The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-01
CASEY THE REBEL
BY PORTER EMERSON BROWN
Author of "A Fool There Was"
The Spendthrifts," Etc.
Copyright by the Red Book Corpo-
ration
CHAPTER ONE.

| twelve O'Clock, noon, and twelve
O'Clock. midnight, and sighed dis
consolately.
She was discouraged; and applied
to her, the word discouraged takes
on Significance immeasureably
greater than that which we are prone
to accord it. You or | often get dis
couraged We lose few dollars in
the Wall Street shellgame, and we
are discouraged We do not get IN
| invitation to So-andSos wedding,
and We are discouraged. We have Il
toothache, Dr. we injure ourselves by
falling from our mounts while riding
to hounds. or by filling lrom a TAI.
der while carrying bricks. and we
are discouraged. But with MIS- Ma
kena-Kasee, discouragement was a
! condition that it had taken Years
of disappointment and hundreds and
hundreds of rebutfs, to achieve. You
or | could easily have become dis
couraged in ten seconds. With Mrs
MakenaKasee, it took ten years. =,
| trust that you will give my state
ment all the great tribute of i'm.
pressve solemnity which it deserves
Taking a tiny lace handkerchief
from her corsage Mrs. Makena- Ka-
see prodded corner of it into her
eyes. Then, suddenly recollecting her
self, she hastily tucked the little
'kerchief back whence it had come
and, opening the bejeweled vanity
case that swung from her wrist, took
from it a diminutive powder-puff,
which she applied dabblingly to
the end OF her nose and the lids
of her eyes. Then she sighed again,
constrictedly.
Her husband, sitting on the other
side of the massive fireplace, in a
heavily upholstered chair of mahog-
any, snuggled one large round foot
uncomfortably into one large, round,
patentleather pump.
What's tn matther, Maggie, dar.
linz" he queried, gently
Mrs Marguerite Makena -Kasee's
back stiffened, suddenly. She turned
upon him in austere displeasure.
How many times must | tell you
not to call me that?' she demand.
ed. severely.
Her husband shrugged himself in
fat discomfort beneath the blazing
eXpanse of his white shirt bosom.
Twas good enough in tn ould |
days he muttered, little rebel. |
liously, "befure we got rich an took |
up wild all this fooishness. You was
Maggie McKenna then-an' glad to
be it, too, be hivins-an' fr tn
O. that, a dom sight betther
off was you, an happier, too, as
Maggie McKenna thin ye are as
Mrs. Marg'reet Makena- Kasee-an"
he added as an afterthought, so
was l."
Mrs. Maknna-Kasee gazed at him in
disgust
You're quite impossible, Malachi"
she said, with exaggerated WEAKNESS,
quite. I've been hoping against hope
that | might eradicate from you your
utter and annoying bourgeoisity. But
see that can not" and she shifted
in soul-obsessing bitterness of spir.
it,
Her husband bit a good third from
the end of a large, black, fat cigar
and blew the undesired remnant
1eflantly into the massive fireplace.
1T may be that we've been enable
10 eeradicate me boor-me boorg-
wash-what YOU said" he returned
spirltedly, but we've succeeded N
eeradicatin me comfort. Look a
his he requested. as he waved
pudgy red fist at the ornate splenG-
tors of the great room in which
hey sat. "Tis loike lvin' in Il art
nooseum. 'Tis so, be hivens. If ye'd
on'y put a case full O. dead boogs
N tn corner, there, ye couldn't tell
t firm amy other mooseum."
He scratched a match viciously,
md applied the flaming tip to the
md OF his cigar. Three long drawn.
'tertorious whiffs served to ignite the
weed; whereat he took it from be-
ween lips. shaven to the quick and
leld it between a fat thumhb and a
after forefinger; for he could al
ways talk better when he had some
hing to gesticulate with beyond
What Nature had provided. And with
cigar, he was at his best; for a
igar had been his baton ever since
he days when he first began to WOO
he goddess of fortune political
When ! was a young felly." he