The Lancaster Herald. (Lancaster, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, April 10, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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spring loveliness. 1_v ' ;
On an impulse Cunningham went
In and bought it. He murmured
something about a mythical sister,
and mid&me accepted- the explanation
•placidly. So the hat was sent home,
and was enthroned on a little table
In tbo alcove of Cunningham's sitting
i monument.to masculine folly,
> Anne.
landlady’s
until I can’t breathe.- And you lire
up hero with your violets and your
pretty things, and let other people
slave for you.”
< As the last flaming word burned
into hi? consciousness, she stumbled
over the threshold and was gone!
Cunmngham stood in the middle of
the floor, and said to himself, over
and over again, “Oh, you selfish pig,
you selfish pig." -
.. Presently he went downstairs and
jfpund her In "the kitchen with her
head on the table, crying.
» “Oh, look here,” he said, awkward-
ly, “you mustn’t. You go out and
have a good time—”
She seemed such a child that he
obeyed an impulse to comfort her as
he would a child.
"Put on your hat and have a ride
with me. My car will be abound in
a few minutes.”
“Oh. I mustn’t”
"Nonsense.”
"But you should see my hat—it’s
ancient’’
Jlis inspiration seemed heavenborn.
“I have a lovely one upstairs.”
"I know—I—I tried It on once.”
“Try it on again and let me see.”
For a moment she hung back, then
followed him upstairs. Curtains of
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‘beautiful hat Alone
in Madam’s win-
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for BeveraJ years, simply as a slim
child, with dark braids hanging down
her back, 7
When Bhe finished school she helped
her aunt with the lighter housework,
and it was thus that she discovered
the hat She tried it on, and awoke
for tile first time to a knowledge of
her beauty. %i^.v-'7;.
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Hathe. kitchen, little Anne
was still at work. Her aunt was sick;
n’s breakfast rolls Were
i made; it was midnight, and
to her that she had washed
ice dawn.
morning, when she took np
a’s Sunday breakfast of
and bacon, she apolo-
the heaviness of the rolls,
very good at such things,”
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absently. Then as she
called hesr bach. "Oh,
"I Knew—I—I Tried It On Once.”
silvery green hid the alcove. She
went behind them and called back,
“May I wear the veil?”
“Wear anythihg.”
Then, all at once, her voice cried,
"Look, oh, look at me,” and with a
quick gesture she'parted the silvery
curtains, drawing them about her
again, so that her old skirt was hid*
den.
They laughed like a pair of chil-
dren. Then out^f the following si-
lence he said slowly, “Do you know
why I was going to have those peo-
ple to tea—alh of the pretty ladies?”
"No.*
I had a fancy-
—or i
Carpenter suggested it—that I let
§y amFliie one
who was loveliest in it—that I choose
a wife that way-" >
“Oh!” All the Joy went out of her
face. The curtains swung back, re-
vealing her shabbiness. “Oh, but you
wouldn’t.”
"You child,” ho tried to say it light-
ly, but his soul cried to him, “Man,
you have found her!”
His eyes as he watched her fold
up the veil and lay the hat away gave
no htpt of the knowledge that had
come to him. „ -
'Aren’t you going to wear it?" he
demanded.
It wouldn’t fit in with the rest of
No, Til leave the hat for your
lovely lady.”
“Suppose you are the lovely lady?”
“Oh, please—”
"Oh, little Anne, listen.” He came
over and took her hands in his. "When
I was a hoy I used to make up a
story of a dream lady -who lived
among the violets on the bank of a
clear little stream. No real woman
has ever fitted in until I saw your
face—just now—”
And so it came about that in the
joy and beauty of the Easter morn-
ing they went to church together,
and Cunningham, kneeling somewhat
awkwardly beside little Anne, had his
moment of resurrection.
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rather my friend
by the way, Fm going to telephone
to some friends to come over to tea
th^s afternoon. And I want some l\y
tie cakes. Your aunt makes such
jolly ones, with pink and white com-
fits.”
For a stunned moment she stood
and looked at him. Then she flung
out her hands in a passionate ges-
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"Oh,” she said, “I don’t believe in
giving teas on Sunday —r I think
everybody ought to have a little rest
—on Sunday. I had planned to go
out—somewhere for dhe whole day- I
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SYNOPSIS.
Gloria Kert, a motherles girl, who has
spent most of her life in school, arrives
at her father’s home in Belmont. David
Kerr Is the political boss of the town,
and Is anxious -to prevent his daughter
learning of his real character. Kendall,
-fepesenting the Chicago packers, is ne-
gotiating with Judge Gilbert. Kerr’s chief
adviser,, for a valuable franchise. They
fear the opposition of Joe Wright, editor
of the reform paper. Kerr asks the as-
sistance of Judge Gilbert in introducing
Gloria to Belmont society, and promises
to help him put through the packers’
franchise and let him have all the graft.
Gloria meets Joe Wright at the Gilberts.
It appears they are on intimate terfais,
having met previously in a touring party
In Europe. The Gilberts invite Gloria to
stay with them pending the refurnishing
of the Kerr home. Wright begins his fight
agafnst the proposed franchise in the col-
umns of his paper, the Belmont News.
Kerr, through his henchmen, exerts ev-
ery influence to hamper Wright In the
publication of his paper. Gloria realizes
she is hot being received by tfce best so-
ciety and Is unhappy. She takes up set-
tlement work. Kerr and his lieutenants
decide to buy Kerr’s paper and ask the
editor to meet them at Gilbert’s office.
Calling at Gilbert’s office to solicit a do-
nation Gloria meets Wright. He proposes
and is accepted while waiting to be called
into the conference. Wright refuses to
terror and set her heart to beating
high with Budden fear. "But not this,
O God! Not this.”
A She repeated the pathetic words of
Little Ella.
f .«‘There’s enough of As drops in Bel-
mont. to fill a pretty big bucket’—oh,
it can’t be my father! It can’t be my
Tather!—He has a daughter—It’s all
a horrid jnistake. There must be an-
other David Kerr. I’m sure.”
Gloria sprang from her chair and
seized the sleeping woman roughly by
he arm.
“Listen to me. Tell me something
more of David Kerr.”
She shook Little Ella into a con-
scious state and repeated the question.
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There’s only one I know of,” an-
swered Ella. “He’s got a real estate
office on Fifth street.”
i« "What!
The net of circumstances was be-
ing drawn tight¥ft* and tighter about
conference. Wright refuses to I one man, and that man her father.
rfini!h.PTh£ Behrumt^Ows^ppears With ' "A™ 3™ 8ure he’ff the man. girt?”
a bitter attack on Kerr. Gloria calls
Wright a coward and refuses to listen to
any explanation from him. Broken-heart- , , ...
ed, Gloria decides to plunge more deeply] she had become afraid,
into settlement work. She calls on a sick
girl of the underworld, named Ella.
the
CHAPTER XVIII.—Continued
Little Elia had come to realize soon
after they had met that she was deal-
ing with a fledgling. Hence she bore
with her and answered her question
patiently.
“Gosh! Little time he spends col-
lecting money down here.” Her tone
Indicated clearly that he Bpent no
time at. all. “What's the copi fer?
What’s Mike Noonan fer? He’s got
other things to do himself. 1 oncet
knowed a young lawjfqr, an’ he tol’ me
the boss got his from the big gamblin’
houses, an' the street car confp’ny, an*
the 'lectric light} comp'ny, an’ big
things like that/*
"Then you’re just a drop in
bucket.”. The magnitude of the "sys-
tem” was just beginning to dawn on
Gloria. She now saw that itB ramifi-
cations were many, that there must be
much that even this woman, for all
her knowledge, could knoifr little of.
While she could not learn all from Lit-
tle Ella, she could learn enough to
make her father investigate. v -
"There’s enough of us drops in 1
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ter, will you? I never was so dry at
a Dutch picnic.”
Gloria poured a glass of water for
her. Then, feeling that she had not
been considerate in asking the girl to
tax her little strength by the recital of
a story that sadly wasted her vital en
ergy, she begged her ta rest ■
“You’re still a bit feverish, tie
down now and rest. Try to go to
sleep, and I’ll sit here and read.”
Soon her patient seemed to sleep,
and Gloria picked np & book and tried
to read. The revelations to which she
hatl listened made all possibility of
concentration upon the printed page
out of the question. Suddenly It oc-
curred to her that she did not know
the boss’ name. Jurt as this came fn-
t o her mind, the girl turned restlessly
and opened her eyes. Finding that
she was awake, Gloria asked:
"Tell me, what’s the name of the
boss?”
, "Eh? What?” Little Ella was not
thoroughly awake.
“What’s the name of the boss? I
want to tell father.”
“His name? Oh, it’s Kerr. He’s ol’
Dave Kerr. Ever hear of him?”
Having roused herself sufficiently to
answer the question, Little Ella sank
again into a doze.
As for Gloria, it almost seemed that
the words meant nothing to her at all.
So slowly did her mind accept this in-
telligence that the fall of the book un-
noticed to the floor did not seem re-
lated in point of time. Yet in fact it
told that her mind was intent upon
one question: Who was the boss of
Belmont?
“Kerr! Kerr! Old Dave Kerr,”
still rang in her ears. “The boss?
Dave Kerr? I wonder what relation—"
The very ignominy of the thought re-
strained her. "No, no, no. It’s all a
mistake. It can’t be— I couldn’t be-
lieve it. There can’t be any relation
of my father’s—my fa— It’s absurd.
It would be maddening, the suspicion
of such a thing. Why, my father’s the
soul of honor.”
Without warning, Joe Wright came
Into her mind; Joe Wright, her evil
genius.”
“What did the>j?aper say? ‘The
king of underhand manipulators, Da-
vid Kerr!' The king!” she muttered
aloud, and- clapped her hand over her
mouth at the word. The thought of
such a thing widened her eyes with
Which David Kerr is it?”
Gloria asked the question in as sub-
dued a manner as possible. Suddenly
She^did not
wish to arouse suspicion.
"Sure, he’s the man.” It tried one’s
patience to be roused from sleep, and
then to .meet with contradiction was
enough to make one petulant. To set-
tle the question so thg’t she could go
back to sleep, little Ella added:
“Look on my bureau and you’ll see
a program of the Dave Kerr Demmy-
cratie club balL”
Gloria walked over to the bureau
with its jumble of odds and ends, and
began'to turn over the things me-
chanically.
“No, not that. Look behind that
photygraft That's it. That’s his pic
ture on the front.”
Gloria gave one look. The picture
was that of her father. “
For a time Little Ella chattered
drowsily, but Gloria did not h£ar. She
was prostrated by a grief that numbed
her every faculty. The foundation of
her faith had been swept away.
What she beheld seemed to burn it-
self into her brain. On the cover of
the program were the words: "Annual
Ball. David Kerr Democratic • Club,”
and the picture of her father. It. was
, the truth; her father was the boss of
numt to fill a pretty big buchet“ fl3t ^Wlpiit. So different was her posi-
giri admitted. "Gimme a drink o* wa- rfoA *rx)m that pinnacle on which she
had thought herself to be that the
whole world would have to go through
A revolutionary orientation. There was
nothing In her life which would not
have be adjusted anew because of
this revelation.
As she turned the pages of the pro-
gram, pages filled with liquor and sa-
loon advertisements, her thoughts
were all of herself. Resentment and
anger there were, directed toward her
father, but now in the first moments
when she saw herself as Belmont saw
her humiliation conquered all other
emotions. Her first thought of Joe
Wright was that he had kept the truth
from her. She could not grow more
sick at heart, comparatively feeling
was out of the question because she
was completely crushed, but she saw
as In a book that had been written and
laid away 'as finished, the sacrifice
he had. made for her, the supreme re-
nunciation he had made because he
wduld not denounce her father before
her.
The thought of how different her
home-coming had been from what Bhe
had planned made her laugh hysteric-
ally. Then when she recalled the few
staunch friends she had made she
clutched wildly at the hope that after
all it was untrue.
“It's a lie, every word of it, a lie his
enemies invent. What big man but
has, about him envious wasps that
prick and sting? Judge Gilbert, Mr.
Kendall, Doctor Hayes, they’ll all say
that he—Joe Wright! What of him?
What will he say?”
She put this man that had loved her
in one balance and the other men in
the other. He outweighed them all,
and the momentary hope was gone.
She could see It all now. As the baf-
fling attitude of Belmont revealed it-
self to her bit by bit she buried her
face in#her arms and sobbed.
' "And* I was so proud, oh, so proud!”
mqaned the daughter of David Kerr.
“Joe! Joe! You did love me!—I sent
him away, and I never understood.
Now I can see it all. The social slights
—the cold disdain I could not under-
stand—the whispers that died away
before they reached my ears—all, all,
all because I was David Kerr’s daugh-
ter, David Kerr, the boss of Belmont.’’
Her father’s name exercised a fasci-
nation over her. Again and again she
repeated It, her lips curling with
scorn.
“David Kerr, the boss of Belmont!”
she cried with a contempt that wrung
her heart. "David Kerr, the king of
underhand manipulators! David Kerr,
the man these wretched women look
to for protection—and pay him for it!”
This new thought was a poisoned
arrow that sank into her heart. As
she dwelt upon It her eyes fell upon
hex handsome tailored coat and her
beautiful hat she had laid aside.
“And wifh the money these unhappy
creatures pay, he—he—God in Heaven!
Where did the money come from for
these clothes I wear? What shall I
do? All these years, and I never
knew!”
Where the money came from to pay
for her handsome clothes wracked her
as poignantly as would a great phys-
ical pain. Her thoughts were incoher-
ent, skipping from one horrid phase
of the situation to another. Though
they were disconnected, they were not
vague. Each was a ruthless view of
her deplorable position.
“Why did he let me come home?
How can I bear to have anyone look
at me on the street? I can hear them
now saying, ‘That’s’ she, the boss’
daughter. See her fine clothes. We
know where the money came from to
buy them.’ And I, like a leper, must
ever cry, ,'tJnclean, unclean,’ and see
those whom- I would love flee ever
on before me.” - >''
This made her think again «of Joe
Wright. Surely he had loved her be-
yond all reasc|n to have wished to
marry her, the daughter of such a
man. „•
"Joe, poor old Joer how he has suf-
fered because of me.” She had chosen
in her blindness not to listen to him.
and now he was gone forever, She
had obeyed the dictation of pride^and
stifled the prompting of love, and now
her punishment seemed greater than
she could bear. “He did love me. . He
knew, and still loved me. And I drove
hinf away. Well, it was better so; bnt
he did not love me—once. It’s better
so—for him.”
It was now a far more grievous pros-
pect Than that of the long years which
had confronted her when she had real-
ized the previous day how solitary was
to be her way. Then she had had po-
sition, power, and pride; now these
had been stripped from her, and noth-
ing had been given her in their stead.
In a1 passionate flood of tears she sank
to the floor and cried as if her heart,
would break.
Through it all Little Ella slept, not
knowing that in her room was being
enacted a tragedy of the heart more
profound than any she with all her
shallowness could live in a century of
heartaches.
CHAPTER XIX.
Grief made Gloria insensible to the
flight of time, and how^loq^ she had
been prostrate on the floor before
sounds on the stairs aroused her she
did not know. Thinkl _
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wished above all to avoid explanations, nled a11 knowledge of the
and if none was asked she did- not
wish to have her grief miscoAstr^d.
duty as a nurse. She shoo* h<
and soon was rewarded by
eyes open. - |
“What you want?” asked the
tient. V
“Time to take your medicine,” Glo^
rla answered unblushingly. This was;
only a subterfuge, and it hurt fier to
receiveLJthe profuse thanks which it
Ivoked.- ■
“How are we going to Degin to mafca
things right down here?1
when Littie Ella had sunk back upon
her pillow.
“Begin?” The girl did not under-
stand.
“Yes, you and I. Things can’t go
on as they are.”
“Why, begin with the boss,
course.”
Gloria could not have^been stat
by a more cruel reply.
"Ah, yes,” she sighed, "but how?”
“That’s up to you and yer pa.”
Little Ella recognized that the boss
was out of her sphere of influence.
"Yes, yes, I know. Tell me—does—
David Kerr,” she spoke the name
an effort, "ever—come down here
"Him? Naw. We never see
o’ him.” His daughter gave a sigh
relief. “We don’t know nothin’
him much. We don’t See him, but
feel him. He lives alone, out in
country.”
"Then can he really know?”
"He’s a man, ain’t he?” dema
the woman of the streets fiercely,
knows, but what does he care? I
he had a daughter.” ||
“What’s that?” Gloria asked,
manner in which Little Ella
spoken made her catch heir
with a feeling that was akin to
"I wisht he had a daughter,
she’d have to suffer what we
here suffer.”
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Gloria held up her hand, bidding
cease from even thinking such a “
"No, no, no, not that.”
“Why not?” the other went on
gedly.. -“Could she be any?
was oncet? I tell you, I’d like to
a daughter of his here, and watch
struggle to keep the breath in
body.”
“Have you no mercy?”
rla,; -
“What mercy hev I had shown
by Noonan—'cept fer his own
What mercy from David f
Wouldn't he laugh to see Adai
his in this hell-holer Gloria
sively oovered her eyes with her
as if to shut but even the
such a sight. Little Ella
harshly, “What a joke it
But I’d laugh. I’d watch her*,
darling, to see that she paid I
as I've done.” ' iPjR
Gloria could stand it no k
“Stop, yon senseless gift
a mockery of pity and
absurd to vent your rage
thing that doesn't exist.
withoui
The Picture Was That of Her Father.
But it was not Mrs. Hayes, for Gloria
could hear the heavy tread ascending
to the floor above.
Little Ella was restless and roll#!
and tossed in her sleep. The daughter
of David Kerr looked with pity upon
her. Her discipline was too new, her
spirit was still too untamed for her-to
understand fully the kinship of the
human race. Although she recognized
that she was herself without the caste
she thought was hers, she had not
come to know that on the last great
day there would be only the judgment
of the just and the unjust, not of the
high and the low, of the rich and the
poor, of the wise and the ignorant, of
the master and the servant.
“Poor girl,” murmured Gloria, “you
shall see that I do understand.”
There was also much which she
could learn from this bit of flotsam
cast up uy an unkind sea upon a cheer-
less shore. Seeing that Little Ella
was not sleeping soundly, her desire
to know more got the better of her
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“I wisht he had,” she
fully.
A door slammed suddenly
"Aren't you afraid here alone?’
rla asked. ‘ 7-3
"Naw. I ain’t scared in the <
an’ at night I’m out most o’ the
The sound of a scuffle on the
above brought both women to
tion. There came a sudden,
cry for help which made Glo
run cold. Then there was a
thud as if some one had been
a blow. ' :|fp
"What's It all about 7" she
springing to her feet In terror*
"Nothin’. Stay where you
We’re safe As long as we don’
that door."
The sounds of the affray
louder. Again came the cry for
"What’s going on? I
Some one’s in trouble. Dldn
some one <pdl?’'
“They’re maybe Just
was listening intently,
butt In.”
■“But I oan’t start here doing
ing. I must see what’s the
One could never accuse
lack of courage. She had !
the horse she was afraid of,
boat in a heavy sea n
the more the iouder the wind
through the rigging. Her
personal perwer, inherited
ther, had been strongly fle
had by this time overcome
fear, art now she intended
what the trouble was all
one was in distress and to do
could was her one thought
started toward the door.
"Better not open that door,”
Ella pleaded.
Even as she spoke, they
door slam at the head Of
above. Some one lurched
the stairway, and then to
ror—they knew It by the I
as well as if the scene had
acie^~ before their eyes—the
tripped and plunged down the
stairs.
(TO BE CONTINUED^
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Appropriate Plea.
“I’d like to join an economloal ai
mony club.” .
“For what purpose?”
“To husband my means.”
TO INDUCE PROPER SLUMBER
Careful Preparation for Repose, and
a Quiet Mind, Are the Main
Qualifications.
A man should make his toilet as
carefully for going to bed as for the
business of the day.
Certain physical things are con-
ducive to sleep, such as plenty of
s-'eet. outdoor air, the absence of
noises, of lights and of bad odors,
and above all a feeling of tiredness.
There are also certain mental and
spiritual preparations.
To be intensely interested in any-
thing is fatal to sleqp; so also are
the memory of a rankling failure,
plan-making, problem-solving, appre-
rension, shame and remorse.
The soul must take off its Inter-
estedness ns the Body must remove
its vestments.
Passions of any kind, craving and
all heats are against sleep.
One is very fortunate who has a
bablt of prayer, for there Is nothing
can Btill the soul like purging the
conscience before God; and cares,
pricking annoyances, dreads and all
mental tensions can be remedied in
no way more satisfactorily than by
letting ihe consciousness of God wasn
the soul.
A sense of friendliness and peace to^
wnc the Infinite is the surest medi-
cine for sleep.
Crisp Remarks From the Bench.
“The law says a man can assiga his
business to his wife and live in idle-
ness,” observed Judge Cluer
debtor at Whitechapel (London)
ty court, who repudiated a
debt, saying his wife own
ness. >' r’llpig
“If I had my way,” sakHUa
“I would have a bill pi
type and placed outside the
ing, T am dishonest; I
am also an idle dog. and dq
and intend to live on my wife.’
"In Rome it was the custom
debtor to be handed-over aa ‘
to his creditor and mad*
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