The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-11-14

began to fail MIN. He finished with
these words: And fol- a few OF us, as
a mere side issue there's billions
in it,
Gordon Barclay remained fol long
time in profound thought
There Is. as you say he said at
last, billions in 1t. Yet il ! was sure
that we could make 1t happen, really
make everybody contented and not
poor. I'd be content to give up every
thing | have already and | could die
happy"
so would L. exclaimed Sulliter
hurriedly. But I'd rather make the
world happier and myself with it.
Wouldn't you?"
Barclay shook his heavy shoulders
lifted his lionesque head and smiled
"Ot course" he said, Il was dream
ing. l believe the thing can be done.
And without any sacrifice whatever,
either spiritual or material"
1T will take long time"
81 understand that. You have to
teach her almost from the beginning" d"
81 don't teach her exactly. | make
her believe"
Have you child in view?"
Now that you're with me, | shall
soon find one"
What are the chances against us?'
"Only these: That before we bring
her to earth tc preach our gospel you
are deed, or l am, or the revolution
has G ldy come, and borne differ
ent anu better fruit for us all"
Professor Miles Stilliter was never
IDLE, except when he was asleep. On
certain morning in the spring OF 1900
Professor Stillter, having mslaid his
glasses, was unable to tell what time
it was, though he held his watch as
near to his eyeball as he could with
out touching it. 1t was however, his
usual time for beginning the day, tor
at that moment his valet brought In
the morning papers.
The following headline in New
York newspaper almost Immediately
caught his eye, and put an end to any
further search for news:
"TRAGlC END OF a EUGENlC RO'
NANCE,
brilliant John Amesbury, Who Mar.
ried One of Americas Greatest Beau
ties, killed by Trolley Car-Wid'
ow, Frustrated by News, Not Es'
pected to Recover"
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and beautiful young woman lent to
this unusual item OF news tinge OF
real tragedy.
Professor Stilliter was out of bed in
a twinkling Of an eye.
The late John Amesbury's house was
at Scarsdale. On the morning in which
this narrative opens a number of vii
lage boys were pulling off dog fight
in the quiet country road that bor-
dered the narrow front lawn. Tommy
Steele, aged twelve, hearing this
racket from afar and full OF the trag
edy which had overtaken the kino and
friendly people IN the big house, came
up on a dead run. His efforts to inter.
tere with the sport ana to secure
peace and quiet for the sick woman in
the house were not met with approval,
and indeed for a moment il looked as
if the noise of the dog fight was going
to be swelled by the noise OF boy
fight, dozen to one. Fortunately for
Tommy, the door of the mouse opened,
and a trained nurse. with long face
and a domineering eye, came running
down the front walk with an express
sion so ominous and formidable that.
without a word spoken the dogs were
dragged apart and the boys made OH
at high speed Something in Tommy's
face attracted the nurses attention.
She was far kinder than she looked.
do you want anything?" she said.
"The papers said" said Tommy,
that Mrs Amesbury wouldn't get
we'll" He said no more, but his whole
attitude and expression was a poign-
ant question. The nurse laid her hand
suddenly on his brown head, patted
clumsily, shook her own head just the
veriest trifle and hurried back to the
house.
A shadow fell upon Tommy, and ne
found himself looking into the i'm
mense, thick-rimmed glasses of Pro-
fessor Stilliter. lntuitively the boy
and the man disliked each other Pro
lessor Stllliter would have rather
asked almost any other small boy If
that was the Amesbury house. Tommy
would have preferred to tell almost
any other man that it was. Professor
Stilliter, his question answered. moved
energetically upon the house. and from
the maid who answered the ben in
quired ior the latest bulletin OF Mrs.
Amesbury He stepped forward as If
TO enter the house, ana the servant
made the least show in the world of
shutting the door in his face. Pro-
fessor Stilliter turned reluctantly
away and heard the closing OF the
door.
At that moment a buggy driven
furiously, stopped at the front gate,
and. thanks to his glasses, which gave
his helpless eyes an almost hawklike
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