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Sistersville daily oil review. [volume] (Sistersville, W. Va.) 1902-1905, 1903-11-14
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MARKET QUOTATIONS
Middlebourne Pool.

The D. Hickman well has been
drilled through the G ordou forma-
tion and Is dry In that pay.
The 6A casing was placed In the
Mary Stealey we'll today.
The rigs ara completed on J. G.
King for two wells by the South
Penn.
No. 3 rig Is building for John F.
King by South Penn.
The Tom Leach rig Is about
completed.
The wells In this field are hold
Ing up nicely. While not large
they are satisfactory wells.
No. I we'll on the Pat Crow farm
on Sancho Is holding up at 10 bar
rels.
A. J Jemisou and others have a
lease on the u B church lot at
Gravel Hill. It Is talked of moving
the church to the pasronage lot and
starting a we'll at once.
The OH City Derrick now say
that the laws of supply and demand
regulates the price of oil. Uotil
very recently the Derrick said the
price for oil In the foreign markets
governed the price and supply and
demand had nothing to do with the
price. But how can the Derrick
hope to lie successfully during the
days of the scarcity of oil. The
Derrick is a vo'uao'e liar but can't
keep up with the oil production
falling off daily as 1t does. We
think after while Its editor will
get so weary of lying he will agree
with all the rest of mankind by
saying the market for refined and
crude oil Is governed solely and
wholly by the Standard OH Co.
By the way, will the Derrick please
tell us why the Standard OH Co.
has quit issuing certificates for oil
In Its lines? Does the "foreign
markets" govern this? Why Is 1t?
We guess Its only another scheme
OF the Standard to cut of opposi-
tion and to leave 1t to the control of
the market, absolutely. The Stan.
dard Is a common carrier when 1t
wants right Of way and 20 cents a
barrel for carrying oil but In these
times of scarcity of oil Its just
plain old arbitrary monoplist. Per-
haps when John goes to church to-
morrow he may pray tor strength
for Pat to fix up some lie to ex-
plain this late ruling away. Its an
awful outrage on producers, call 1t
what you will and the Derrick
knows 1t Is, hence, the silence of
this immense "Orqan of OIL"
Pt. Marion. on the east side of
the Monongahela river, comes to
the front with an immense gas we'll.
1t Is new venture and the proper
ty of the Benedum brothers of
Cameron. They have 400, 900 acres
under lease there,
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DR.. G. E. Kahle left this after.
noon for Homestead, Pa, on pro-
fessional business.
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IL. Mason, editor of the Tyler
County Journal, left on the after.
noon train for the southern part of
the State. He will be absent from
the city until the first of the week.
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Missouri, Is visiting friends near
town and was In town yesterday
shaking hands with old acqTaint-
ances.
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Fair tonight and Sunday; coldet
In eastern portion tonight.
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The Tyler County Star says the
Oh Review will endorse anybody
for an Office for the cash. Well,
we may be as low down as that bat
up 10 date we have never sunk low
enough to endorse the Star editors
uncle Oh for an Office of suy kind,
so until we do do this we feel We
are still a good long ways farther
up the social ladder than the Star
Is. The Star man need not worry
about the Oil Review. It's pros
pering and growing daily and week
ly, because It's paper that Is al
ways and at all times for the people
generally and Is not o nned by any
boss, syndicate or set Of political
County Court suckers.
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Physical Culture.

Miss Anna K Neale, OF Parkers-
burg. Is at Mrs. D A. Hendershot's,
2oo Diamond street, tor the purpose
OF organizing a class In physical
culture for ladies', and elocudon and
physical culture for children. Miss
Neale is we'll known In this city,
having conducted q similar class
here last year with great success.
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Still summer.
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Trimmed Hats
Under Price

It Is law of human that our last idea
or production Is always our pet one and
throws all earlier efforts In the shade.
Our Millinery department Is fully nor
NAL In this human falling and think that the
newer hats dlsparage those of two and three
weeks ago. So to day radical price.change
is made to give the entire stage to the new.
corners.
Fine Hats of all different styles and shapes
will 60 at greatly reduced prices. All Fibbs
apd Atchisous Hats will 90 for IS per cent
less than the regular price.
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after, Pont PEveque, and coffee, and for
wine, a certain strange and delicious win
girls de Touraine of 81 l had to quarrel
with Mallory over this. He wanted an afro
ciously heavy and potent Spanish Pajarete
of rs a veritable syrop, for which Bou-
lants is famous.
He was curiously quiet during the meal,
frownng and distract. Nothing could rouse
him, neither the superexcellence of the filet
mignon nor my attempts at wit. He drank
his win girls de Touraine as If 1t were rouge
ordinaire at fifty centimes the 1tre, never
eyes in content over Its keen flavor. Some
thing seemed Weighing upon him, depress-
ing him beyond hope of recall.
Come. come mani. said I in despair,
I've asked you a question twice and you've
stared through me. What's got into you
knows! Come, wake up, tell US your trou-
bles."
Mallory pulled himself together with a
little shivering jerk.
Some one walking over my gravev' he
muttered. "Eh, lad? eh?-Aye. I'm a bit
blue The devils have me. papillons noirs!
I've been seeing things"
Now. by heaven" said I. eff you'd Just
see US a way out of our troubles, while
you're at 1t, 1t would be jolly worth while.
Just see US way to win our game, will
your
VIM" said Mallory in his low, dull
voice. AYE. Well win right enough. Never
fear that, We'll win.-We, say You'll
win. Creighton, man, the rest of you, not I,
by my soul. / never win, I've no luck.
You'll win, but I'll lose.''
And to that found nothing to reply, for
as l live, l saw nothing that Denis NAL
Tory might win from the game. II he won
his hand t was for the prince, not himself
and I'd not seen Mallory's face down
there In the garden with madam for moth
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SALE OF POE MANUSCRIPT
Original Of the Bells Brings SO, 100 in
PHILADELPHIA

A dispatch from Philadelphia yesterday
says: 1t was Edgar Allan Poe's day at
Davis d Harvey's book auction rooms to-
day. For a few manuscripts. all dingy ana
discolored and an armful of tattered first
editions. eager bidders paid in all s. 1853 80
"a far larger sum. it is safe to say, than
Poes entire earnings during the unhappy
years he spent at an Arch street boarding
mouse In Philadelphia while editing Gra-
hams Magazine, between 1888 and 1874
There was spirited bidding at the Harold
Pierce library sale over the original manu-
script OF The Bells roll of blue writ
ing paper scarcely a yard in length The
manuscript neatly written in Poe's peculiar
cierkIy hand, contains numerous changes
IL was started at $500, went up with a rush
10 sl,5Oo, and thence by jumps of $50 and
Sloo to 5000. The coterie of New York
curlo hunters were SILENT but one of the
party finally added $50, to be promptly met
by similar rise. Let him have it." said
the New Yorker. IF it was 81 600 he d
pay it,
George H. Rigby of Philadelphia was the
purchaser.
For "Al Aaraaef" bound with Tam
crane ana Poes minor poems, George IL.
Richmond New York, paid 81 S25
Mr. Richmond also bought the manuscript
or Poe's poem. For Annie" paying S425
ana manuscript acrostic by the poet to
Elizabeth" for $50. Another manuscript
acrosuc to the same fair cousin was bought
by William Brooks for S275 These two
graceful acrostics do not appear in any of
Poes works and have never been pub
lished P
The two days sale netted nearly s3. 900
according TO Auctioneer HenkerS estimate
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CHAPTER V-Continued.

We stopped, Mallory and /, at the Cafe du
Pantheon. and after some trouble found a
vacant table on the crowded terrasse. Quite
half the people at the tables seemed to
know Denis Mallory, and hailed him vo-
ciferously with outstretched hands or rails
ed glasses. ''St. Denis they called him-I
grievously fear it was in irony-Oh, well.
there We're quite enough of them, dear old
vagabonds who knew me as well, and had
a pet name for me, too. l mayn't cavil at
Mallory
He took absinthe, Pernod in spite OF my
frown. i remember that he even spoke
sharply to the waiter for pouring him. as
he thought. too small an allowance. 1t
made me curse to see him gulp down the
half of 1t without lowering his glass.
We went on, later. down to Boulants-
because you may find no such canoales on
the boulevard as at Boulant s-where that
majestic parsonage, the Dame du Comp
tor, had a welcoming smile for US, and for
Mallory, rallying Jest. We mounted to
one of the smaller rooms, au premier, and
took table in the corner. Mallorys greet
ing to the pleasing young person in the red
hair and white apron who put the carte be-
fore US bespoke an acquaintance of GER
tain intimacy. And we ordered a great
many cancales, those queer, yellow oysters
That look like CLAIMS and taste like sea-
weed and copper-one grows tremendously
Keen on them-and a filet mignon all smoth-
cred In sauce bearnaiSe. and some flageo-
let's, maitre dhotel-my word, l can taste
them now-and a wonderful crisp salad OF
lettuce and chicory, with cheese to come
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ANNUAL MEETING LOYAL LEGION
Officers Elected and Banquet Given in
New York Last Might

A dispatch from New York last night
says: The annual meeting and banquet of
the Military Order of the Loyal Legion of
the United States, Commandery State of
New York occurred tonight at belmont
cos. Gen. Henry Burnett presided.
The following officers were elected with
out opposition:
Commander, Brevet Brig. Gen Thomas
II. Hubbard; senior vice commander. Rear
Admiral Henry L. Howison, L. S. NJ. re-
tired; junior vice commander, Brevet Brig.
Gen. Gilbert H. McKibben, T. S. ": re-
corder. Acting Assistant Paymaster A.
Noel Brakeman late L. S. N; registrar
Lieut. Hartwell A. Wilkins, u. S. V:
treasurer, Paymaster John Furey u S N
retired; chancellor, Lieut.. Fordham Morris
I. s. v; chaplain, Brevet Maj. William S.
Hubbel, U. S. "; council, Col Charles l.
Wilson, U. S. A, retired; Lieut. Col. Will
liam II. Boyle, U. S. A, retired; Rrevet
Capt f. Augustus Schermerhorn. u s. v:
Brevet Brig. Gen. ]. Fred Pierson, u. S. V.
and Lieut. Dudley s. Phelps, u. S. "
me speakers at the banquet were James
NJ. Beck, former assistant United States
attorney general; Rear Admiral Frederick
Rodges, commandant of the Brooklyn navy
yard and Col Albert A. Pope of Boston
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PATIENTS GIVEN "WATER CURE %
Inmates of Kansas Insane ASYLUM
Treated Like Filipinos,

A dispatch from Topeka, Kan, says: 1t
has been customary to administer the
water cure" to refractory patients at the
Topeka Asylum of the Insane. according to
the testimony of Miss Knox of Topeka,
given before the legislative investigation
committee.
Miss Knox said the water cure fire.
quently was administered while she was
an attendant at the asylum. She was en-
ployed there during Gov. Stanley's first
term and the head attendant of the ward
in which she worked was Miss Houston,
who left the institution to be married. It
was by the orders of Miss Houston, ac-
cording to Miss Knox. that the water
cure was administered.
when patient refused to obey the
orders given by Miss Houston said Miss
Knox, 1.-The attendants were ordered by
Miss Houston to throw a sheet over the
patients head and draw her to the floor.
While the attendants held the patient, Miss
Houston poured water out of a pan into
the patients face. The water was poured
fast, and the pouring continued until the
patient agreed to obey orders
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ing. nor when he was told that Karl was
on his way to Paris
~ never win," said he hopelessly, finger
ing the little cheese knife that lay by his
plate, and marking with it upon the white
cloth.
II play my hand, I fight my battle or
plot my scheme and some other man takes
the prize. I've no luck. Look you. You
know what I've done, why am l not rich
Why isn't my coat covered with fool little
jeweled crosses? I've won fortunes for
other men and orders for their breasts, but
no fortune for my pocket and no ribbons
for my button hole. No. I've no luck"
"Oh as for that" said l, still trying tC
cheer him up, what are any Of us to win
out Of this business? We're in it, just as
you are, to save woman, to try a. fai
| with fate; There's no question of our get.
ting anything out of it..
But he wouldn't be drawn.
Il never win.' he muttered absently
| still marking with the little knife upon the
cloth. Whats the use Of playing?'
why, nonev said 1 in CHEEKY tone
business. let 1t take care Of itself, chuck II
up. man. chuck 1t up!'
| That drew him at last.
| CHUCK 1t up?' he cried savagely. mot
| while I've got the use Of my arms and legs
Are you mad. Creighton? Chuck it up:
Great God In heaven! II I thought you
| meant that. All, come. come say you're
joking. old chap Don't give me a TURF
like that. don't mind me If talk nonsense
rundown ON my luck. Let's get away
| from this place. Have you finished? My
| faith. I've a milestone about my neck!'
Where to, now?" / asked out in the
| street.
'Home!' said Mallory. land come you
| with me. I've no taste for cafes tonight
| We walked all the way to the Rue Bots.
| sonade in silence. Mallory. 1t was quite
| plain was in no mood for talk, and I'd nc
] mind to disturb him.
| They are quaint little studios, this row ir
| the Rue Boissonade. They sit back from
| the narrow street behind plots Of grass and
| shrubbery. the whole shut in by high iror
| palings at the street side. They rise but
| two stories. gabled and picturesque, and
J the tiny loge of the concierge sits protect.
I ingly out to the fore by the common gate
| In the palings like an officer before his file
| of men. The studio that Mallory occupied
he had taken. furnished. for term OF
| months from some man who was away ir
| Algiers on a sketching tour 1t was the
| ground floor. little place hung about with
| eastern draperies and altar cloths and such
| and with the most amazing assortment OF
| weapons-these of Mallorys contribution
| that ranged from a Moorish rifle. some
| eight feet long. to several pairs of very
| serviceable foils and epees de combat some
sharpened, some with buttons. There was 9
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famous Frenchman.
Guard yourself, mani" called Mallory,
stamping with his free foot, and fell into
guard to humor him. His sword play was
like flashes of lightning. I had scarce
caught his eye. and made a half dozen in
stinctive parties, when there was a crash
among the delft plates hung in far cor
ner. l stood agape, empty handed, and
Mallory, hands on knees, swayed back and
forth roaring with laughter.
Drunk he gasped between breaths.
drunk Ell? Oh, man, man, ye're tailor!
Yere no SwOrdsman! Disarmed like a re-
cruit and We fancy yerself at the fols."
He prodded me in the stomach with play
full point and roared again.
Then, quite suddenly, his foil clashed
upon the floor and he caught his hands TO
his head Keeling toward chair. 1 grasped
him and guided him into the seat. His face
had gone very white.
Tive got it-in the head-again.
Teddy" he whispered. got it in the-head
-again!' He lay still for a few moments,
eyes twitching spasmodically. Sometimes
it-comes, he said after little. "a hard
tight band-iron, l fancy-SqueeZes round
your head-ye know, squeezes damnably,
till your skull cracks-you can hear it!
sometimes, listen, man! sometimes We can't
quite reach heaven. the little green devil
and l. There's chap at the gate and he
calls out who's there? Mallory say /,
Denis Mallory, poor devil who's been in
hell for five years, for pity let me I'M! An
then sometimes lad, he laughs and goes OF.
Walt till hand leads We here says he.
An we wander away. the little green devil
and I. away tween worlds where it's cold
gray dawn"
He reached for the glass and drank a
swallow before l could snatch it from him.
AN sometimes" he went on in his
hoarse whisper, sometimes 1 can't even
get started. I sit here an sip an sip and
wait. with me head goip queerer an queerer.
an the other end O. the room yonder pulls
out long like a camera, an the ceilin'
an the walls begin to come together tryfn
to squeeze me, tryfn' their hardest curse
EN-! Some day they'll do it. Look, look.
by heaven they're at 1t now! Look, man.
for Gods sake! the ceilin is bending down.
It's tryin to catch met He snatched the
half-filled glass in his hand and hurled ii
across the room, where it smashed against.
the wall. Then in an instant he had whip
ped up his foil from where 1t lay upon the
floor and was in guard, eyes burning, teeth
clenched and breath that came in great
gasps. He lunged flercely with the foil
and a chair went over with crash. The
foil snapped near the hilt. dropped from his
hand and he fell back into my arms.
"Don't-let it-catch me, Teddyw he
gasped. If 1t catches me once-Tm done
for"
Go be continued tomorrow.)
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molten opals,. liquid fire! Saw we ever
such color, lad?"
1t was strange, how, as his tongue loos-
ened, a faint brogue came to it, an Irish
roll of which he'd scarcely a trace, sober.
Tomorrow, say you, Bobbie?"
"'Ah, me beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today OF past regrets an future fears:
Tomorrow! Why tomorrow may be
Myself with yesterdays sewn thousand years s."
He filled another glass. and his eyes
frightened
Me little green devil that's great green
god! said he as if the shimmering liquor
heard his voice. Me little green devil
that's a great green god, take me to para
disclose me past regrets an future fears.
I'm weary O problems an fightin', an
heartache. Unravel me the Master-Knot
O. Human Fate, little green devil! Find
me the key to the door. I'm weary O.
searching.
" 'Heavn but the vision o. fulfilled desire
And He'll the shadow from soul on fre!'
Show me the vision, little green devil, to
cool me bones, for I've been in hell with a
soul on fire." He dropped his face into
his hands upon the table and his shoulders
heaved.
I'm hell have been for five years. little
green devil" he muttered, with a soul on
fire and never hand to pull me up-plenty
of arms to push me down, round arps.
white arms, soft arms-but never a hafld
to pull me out-tiIl now! An now 'tiss a
hand I mayn't take.
" oh, Love-no Love! All the noise below Love,
Groanings all and moanings-none O. Life lose
All o. LIES cry just O. WEAKNESS and woe,
Love-
All, little green devil, take me to para
dise!'
His head rose with a jerk and his eyes
met mine blinked and sharpened to recog
nition-and he laughed.
Hearts blood. but yere a deaths headv'
he cried. I'VE think I'm drunk? Oh, Teddy,
Teddy. that We could suspect such of a
friend! Drunk, say you. drunk? By the
gods!"
He sprang up, a daredevil light In his
eye, and pulled down from the wall pair
of foils with buttons and tossed me one
across the table.
You shall see If I'm drunk" he cried
Defend yourself, man, defend yourself, or
by my word, I'll run you through! Take
up your foil. I say!" And he backed out
into the middle of the room, hourishing
his blade and upsetting chairs as he went.
He was very very drunk but drunk or
sober, knew his skill with the foils. There
were few better swordsmen in Europe, as
any maitre d'armes in Paris would have
told you. Drunk, there may have been
dozen who could best him, sober, believe
there were three. Two of them were-and
are-famous Italians, and one an equally
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could wag. telling her that it was honor
kept me from her till now, honor, mind
you, honor! Why, I'd sold my last shreds
of honor the night past for forty pound a
month, sold. myself to lie to her! What's
to keep me, l say, from playing out the
lie further than you'd planned when you
bought me. You've left me no self-respect
what's to keep me from chucking you
over?"
Honor, Denis," said I. "that same honor
that you never sold US, for no money has
passed..you refused it this very day-the
faith of a gentleman"
Gentleman, bah!" he cried, "a gentle
man you wouldn't give your hand to last
night, gentleman good for nothing a
gentleman with an ill name, with a mis-
spent youth behind him, gentleman you
for hire! What am 1, to shy at scruples?
Yet you'll shy at them" said 1.
He went to the little window at the rear
of the studio, and let up the shade, and
pushed out the swinging shutters cool
breath of chestnut and lilac came up out
Of the gulf Of darkness where the great
trees stood arrow, their tops laced against
starlit sky. Light shone yellow from the
upper windows of the old convent beyond
The sound of piano came very family
down through the garden.
shes there where one of those lights
Shines" said Mallory in half whisper
MY lady's there, God keep her, God bring
her sweet sleep!"
He stood for a long time staring into the
darkness, till l rose and moved about the
room, filling and lighting a pipe and max
ing myself comfortable. I think he had
quite forgotten that I was there. Then at
last he closed the shutters with a long
sigh and turned back into the room. His
face was drawn and haggard. He stood a
moment, irresolute, and then moved over
to cupboard in the wall. from which he
took bottle and some glasses and carafe
of water 1t was an absinthe bottle, Per-
nod.
''Oh, say, Denis," I cried. mot that!
You can't afford to fiddle your brain now.
Think what we've to do in the next few
days. Think Of tomorrow, man! Besides
absinthes no evening drink anyhow, it's
an aperatif. Go easy!''
He poured out the liquor till the glass
was half full, and added the water, but he
gave me quick side glance that said. mo
interfering
''Who are you, lad, to teach me the uses
of Pernod?" said he, and drank. 1.-THE milk
and water invalids who drink for An appe-
tite don't know their drink. Eth, but do,
I do! It's the golden drink that charms
away troubles. It's the cup o. life to lift a
man out of painp' He swallowed the re-
mainder of the glass quickly and filled an
other.
+ 'Eh, look at it, look at it," he cried,
fondly. turning the goblet before his eyes,