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The log cabin Democrat., 1917-03-13

have some fancy soft lump coal for sale. R. B. McCulloch, phone 122.
 Refrigerator for sale, almost as good as new. Mrs. w. R. Greeson.- 145-d6t
 New car soft lump coal just re- ceived. J. s. Carter, phone 370.- 150-d5t
 Buy your scrip from the Faulkner County Abstract & Guaranty Co., 147-dwtf
 For Sale-Fresh Jersey COW. See F. J. Lachowsky, one mile south of town.-d3t*
 The Masonic lodge will meet to- night to confer the second degree up- on a candidate.
 c. V. Conard of Tulsa, Okla, is spending few days prospecting in Faulkner county.
 Mrs. G. w. Donaghey of Little Rock is a guest of friends and rela- tives in this city.
 COLORED man agent. Big tailor ing society. Emblem button free Box S36-E, Chicago.-d2t*
 Lots for sale at bargain midway between State Normal and business section. Apply this office. Pair nice gentle four -year-old homegrown mare mules for sale A. M. Ledbetter.-143-dtf
 Everything for the auto - gas greases, repairs. Service car. Doug lass Garage, phone 287.-1O9-dtf
 See us before you buy your scrip The price is right. Faulkner County Abstract & Guaranty Co.-147dwtf
 A new serial, "Cecila of the Pink Roses," by Katharine H. Taylor starts in this weeks Country Gentle man.
 Dear reader, if you should run across an umbrella with initials w. A. w." carved on handle, please notify this office.
 Mrs. J. w. James departed last night for Warrensberg, Mo-, to visit at the home of her daughter, Mrs Walter w. Parker.
 See our samples for Spring ant Summer Suits. Pants, $325 and up; suits, $9 and up. Anton Worm, the Tailor. 131d17*
 You can pay your county tax ir county scrip. We want to sell you the scrip. Faulkner County Abstract X Guaranty Co.-147-dwtf
 "The Thrill Shooter" movie story, the first of series by Char les E. Van Loan, appears in this weeks Post. Let me reserve a copy for you. Delivered Thursday. Lewis Wilson. phone 12.
 Howell Brewer, first lieutenant in the Seventh cavalry, has been visit ing friends and relatives in this county. Lieutenant Brewer is a son of the late J. R. Brewer, former deputy sheriff of Faulkner county.
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sweet of her. eh7 Sort of inspector
general, is she? You should have
asked her to show her badge. though.
"Oh. there's no doubt that she speaks
with authority" says Wee "She WASH
snippy about it. either. And chief
" she was trying to warn me against
Mrs. Ben Topper"
1.-THE old girl with the pelican chin
and the rovin' eyes?" I asks. Whats
the matter with her besides her looks?"
Well. accordin' to Mrs. Penny Foote.
there was a lot. She had a past, for
one thing. She was a pushing. pre-
sumptuous person. for another. And.
besides. this Benjamin Topper party
the male of the special-was wholly
you know who he is" adds Wee.
'"The tablet man."
what" says /. ""Tupper' Tab
lets for Indigestion-on Everybody's
Tongue Him.
Wee mods "And they live in that
barry stucco house just as you turn
on Sycamore boulevard-the one with
the hideous red-tiled roof and the con-
crete lions in front"
Goodness, Agnes!" says I. Folks
have been indicted for less than that.
I've seen Upper. too: some one pointed
him out goin' in on the express only
the other mornin'. Looks like a re-
turned Nihilist who'd been nominated
in one of the back wards of Petrograd
to run for the duma on a free-vodka
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just struck me that II Wee had to hand
out any social smears she ought to do
1t on her own dope. and not accordin'
to Mrs. Penny Foote'S say-so. Which
is why 7 begins pumpin' information
out of anybody that came handy. Go
in into town next mornin'. I tackled
three or four on the 1903 in an of1hand
way.
Oh. yes. the Ben Tuppers. Business
of hunchin' the shoulders No, they
didn't belong to the Country Club. nor
the Hunt Association, nor figure on the
Library or Hospital boards, or any
thing else. In fact. they don't mingle
much. Hadn't made the grade. Barred?
We-e-ll, in a way, perhaps. Why? Oh.
there was Mrs. Ben. Wasn't she
enough? An ex-actress with two or
three bubbles in the discard! Could
she expect people to swallow that?
Only one gent, though. had anything
definite to offer. He's a middle-aged
sport that seems to make a speciality of
wearin' checked suits and yellow
gloves. He chuckles when I mentions
Mrs. Upper.
Grand old girl. Clara Belle" says he.
'Eh?" says l. Shoot the rest"
Couldn't think Of 1t. son." says he.
you're too young. But in my day
Clara Bell Kinney was some queen''
And that's all I can get out of him
except more. chuckles. I files away
the name, though; and that afternoon.
while we was waitin' for a quorum of
directors to straggle into the General
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platform. He's got wiry whiskers that
he must trim with a pair OF tin shears.
tufts in his ears. and the general build
Of a performin' chimpanzee. Oh, he's
a rare one. Topper"
"Then." says Wee. sort Of draggy.
II suppose Mrs. Foote is right It's
too bad. for that Mrs. Topper did seem
such friendly old soul. And 1 shall
feel SO snobbish II l don't return her
GALL"
Huh" says l. II don't see why
Mrs. Penny couldn't let you find out
about her for yourself. Even IL the
old girl don't belong. what's the use
bein' SO rough with herr"
do you know. Torchy." says Wee.
II felt just that way about 1t. when
Mrs. Foote was snubbing her. And
yet-well. I wish I knew just what
to do"
''Clean out Of my line," says l.
I expect it was the roses that set me
mullin' the case over again. They was
sent over for Wee a couple of days
later-half a dozen great busters, like
young cabbages. with stems yard
long. They come with the compliments
Of Mrs. Ben Upper.
II simply couldn't send them back"
says Wee; and yet"
IT get you" says l. But don't
worry. Let the thing ride while.
got an idea
1t wasn't anything staggerin'. 1t had
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to tax people for the best ssats?"
Wee says how they'd figured they
"si AJAX soss sss
far why don't you soak EN- proper
But how asks Wee.
You put in . bald-headed row.. says
!. and I'll ind you . party who'll MI
Wee stares 1T me like she thought I'd
been touched with the heat. and wants
to know who.
Clara Belle Kinney" says I.
why. l never heard Of any such
Mrs. Ben Topper"
Course I had some Job eenvinsin. he,
showed her that Clara Bellies past
wasn't anything to really shudder over
Wee is still doubtful.
But can she sing now!" she asks.
Of them old-timsrs are wiliin' to pay
Wee shakes her head and suggests
that we 20 up and talk 1t over with
Mr.. and Mrs Robert. Which We does
for 81: h.: Sssa 81 a shs Sos
ert. perhaps she wouldn't attempt 1t.
''rll bet she would for vee," says l.
Anyway she wouldn't feel sore at be-
ing asked. And II you could sting a
bunch Of twenty or thirty for hun
Just fancy" says Mrs. Robert
DRAWN in a long breath doin' rapid FIRE
mental arithmetic. Verona. let's drive
right over and see her at once"
They're some hustlers. that pair. All
1 has to do Is map out the scheme,
and they goes after it with a rush.
And say. want to tell you that was
a perfectly good charity concert
judged by the box ONCE receipts or
any way you want to size 1t up. Bsin'
the othcial press agent. who's got .
better right to admit II?
True. Elman didn t'show up. but his
abb was sound. And not until the
last minute was we sure whether the
fair Geraldine would be there or not
But my contribution to the head-linera
was there from the first tap of the bell
Wee says she actually wept on her
shoulder when the proposition wa,
sprung on her. Seems shed been Twin
In Harbor Hills for nearly three years
without hayin' been let in on a thing
noddin' as she drove by. Most Of her
neighbors war q lot younger, folks who
barely remembered that there had been
such a party as Clara Belle Kinney
and who couldn't have told whether
she'd been singer or a bareback rider
They only knew her AZ a dumpy old
girl who dressed freakish and whose
drugged hair was turnin' gray.
OF course" she says. sort of tfmid
and trembly. Il have kept up my sing
ing as well as I could. Mr.. Topper
nkes to have me. But know my voice
isn't what 1t was once. It's dear OF
you to ask me. though. and-And I'll
do my best"
I don't take any credit for film tina,
double row of wicker chairs we put
down front and had the nerve to ask
that hold-up price for. When the word
was passed around that Clara Belle
Kinney was to be among the perform
ers they almost mobbed me for tickets
Why. 1 collected from two-thirds OF
the Corrugated directors without turn
in a hand. and for two days there
about all I did was answer phone calls
from Broad street and the clubs
brokers. bank presidents and SO on,
who wanted to know IL there was any
left,
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and dressed sort of freaky. Also her
line of talk is a kind Of purry. throaty
tr ssn But anybody st w who makes C only
half a blum at being interested in our
garden wins US. And not until she's
inspected our first strfngbeans through
her gold lorgnette and remarked twice
more how wonderful 1t was for us to
raise anything like that does 1t occur
to Wee to introduce me proper to both
ladies.
The tall, stiff-necked dame turns out
to be Mrs. Pemberton Foote. Honest!
Could you blame her for bein' Jared
when 1 come bouncin' in with garden
truck?
super-tax brigade and moves among the
smartest of the smart-setters. And
Penny. he's on the polo team. you
know.
Oh. regular people. the Pembroke
Foote is here CALM on Wee ought to
have me thrilled to the bone.
Yet all I got sense enough to do Is
wave half-grown stringbeans at her,
and then sit by sawpy. balanein' q cup
ply the Refrigerator process to the
dumpy old girl whose name didn't
quite catch. Say. but she does it thor
times did the dumpy one try to kick
in on the chat, and when she does.
Mrs Penny rolls them Cutlery eyes
toward her slow. givin' her the up-and-
down like she was some kind OF rat
worm that had strayed in from the
cucumber bed.
Can't these women throw the harpoon
into each other ruthless. though? Why.
you could see that old girl fairly sQufrm
when she got one OF them assauit-and.
culver q bit. she'd wink hard three or
four times. and then she'd sort OF col.
lapse, smotherin' a sigh and not hnishin'
what she'd started out to say. she did
want to be so folksy. too.
Course, she is an odd-lookin' party.
with that bucket-shaped lid decorated
with pale green satin fruit. and the
piles Of thick blondine hair that was
turnin' gray. and her foolish big eyes
with the puffy rolls underneath and the
crows'-feet in the corners. And of
course anybody with ankles suggesttn
piano legs really shouldn't go in for
high tide skirts and white silk stockin's
Should they?
Still, she'd raved over our string beans.
so when she makes q last huttery try at
jimmyin' her way into the. converse
prompt again. and she gives up for
good, it's me jumpin' snappy to tow her
out and tuck her in the Limousine. Hav-
in made by escape, I stays outside un-
which don't happen for near half an
hour later. But when I hears the front
door shut on her I slides in At the
back.
"Zowie" says L you must have
made more Of . hit with our swell
nefghbor than I did. Wee"
Wee smiles Quixzin' and shrugs her
shoulders.
I'm not SO sure" says she. 'I al
most feel as though we had been visit
ed by the probation onicer. or some one
like that"
How do you mean?' says I.
Foote did not actually say that we
were on trial socially, but she limited
as much. And she made 1t quite plain
that unless We got started in the right
set our case would be utterly hope
less"
"Just think Of that" says L Real
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a ND me kiddin' myself I was
IN fairly well parlor-broke. 1t
A\ seems not. You'd most think.
q & though, I'd had enough 'front.'
room trainin' to stand me through in q
place like Harbor Hills. I had wild
idea. too. that when we moved into the
country we'd tagged the regular social
stuff good-by.
That was poor hunch. I'm just dis
coverin' that there's more tea fights and
dinner dances and such COINS on out
here in the commuter zone than in any
five blocks Of 5th avenue you can name.
And 1t seems that anywhere within ten
miles of this Piping Rock Club brings
you into the most active sector. So
here We are, right in the thick of
things. ..e-....
At that, I expect 1t might have been
quite some time before we was both
cred any if 1t hadn't been for our bein'
sort of backed by the Robert Ellinses.
As their friends we're counted in right
of the reel I've been joshed into let
tin my name go on the waitin' list at
the Country Club: I'm allowed to sub
scribe to this and that; some Of the
neighbors have begun payin' first calls
on Wee.
So 1 might have had sense enough to
watch my step. Yet, here the other
afternoon. when I makes an early get
away from the Corrugated and hops on
and comes into our place by the rear
instead of the front drive You see, I'd
been watchin' q row Of stringbeans We
had comm along, and I wanted to
enough. I finds three or four pods most
big enough to eat. so picks EN- and
goes bree1in' into the house. wavin'
'sm gleeful.
terrace door. Come have a look"
And as she don't appear on the jump
7 keeps on into the Twin room and
Hey n What , DO you I knew about
Well. that's as far as I gets, for
there's Wee sittin' behind the silver tea
urn. all dolled up: and Leon. in his
black coat. holdin' a plate of dinky
little cakes. and . couple Of strange
ladies starin' at me button-eyed. I'd
crashed right into the midst Of tea and
Do / pull some easy johndrew lines
and exit graceful? Not me. My feet
Beans" says I. grinnin' simple and
danglin' the specimens. Perfectly
good string
Then / catches the eye of this stiff
the gun metal hair. No. both eyes. 1t
was. and = cold. suspicious. stabby look
IL what they shoots my way. No won
der I chokes of the feeble-minded re-
marks and turns sort Of panicky to
Wee. half expectin' to find her blushin'
painful or signalin' me to clear out.
Nothing like that from Wee. though.
Not ours. Torchyr' says she. slidin'
out from behind the tea table ana
rushin' over. Not our very owns?
.'Uh-huh,' says l. Just picked EN-"
At which the other caller joins in
unexpected.
From your own garden?' says she.
How interesting! oh. do show them
to me-"
why. sure" says !. Guess we're
doin' our bit, amt wer
She's a wide, dumpy built old girl.
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A fine bunch Of silver-tops they waA
700. when We got en- ALL lined up. Yoa
Wouldn't have suspected II OF some OF
OF EN-. nllin' every corner OF the long
room and spillin' out into the big hall.
was the top crust OF our local smart
set. come to hear Farrar At closs
Yep. Geraldine made quite . hit
Nothing strange about that. And that
piece from Madame Butterfly she
gave just brought EN- right up on their
breaks loose when it's announced that
the third number win Be an old IA
vorite revival by Clara Belle Kinney.
most OF the audience was simply star
IN puxsled and stretchin' their necks
70 see who was comin'f Them old boys
down front seemed TO know what they
Yes. Clara Belle does show up q bit
husky in evenin' dress. Talk about 81.
bow dimpfes. And I was wfshin' she'd
forgot to do her hair that antique way.
coy rinElet. over one ear. But she'd
handicapped her facial scenery artistic.
and she sure does know how to roll
them big eyes Of hers.
them frst few bars. though. There
wasn't merely q crack here and there.
Her voice went to q complete smash ae
times. besides bein' weak and wabbly.
y
1 heard few titters from the back rovs.
But them old boys don't seem to mind.
It was voice comm TO them from way
back In the sos. And when she strug.
Use Me-" and pauses to get her second
wind. maybe they don't give her a hand.
That seemed to pep her up q lot. She
gets a better grip on the high notss.
goes it like a winner. Begins to get
the crowd with her. too. Why, say.
even Farrar stands up and leads in the
call for an encore. She amt alone.
MAcFadden! MacFadden" W. W.
Mason 10 shoutfn'.
So in a minute more Clara Belle. her
eyes shinin. has swung into that rsgGy
old tune. and when she gets to the
chorus she beckons to the front rows
and says: Now, all together, boys.
.wan-two-three,
Balance like me"
Did they come in on f.? Say. they
roared ii out like so many young col.
lege hicks riotin' around the campus
after session at q rathskeller. You
should have seen Old Hickory standtn'
out front with his arms wavin' and his
face red.
Then they demands some Of the Kati.
sha stuff. and 'Comrades." and Little
Clara Belle seems to shake OF iive or
ten years. until you could almost see
what footlight charmer she must
have been.
In the midst Of It all Wee gives me the
nudge.
do look at Mr.. Upper, will your
Yes. he's sittin' over In corner with
his white shirt front bulgin', his neck
stretched forward eager. and his big
hairy paws grippin' the chair back in
front. And hanged II a drop Of brine
amt tricklin' down the side Of his nose.
GOSH" says /. His emotions are
leakfn' into his whiskers. Maybe the
old boy is human, after ALL"
A minute later, as slides easy out Of
my end seat. Wee asks:
Where are you going. Torchy?"
Il want a glimpse Of Mrs. Penny
Foote's face. that's ALL" says L
Copyright. 1917. by Edward J. olods.)
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err. Then one night went into a
tneater and saw play: 1t was rotten.
there is In dead herring. 1t DISCUS
me. l went back to my room and be-
gan to write. l didn't pay any atten-
ton to the calls from the newspaper. I
wrote all that day. all the next week.
! lived the thing and loved It, Then
dropped down dead drunk. That An
ished me; was fred.
Richardson was interested. The
mans haggard face had grown alive.
his deep eyes were sparkling. his long.
thin hands worked. he had dropped the
stump of his cigar in the ashes. What
did you writer" Richardson asked.
Gadsden looked at him almost with
else did you suppose?'
Richardson leaned back in his chair
and laughed. My dear man. every
idiot in New York has written a play!"
That's the way they all talk" he re-
piled bitterly. and they won't read II.
Good heavens."--he rose and, going to
the table. poured out half a tumblerful
they let a man rot for food when he y
got big thing. You don't believe me :?
Read 1t and see!" and he dragged a
manuscript from his pocket and thrust
1t into Richardson's lap. Read 1t. and
see il you can laugh then"
Gadsden sat the decanter down on the
table and stood looking at him, his
drawn. white face suddenly dignIfied
by great anger and despair Then he
turned with groan and flung himself
down on the lounge.
II must have got down to the
right, it's drink-curse il, it's rulned
me! That's why l stand outside the
door with my play. Why, man. IT'S
never been read-never"
Richardson suppressed smile. He
looked down at the soiled bundle in h,s
hand and then at the haggard man on
Gadsden was nodding. The food and
the warmth. as well as the LIQUOR. had
taken effect: his eyes were closed: his
head Tell forward ON his breast. ana
even while his host observed him. he
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'Mr. Ellins." says l. "dld you ever
know of a Clara Belle Kinney
lowin' his cigar. Listen to that. Ma
son. Here's young Innocent asking
L We ever knew Clara Belle Kinney.
And old K. w. Mason. what does he
do but throw back his shiny dome.
open his mouth and roar out:
..Yure right fut is crazy.
Yure left fut is lazy.
RSt II yen Be- ai.y
After which them two old eut-ups
wink at each other rakish and slap
their knees. All Of which amt so
iiluminatin'. But they keep on. mem
tionin' Roster & Biars and the cork
room. until I can patch together quite
Seems she'd made her hrst hit in this
old-time concert hall when she was a
sweet young thing In her teens. One OF
her naughty stunts was kickin' her slip
tossed back with q mash note In 1t. or
maybe a twenty dollar bill. Then shed
graduated into comic opera.
a.m .nsss o sSsr Hekor na ~ K We
who responds by hummin' husky:
From n. Kong Or &c Niger; ..u.
And. while they don't go into details
I gathered that they'd been Clara Belle
nights. and maybe had set UP wine sup
pers for her and her friends. They knew
about couple Of her matrimonial
splurges. One was with her manager
whose family got him to break it Of
After that they'd lost track Of her.
TT seems to me-" says Old Hickory
that I heard she had married some one
in Buffalo. or Rochester. and had quit
the stage. patent medicine chap.
think he was. who'd made a lot OF
money out Of something or other.
wonder what has become Of herr"
That was my cue. all right. but
passes 1t up. wasn't talkin' just then
/ was listenin'.
"Ah-h-h!" goes on Mr.. Mason. foldin'
his hands over his forward sponsor and
rollin' his eyes sentimental. Dear Clara
Belle. say. Ellins. wouldn't you like
to hear her sing that MacFadden song
I'D give fifty dollars" says Old
it with o Promise Me-" says X. w
What was her record-six hundred
nights on Broadway. wasn't it,"
Say. they went on reminiscin' SO long
it's a wonder the monthly meetin' ever
got started at all. / might have forgot
hadn't been for something Wee an
nounces that night across the dinner
table.
Seems that Mrs. Robert Ellins had
been rung into managin' one Of these
war benefit stunts. and she's decided to
use their new east terrace for an out
door stage and the big drawin' room 1t
opens OF from as an auditorium. You
know. Mrs. Robert used to give violin
recitals and do concert work herself,
so she amt satisfied with amateur tai
ent. Besides. she knows SO many pro-
fessional people.
"And who do you think she is to have
on the program" demands Wee.
"Farrar"
Jaw. Gomez says I.
And perhaps Mischa Elman." adds
Wee. isn't that thrilling?"
I admits that it is.
But say" 1 goes on. with them big
names on the bill, what does she expect