllo of tolerant affection, In dicating his daughter. "She" made mo cut my beard thla way. It's French." Kathorlno laughed a doltghtful, thronty llttlo laugh. "Konsonso, father," she protested. "Of course I like tho West, but 1 don't bollevo in bolng absolutely typ ical. I was horrified whon I got back and found you so blatantly tho typi cal, much-cartooned Westerner." "Mr. Slade," resumed Strickland, "a few Influential men from different parts of our stato are having a moot ing In town tomorrow, and 1 want you to moot them. I'm arranging a little Impromptu dinner, and thought 'Cath erine might be able to persuade Mrs. Slado and yourself to Join us." "Oh. father, tell tho truth," Kath- erlne Interrupted. "Theso gontlomen want to meet you, Mr. Slade. I hear we're to expect great things of you. You see, I've been mixed up In poll tics all my life, and I do love to have a hand In them." She'd run for president if they'd let her," teased her father. Indeed I. would," the girl admitted, brazenly. "I've got politics In my blood, and' home doesn't seem like home unless politics are being brewed In our dining-room. So you'll both come, won't you you and Mrs. Slade." Slade was stammering his Accept ance whon Strickland Interrupted ab ruptly. "How'd you like to be governor, Slade?" Slade threw back his bead with a laugh that was Intended to denote complete unconcern. "Oh that talk!. Did the ovenlng papers put that Into your head or " and ho paused significantly, "did you put It Into tho evening papers?" Strickland's laugh was a practical admission. "It would mean a hard fight, Slado. The water-front crowd's against you, and you can't get on without their Influence." "Not in this town, at least," amend ed Katberine. "You've got to have WeBloy Merrltt, his paper, his highfalutlng editorials and his speechmaking and bis wife,1 Strickland explained. "Ho and bis crowd run tho town." "Oh, you moan t my neighbors?" asked Slade. "They'll como around," he finished, meaningly. "But, man alivol Only today Mer ritt's attack on you was scurrilous. I remonstrated with him myself. He's your out-and-out enemy. I'vo tried to got him to to come over and shake hands, but he swoars he'll never cross your threshold" "I guess they'll como when I want 'em to come," Slade Interrupted, with an assurance his auditors could not understand. "In fact, I'm looking for 'em any minute now," and be consult ed hla watch. You're looking for them hero to night?" gasped Strickland, showing plainly he thought Slado was making a Joke of the matter. Yes, tonight," replied the would-be governor, quietly, and turned to Kath orlno. Strickland subsided, a question growing In his mind as to whether he bad fully measured the man he expect ed to use for his own political and financial ends. There was In Slade's method of fighting a direct and open quality that would mako him hard to handle in the crooked and Indirect ways of political life. Kathorlno Strickland's eyes nar rowed as she met Slade's gaze. Her quick, calculating mind saw in this man the possibility of realizing her highest hopes and ambitions, With such a man a woman could scalo any heights reach any goal, He was hard yes I Hut a man needs to be hard Ir those days nnd times If ho la over la accomplish anything. In her fer tile brain smoldored ambltlona great an his ambltlona that she now realized would never be attained un lets she made some great radical change In her life. She had pushed her father as far as the man would could go. She had outdistanced every girl In her circle. She had reached high, but she had triumphed. Now she was at the end of her tether. It was a matter of making somo one hugo stroke or sinking back Into stupid obscurity, a situation all tho more blttor because of hor previous successes. The thought of Bottling down Into the ev j oryday llfo of the western city where she was born made hor vory soul squirm. Surely thoro was something more In life for her. Suroly there wore blggor goals to be gained. Sho had novor realized hotv empty tho old homo llfo was until uuvr, when sho suddenly found herself a part of It again aftor tho brilliant European season and tho stimulating, exciting llfo In diplomatic clrclos at the capital. Tho thought of remaining in the West, a big frog In a little puddle, had grown positively hatoful to her. Hlg or little herself, she wanted a big puddlo. Sho was quite satisfied In her own mind that no puddle would be bo big that alio couldn't become a frog of consldorablo slzo In It. Now, as hor rcstlosB brain and soul clamored for higher goals nnd a wider neW, the thought of Slade's millions. Ity, Slade s reputation for sweeping everything before him. Slade's prob- fire. With htm, with his weapons, what a caroor lay before a woman I Just ns suddenly she found herself wondering what sort of a woman had been a mate to this man for bo many years. Sho was conscious of a poign ant pang of envy Jealousy almost nut I'uut, ui juoiuuoi niiuuav against this woman who had the op- portunlty which was denied her. "Well, what do you think of your own country, now you're back?" Bhe hoard Slado's voice saying. "Seem big to you?" (TO I1E CONTINUED.) FROM BODY OF CATERPILLAR A.,.rii. m. crinn. Pi-nt which Develops From Action of P.ra- i. - t rr,., i. a caterpillar In Australia. It looks tiaVUlU IH iwi v u iiuio for food undor leaves and twlga In the usual way. As It searches, a parasite, specially equipped by nature for the purpose, drops on Its nock and fastens Itsolf tnero. In a weok or two thla little parasite seed begins to germinate, drawing Its nourishment from the vory life blood of the Insect The latter, feeling sick, buries Itself about two Inches Into tho ground. Eventually a pale green stalk, about twelve Inches high, at tbe summit of which Is a roost extraordinary flower. Bomowuai rcsomuung me top of a bulrush when In seed, appears. The poor caterpillar's refuge in the ground Is of no avail, for Its whole In terior has to make room for a mass of roots. Suckod as dry as a bone. It Is actually converted into a stick of wood. French Temperance Society, An organization for the promotion of temperance In France has been founded by M. Schmidt, doputy for the department of tho Vosgcs. A feature of the new body 1b Its catholicity. It Includes every shade of political and religious bollof, and all classes of bo- fllfilv nnlltlnlnnn. nrnfnualnnol mn and workmen. A meeting addressed bv doctors. lawvars ami n Hnnntv h. Just beon held In Bordeaux. The new association, which la called "L'Alarme." Justifies Its nam hv rail, lnz attention to the rlulnsr flnr.d nf alcoholism In France. Remembered Instructions. She was a little girl and very co- lite. It was tho first time she bad been on a visit alone, and she had been carefully Instructed how to be have. "If they ask you to dine with them." papa had said, "you must say. 'No. thank you; I have already dined.' " It turned out Just as papa had an- tlclpated. "Come along, Marjorle," said her little friend's father, "you must have a bite with us." "No, thank you," said the little girl. with dignity; "I have already bitten." Not Down to Standard. Perslstont Contributor You are quite sure you do not want thla story, then? candid Editor quite aure. Persistent Contributor And yet you say It Is not bad. Candid Editor Excuse roe. You miBuuuersiooa. .ne story is Dad, but not bad enough. Judge. To Make Whitewash Stick. To keep whitewash from rubbln off easily make a thin cooked paste of one pint of wheal flour and add to each pailful, A lltllo carbolic acid added to the whitewash, will help pre- runt me pjHcos wjiore it la uaod get tlug Musty, WHEN WAR IS SILENT HAS NO SOPHISTRY WITH WHICH TO CONFRONT WOMAN, Great as Must Be Acknowledged Art Hla Powers of Deception They Fall In the Presence of the Mother of tho Slain. War rat on a high placo near the city named Earth, whoro all who pansod along tho highway called Life could aoo him as thoy wont on tholr Journeys. Among thoso who took tholr oyes from tho ground wan King. Whon ho saw War ho Htoppod. "Who nro you that Hits bcsldo tho highway of Llfo?" nnkod King. War nuswored: j am i0wor, nnd Dominion, and rrM0. i ln ti, ,,mkor nnd unmnkor of dynasties. I sot un nnd null down tho ruJorB of Knrtn tho Kroat cty in wnch you dW0. uy mo wealth and Htrongth nro apportioned, dishonor Is ro(0mn,i. Piht is mndo nlaln. and JiiBtlco Ih done." So King wont hts way, thinking. "War Ih good." Soon thoro camo Young Man, and ,, , ,,,, ,,, w WHM yBr Bnj(.. A(ivonturo and Daring, Hold- , d(ltInctlon 0 mon, Those who , ,t , nosn that comes from ardent toll, tho Joy that Is born of struggle. Tho peo- plo of Earth look with grcatost favor on thoBo who enroll thomsolvos In my record book nnd rownrd thorn with tho first consideration." Young Man whistled an ho followed I ., ... ...... . ia tho ,,?',w,lJp1 ca,,? ,fr,fo' and CrM aloud, "War In noble! Next Old Man, weak of sight and hnrd of hoarlng, poored at War and snld: "Who aro you, up thoro? To Old Man War ropllod: "I am Memory and tho Thoughts of Yentorday, I It won who filled your ,,c,nr.t .r,0'ld " c,othc,d our inuiii witn ma koou momorinin ui K'orloun past I took from you your f,rm' In P,a 1 Bft7 ouf BO'""- votod friend. Ily mo you woro mado poor In pocket, to bog your bread as i .t til HIT lM f "hikcu ii.o uB.ma7 " -. but in exchange I gavo you tho groat ... . e days of your manuoou to corniort anu sustain you." Old Man's face was lighted by ma thoughts of tho bravo days whon ho know War. and as he sot one foot be foro tho other ho chuckled, and struck his thigh with his hand, and mumbled In his. beard: "I mind now that War Is the groat thing." Ilut then there camo on tho high way called Llfo woman, wno naa borno sons that War had destroyed, and daughters who had wopt upon hor nklrts for tholr huBbanda that War had torn from thorn; Woman, who had dried tho oars of orphans War had mado nnd stanched tho blood of wounds that War hnd glvon; Woman, who had mourned War's dead, and starved that War might cat And Woman saw War and nsked him nothing, but find shrieking away from him on tho highway called Llfo; and ns Womnn flod from him War was sllont, for ho had no words to speak. Now York Times. Most Economical Woman. Most mon nro not blessed with such ft troasuro of a wlfo ns la Langloy, re- marKB liarPOr 8 fllBgOZinO. "My ,B tho m08t economical woman In tho world, confided Lnng- t0 R frlonU one n,Bl wlin nr0 foun(1 VtlSo- "Why, do you know, sho's ovon found a use for tho stnoll of my motor car." "Groat heavens! Do you moan It7 oxclalmod his friend. "Surest thing you Know. Hlio hangs cheesecloth over tho gasollno exhaust and packs away nor turn in it to Keep the moths out during tho summer." Hard to Win. "You don't Boem to bo making much progress with Miss Bondors." "That depends on what you mean by 'progress.' I daro say I'vo tangoed at least a hundred miles with her, but I don't soom to bo any nearer her heart than I was a month ego." A Refuge In Noise. "What makes you sit up thore and toot tho automobllo horn?" asked tho passing friend. "Charllo tells mo to," replied young Mrs. Torklns, "so that I won't hear tho things ho says while ho Is fixing the machlno." Worse Yet. Uneasy PassonKor I say. steward. donsn't tho s i n tin fr Khtfu v? Dignified Stoward Tho vessel, mum, In trying to sot a good oxarnplo to the pasBongors. Tatlor. Her Coup d'etat, "Did you hijo wlmro in holrosn out Wont married u uut!ior7" "I HupnoHO sliu hiiw It wim thu only way sho could afford to out mviit (ivory day,