The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-06-24
UNDER THE WHITE LIGHT
BY Albert f. Bonney
(copyright, BY DAILY story Pub. Coz

songs sung in fine voice and seconded
by guitar music, came to us over the
babel of voices and the clnking Of
glasses. rhe woman shut her lips
hard as she listened.
IT'S Tyrone singing" she said. then
returned to her story. "a girl may
buy a mans attentions" she said.
with avcrted face, "as | learned, and
II bought his" Then she laughed
recklessly. you know the story. It
is as old as time" forcing herself
to look me squarely in the eyes
We'll, bought his, neither caring nor
knowing of the morrow, for | was
verdant country girl who knew moth.
ing of the world and took his coun-
terfeit coin for pure gold Wen, he
shall get it back. with intorest-com.
pound interest she muttercd, smiling
wolfishly, as she tJndled something in
the bosom Of her dress.
There came a time of tears for mo-
Of course she continued, for man
like he was nattered with the atten-
| tions which were lavished on him;
however, ! was quite well satisfied
with the attentions he bestowed on
me, believing the tales he told me,
and ! planned the home he promised
me in the big. beautiful city | had
never seen. Thus the days slipped
by, and they were for me glimpses of
para Mie.'
THE spring came, gloomy and cold,
| and with IL an end of my dreaming.
We had attended a social party in a
neighboring town, and were returning,
when the team we were driving went
of a wrecked bridge, one which had
been undermined by the spring floods.
| screamed when | felt myself fall.
lag, and the next instant found myself
bosom deep in the cold. muddy water,
held down by the buggy top, tho
horses struggling madly until they
drowned and lay still. had just real
ized my position, when in the black
darkness | felt hand clutch my neck
and drag me down, when | knew that
my lover was under the water at my
side. / do not know how, with the
dying horses wrenching the buggy
about. and the water of the stream
rushing over us that | got his head
above the surface of the water; yet
did, he choking and almost 5uffocatod
then with only his mouth and nose
clear | held his head in my arms
close against my bosom all the res
of that horrible blackness of night
and cold and storm, and feeling the
drops on his face he begged me tc
raise him still higher but my arm.
were powerless to move him. So the
long, dreadful night passed. whilo
grew insensible from the cold, whlch
froze my very heart, until in the gray
of the morning we were rescued by q
party that had set out to search for
us so soon as 1t was known that we
had not returned home.
When two weeks later | had about
recovered from tho effects of my ter
rible experience, George Seymour was
gone, and from that day to this have
hunted him. l went to the city, only
to find that he was unknown there
and after living, some way, for seyera
months, | started on further search
and since then have gone from city
to city and state to state. Baby diet
when II was few months old, ant
} that made Is easier for me to trave!
and at last, in this God-forsakor
place" She looked OFF across the
room, over the heads Of the people
to where the handsome man was sing
ing a ribald song, his swarthy beaut!
enhanced by deep potations-"I founC
George Seymour, alias BIZ Tyrone
and :" She drew the GOVERNS
; from her bosom, when saw Span
ish stiletto, the pearl handle of whicl
/ was but a shade whittier than the sof
, flesh on which 1t lay.
Again she motioned to the walter
Make 1t whisky this time Jim." sh
r ordered. Here's a toast" she said
when our glasses were before us
Here's to man, the best and mean
r est thing on earth next to bad won
, an. Drink"
! The obsequles of Bill Tyrone wer
a very largely attended, as he was tn
most popular faro dealer Clifton la
8 ever known.