The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1917-01-22
REVELATIONS
@R!'MlPE
Proving the Poets Do Have Some
Use In the World
HV Ndlle Corrit0n

sation which the very utterance OF
the name of Mr.. Gordon gives me,
Why the personality OF this elderly
man should affect me so strangely is
a deep mystery to me
OF course. the romantic manner with
which he followed me and traced me
until he discovered that | was the
daughter of the best loved friends OF
his youth has much to do with my
feelings. But it does not explain the
uncanny, almos, occult hold that the
man has upon my imagination.
wonder at my own mental attitude,
but feel powerless to alter it.
SO when Dicky said "Ds you real
ire what a romantic figure your cid
erly admirer. Mr. Gordon, is"
turned to him, thrilling with the ex-
pectation OF learning something more
concerning the mysterious man whose
distinguished personality had so i'm
pressed me.
why, no. | stammered. conscious
that Dicky's eyes were keenly studying
me. SIS there anything unusual about
him.
We'll rather" Dicky returned hes
! about the most unusual thing on
Broadway. In the first place. he's
worth scads OF money-nobody seems
to have any idea how many millions
and in. the second place. nobody has
any idea how he got j, or who he
really is.
He says his name is Robert Gordon
and that he has been in South America
for over twenty years | guess he has,
too. for people who know say that his
securities are all South American and
that he has a grasp OF financial and
political affairs down there unequaled
by any one
There is something queer about
him. He acts as II the regular melo-
drama secret sorrow or crime we're
preying upon him; always has that air
OF romantic melancholy. a, IL he were
waiting for the third ac, climax"
why, have YOU known him before'"
| asked, for | was sure had seen one
OF Dicky'S friends introduce Mr. Cor
don TO him the evening before
A Strange Figure.
II never happened 10 NEE, MIN be.
lore, but I've seen him on and an for
number Of years He's quite a figure
on Broadway, always haunting the
cafes and sitting alone at a table hour
after hour, watching, always watch
ing"
Dcky had dawn ! word picture
with the brush OF All artist. could
see as clearly a. II he sat before me
the solitary. mournful, watching figure.
|; thrilled ne, saddencd me, and then
with lightning like flash Of certainty
II came 10 me. the conviction that il
was | for whom the mys,eriou,
stranger had kept so long a vigil |
tried TO tell myself that the idea was
absurd, preposterous that | was mad
to read such a meaning Of the mans
interest in me. bu, could not shake
off the conviction
| do not know whether Dieky,
watching me closely read my wild i'm.
ag,nings correctly, or whether he wa,
simply talking at random. but his next
remark, startled me.
Look, as II you nigh, be the oh.
iect OF his long quest" he said. AT
any rate, he acted last night n il
load had been lifted from his shoul.
ders"
! tried to speak easily, carelewly,
and almost ohoked over the effort.
"Smothsred In Crimsoa."
. What nonsense, Dieky," I managed
to say a, last AS YOU tell me. some.
times, your imagination must be work.
ing overtime"
Dcky laughed, and ! faneicd that
there was a note OF relief in the
laughter,
"Shouldn, wonder" he asserted
We'll, there is no use spelling th,
trip with speculations concerning any
body, no matter how romantic. Wen
Jus, talk about ourselve, and enjoy
the view"
And indeed, the beauty OF the seen.
cry through which we were passing
was enough to demand the sole auen-
tion Of anyone. had never seen the
panorama Of the Hudson more won.
derful as the smooth provre. Of IN.
boat unrolled II kaleidoscopieally Ne
fore u.s. Fieeked, nay, smo,hered in
crimson and gold the dark purple
heights Of the Palisades lifted their
heads proudly TO the eares Of the
autumn sunlight
On the right the suburban village.
on the river banks nestled costly In
their setting OF autumn foliage.
Hastings. lrvinpton, Tatty,o~n. rich
in tradition Of the oldcn times, slipped