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The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1919-05-03

GEE Exact reproduction OF
o N ancient Jerusalem
the rival OF Rome and the gem
of Palestine. The startling
miracle scene In which tho
wicked ruler of Juder Is made
To crirge Salomes delirious
Dance Of Seven Wells. Pic
turcsluc caravan and gate OF
llri The great storm that
r. chtcncd the mighty Hcrod
Salomo's bath the last word
In aquatic luxury,
The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1919-05-03

KANSAS CITY. May ? ElRh, OF
nine ofrmer employees Of the kansa'
City Railways company indicted by
federal grand jury today on
charges OF having had dynamite In
their possession during the recent
strike OF railway employes, later en-.
tered pleas OF guilty before Fedora
Judge Arba \. Van NalkenhurEh
and received Jail sentences ranging
from four TO nine months. The
ninth man will be arralgned before
Judge Van Valktnbursh next Mon.
day.
The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1919-05-03
snIn Coo. 10 rhIrh. VA, Mark

b WNSHlNGTON NaN 2 ltscd
,n the official report that suhscrip.
lions 30 the victory Liberty loan
IotaIlcd almost $500 600 600 m"
"Niotory ship crane was ordered
today 10 proceed 10 ~ IT, lhtltud"
completing prccis"Y on" third ~ her
voyage toward %rW york This viii
bring the ship OF ir" west coast Of
Costa ktrt
The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1919-05-03
WILL ENTERTAIN
FLYING BOYS
To Be Guests of Reception
Committee at Second En-
press Show Tonight.

The fifty or more members of the
gaeroplane squadron that viii cnt"r.
tain Tulsa from the tlSing rcld this
d afternoon with aerial maneuVcrS VIII
he guests of the reception comm ittee
at the Empress theater 'he last show
tonight
The FIRST five rows have hcen re
served ~r the tllcrs who will be ac-
companied by members OF the rcccp-
ton committee Al who do not get
time 10 go to the field this afternoon
will have an opportunity OF seeing
the entire delegation OF a\lators at
the Emprc{
The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1919-05-03

300 900 900 bushels. or about 30 per
cent more than the great harvest OF
1914"
ono Interesting nidelisht OF the
situation reported was that about %
per cent Of the Yield would be south
OF Mason and Dikon's limo,
The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1919-05-03

Special to The World
MlSkO8EE. May : Mrs Dora
Minugh today filed suit for $4,000
damages against the NJ, q, 4 O. rail
Aroad as the result OF tho killing Of
her husband W +. Minugh. an en-
ployc OF the road In March OF 1918
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

hOIh-
 He was an invader. His presence brought turmoil where she wished for peace, restlessness where she strong 1y desired quiet He had thrust him. self into her life and made place for himself He had set his impress upon her woman's room. His touch was upon her books; his presence pervaded her atmosphere; his big, fine figure had left it's astral proportions in her best beloved old mahogany chair. Each time he came he made himself felt more fully. She began to fear that presently she would not longer be able to contend against him. She felt a new lack of confidence in her self. Sometimes as she wrote his face sprang before her or she seemed to hear his voice. She hated herself for what she termed her weakness.
 She did not want him. And yet now that he had not as usual come she felt strangely uneasy. She had been so sure that he would come, since he all ways did. She was troubled, disturb ed. Her book and her chair could not now hold her. She got up again and walked about restlessly, thinking. struggling with thought of him and then yielding to it.
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When the doorbelI rang she felt as if she had received an electric shock. Every nerve tingled, she began to tremble, and her face burned She said to herself that she was startled merely. She seldom had a visitor at so late an hour, and she was surpsied. Of course 1t must be heat last!
 But 1t was not he-merely a messen- ger boy with letter! She took 1t, and with the touch of it ice seemed to form within her. A letter! In his writ ing!
 She locked the door and stood look ing at the address. The letter seemed portentious. She tore 1t in getting it out of the envelope. And then she read, realizing and not yet realizing what it contained:
 My Dear Rosanna-Instead of coming to see you tonight sat down in my room quietly to think things over And now I am writing this let ter of explanation. My dear, I find I can no longer, like Dobbin, look and long. I love you, I want you in my arms, sharer in my life, co-partner in my future. I have tried to be your friend, as you would have me. It is too hard. give up. I am going away; back to my home in the west I leave
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yet it was not the same. There was the chair he always sat in. He had sat in it so much that it seemed some how to emanate his personality. When he went out of her presence his spirit essence seemed to stay behind. His was a forcefuf character.
 What had kept him away. There were reasons aplenty. but he would Lave evaded all of them, she knew, rather than miss his evening hour with her. She never had dreamed that he would not come. His step across the veranda, his masterly peal at the hell, his appearance vigorous, joyous, tobacco-fragrant, was as much to be expected as her morning coffee or tn daily mail.
 She recalled how she had met him. There had been no men in her life be- fore him. She had been too poor and too plain at first to attract attention. And indeed she had not cared for 1t. Her books, her dreams, and that i'm rleuse. looming ambition to write pos scsscd her. And then she had written and succeeded. She had no time for men then. She had been content and happy with her first home. her first af- fuence. and the old woman who had been her mothers friend to keep
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she had not had time before to mo- tice. She was standing in water. The settling of the dirt had damned the outlet and the water was rising in her dungeon.
 Cromwell was already aware Of the fact. Having stopped cackling. he had hopped upon the box beside Jim mic and was watching Mrs. Ransome out of one bright eye while he stared suspiciously at the water with the other. He did not offer to peck Jim mic but the boy was sitting on the edge Of the box as far away as he could get and clinging with both hands to his mothers skirt.
 At that moment Mrs. Ransome heard her husbands voice. Her sense of di- rection was so confused she could not tell exactly where he was or how far away, but he was sounding her name and that of Jimmie in a heartbroken, despafring cry. Immediately she an swered and called again, and Jimmie. echofng shouted, "Daddyi Daddy!" with all the power of his little lungs.
 But their united voices in that close dungeons beat back into their own ears. deafening them, but awaken ing no answering shout from outside. The water was rising more rapidly now. It had passed her angles and was nearing the top of the box.
 Stand up on the box. Jimmie," she directed, hopelessly. "and keep your feet out of the wet"
 'Oh, mammal" he exclaimed. Your feet are wet, aren't they?"
 Frantic with despair, she kept on shouting until she could shout no more. The water was level with the top of the box now. With an effort she
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19
Winning Through Usefulness

she heard two women talking. Each had a child at her side.
 "Marjory is so mischievous." one sighed. "She takes so much of my time. Why, I can hardly get my work done mornings"
 That's just the way 1t is with Rob- ert." returned the other young mother. Hes not big enough for school. and we aren't able to employ a maid. And l can't amuse him and do my work both."
 An inspiration came to Cordelia. She went home with quickened step to the old stone house. A week later the whole town was talking about an an- nouncement in the form of some plain ly printed cards saying: Miss Cor della Craig wishes to announce that she will open a children's play-room at her home Nov. l." Then followed terms and other details.
 Cordelia Craig and children's play-room where simple instructions cile the fact with Cordelia herself However. Marjory and Robert were the first children brought by theii mothers. And there was a great dea of satisfaction expressed at the sigh of the great Craig parlor, stripped o it's magnificent mahogany, set with lit tie chairs. an upright piano. and in teresting looking tables. A few pic lures of children playing hung low oI
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

upon her left shoulder. Her np5 part ed, her eyes widened; she felt the pang every woman feels when she finds the first gray hair in her head. There it was-snowy, unmistagablc. and not alone. but one of a comnunl- ty of gray hairs. The morning sun shine had brought the gray hairs into evidence. They had been there long time. but she had not noticed them.
 Gray hairsi Wrinkles accompanied cray hairs. Leaning forward. she scrutinized her face in the glass and thought she could discern incipient lines about her eyes.
 Prom this moment" Cordelia thought, T shall look every one of my thirty-four years. Well!"
 She sat down and leaned her head on her hand. It seemed to her as though one door had been shut in her face and another opened for her.
 "I am thirty-four." Cordelia thought. "and for fourteen years I've been try ing to make James Carlyle love me. Es are just where we started in.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

And then the unexpected happened. quakes which occur not more than once year in California, and which ordinarily are scarcely noticeable ex- cept for the rattling of windows, and do little damage beyond shaking the pictures asl5ew on the walls: but on that water soaked mountain side it would take only a slight jar to dis lodge the earth in landslide. At the moment of the shock Mrs. Ransome caught up Jimmie in her arms and stood breath1ess in the middle of tho cement floor. The quake passed as soon as 1t had come. Cromwell strut ted about on the fruit jars talking to himself. and breathing again, Mrs. Ransome started to set down Jimmie when the slide began. With a roar and crash that shook the building worse than the earthquake had done it swept toward them. Fortunately the spring house faced down hill away from the approaching avalanche and was further protected by tho little hoI- -o" III "hASh IL stoOu- AlLuOuSu LuS house rocked and creaked 1t with stood the terrible onslaught. The door banged shut, stones and dirt poured over It. shutting out the light. the slide passed, and they were safe. but entombed in total darkness.
 In the awful stiffness that followed she heard a scratching and peculiar crooning sound. At first her heart leaped into her throat, but she heard another more familiar sound, a deep. drowsy croak. and was reassured. It was only Cromwell, clearing his throat. She had forgotten about him, but he was there a prisoner, too.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19
Buried By the Avalanche

After the exciting strain of the last few moment the inevitable reaction set in. She felt suddenly tired and faint. Still holding Jimmie she stag gered. groptng1y, to a box of salmon she knew was near the spring at the upper end of the room, and sat down with Jimmie beside her. The moments passed slowly, with Cromwell croon- ing sleepi1y on tho shelf above, and Jimmie whimpering on her shoulder. It may have been an hour or 1t may have only been thirty minutes, but 1t seemed to her like half a day of sus- pense when, with a sharp, rendtng crash, the roof caved in. Cromwell came down with futter of wings and n chatter of crockery, and landed cack- ling ct her feet. By some miracle the roof timbers at her end of the room held. but slanted to the floor only foot or two from her. She was cramp- cd into a space about three feet high. The settling of the mass of rocks and earth, however, left what remained of the roof exposed, above ground, for daylight filtered through the cracks in the ruin and made Jimmie and the rooster plainly visible to her.
 Jimmie was crying and the rooster cack1ing, so that the noise in that mar TOW cell was deafening and disheart- ening. Mrs. Ransome did not realize how overwrought she was until, havins quieted Jimmie somewhat, she se him on the box and began tearing al the broken rafters with her bare hand The heavy beams and boards resisted all her feeble efforts. She looked down for something she might use as a tool with which to pry off the boards and discovered what in her excitement
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19
When Realization Came

house for her. She lived in her own way and found it good.
 Then he appeared. She had met him at a dinner party. He was new conner in the town whom everybody was running after. She was amazed to find that he could speak to her in her own language-indeed, he was even better versed in it than herseilf His horizon was wider. He had tray eled far and absorbed much. And he knew books How he knew booksi She had had a pleasant evening with him and then had let him pass from her mind. She expected not to see him again.
 But she had seen him. He called, he sent her flowers and books, he piled her with gravely persistent attentions. He had attached himself to her life as a burr will catch upon the edge of ones gown; it needed violence to rid ones self of it. She was not willing to use violence; she merely remained outwardly very cold and as unrecipro- cative as was consistent with good breeding. Inwardly she was annoyed by him. She did not desire him; she had no intention of marrying anybody. She wished merely to be left alone in her own little world of books and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

I've wasted fourteen years of my life in vain pursuit. I've been tortured and restless and often very unhappy, and all I've got to show for it are these gray hairs" Tears came and, crumblmg over with her head on her arm, she sobbed
 She lifted her head and began viz orously to brush her hair. And with every stroke resolution crystallized. The first thing she did was to tele- phone regrets to Mrs. Marcy. at whose house she was expected to meet James Carlyle that evening. It came to her that she should find genuine relief in freedom from society. She hated cards, she hated trying to be youthful and hanging on the petticoats of those who were. I'll be myself" she said. I'll do something useful"
 But what? She had plenty of mon ey and there were servants in the great stone house where she lived with her grandfather. No need to bake or brew. But without daily social en- gagement she would find time heavy on her hands. She had average ac- complishments, but they were not suf- ficient to give her employment. She thought of nursing, even of going te the city and taking up settlement work. But, no, l ought to be able tt find something right here. What vii it be, I wonder?" she asked herself.
 One day when she was buying glove:
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

He was so noisy that Mrs. Rausome would have him for dinner the follow ing Sunday. Before the day came. however, the biggest rain of the Cali fornia winter started in, and Crom- well, properly subdued by the trick ling streams inundating his coop. bumped dejectcdly upon his perch, looking the picture of despondency. Mrs. Ransome could not sacriflve him then. although to all appearances he was quite disgustcd with life.
 It rained steadily for a week. With the first fair day. although 1t was still misty and showery. Jack Ransome had 10 splash forth through the streaming mud to inspect the power line, leaV- ing Mrs. Ransome alone with Jimmie About noon she heard q chatter and hoarsa cracking in the spring house and knew that Cromwell was out again and into mischief. The spring house was 8 solid thick walled struc- ture of stone and cement with heavy hoard roof. that stood at the head o' n small gully a few yards from the kitchen. and served as a cellar as well as a cistern. She had propped the door slightly open that morning ir order to give the place an airing, and Cromwell had evidently squeezed in looking for something to eat. She ran out scolding. with Jimmie toddlins curiously after her. The red rooster was on top of a shelf of her choice canned fruit At sight of her ht cFowcd deflantly.
 "Shoo" she cried, furiously, flap ping her apron at him.
 "Ooo!l There's KommilI" Jimmie lisncd. pointing at the bird.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19
By Elsie Endicott

on the midnight train. Goodbye, God bless you. If some time another man finds your heart you may under stand mine. Otherwise, how can you?
 "SIDNEY."
 Rosanna stood with the letter in her hands, yet unaware of 1t. One thing only she seemed fully to understand He was going away. That meant that she would never see him again. Sud denly she fell on her knees before his chair and buried her face on its arms. "Oh. Sidney! Sidney!" she cried.
 With that she seemed to come to her senses. It was as if a powerful hand had wrenched her back to a reality and illumination and sanity. Midnight was a long way off. She could reach him yet. A letter-the teIephone-yes, the telephope!
 A moment later she heard his voice the spiritless voice of man who is spent and despairing. "Who $ it?"
 He did not recognize her voice. No wonder! She herself would not have recognized 1t, so faint and tremulous was it. She began again: 'T waited you didn't come-then your letter-oh, Sidney. don't go! don't want you to. T."
 There was sharp click and silence.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

the proceeds of the playroom put to- gether. Financially the institution was not a success, but Cordelia did not care for that. She felt that she was doing good in her home town. Be- sides she was occupied and cheerful. The children loved her, and she grew to love them dearly.
 One day James Carlyle's sister came with her little boy-a pale, heavy headed. temperamental youngster of five. I'm distracted with James," she said. His sixth nurse has just left me. She said he was incorrigible. Can you do anything with him here. Miss Craig7"
 I'll try" replied Cordelia simply. She never had any reason to like Mrs. Carson, but she felt sorry for the big eyed child. "She misunderstands him." she thought.
 So James Carlyle Carson was added to the playroom. and for a few days Cordelia had her hands full with him. Then she won. He was not incorrtgi- ble; merely the victim of the unprin- cipled women who had had all the care of him. When he found that Cordelia meant to be kind as well as firm he began to coincide with her After a fortnight they were the best of friends and she could do anything she wished with him. Within two months he was so improved that his mothar cana to thank CorlA1Aa.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

gathered up her soppfng skirt and stepped upon the box, and, lifting Jim mic, laid him 1engthwise on a shelf she cleared for the purpose. Crom- well stood on tho box beside her talk ing excitedly to himself and cycling the flood askance. Suddenly he spread his great wings and Tapping nightly succeeded in reaching the shelf beside Jimmie. He ran along Jinmie's pros- trate form until he reached an open space at the boys feet and there he gwel1ed up and let out af, ear-splittfng crow.
 At once Mrs. Ransome heard a pug z1ed ha11oo, sounding afar of, but clearly her husbands voice. Again Cromwell swelled up and emitted an- other sou1-stirring "Cock-a-doodle- do-o,"
 Good old Cromwe11!" sobbed Mrs. Ransome, although her eardrums throbbed achingly with the sound, ~'He knows it's about time help was com ing"
 And again there was the answering g ha11oo, closer this time and more dis tinct. Mrs. Ransome attempted to shout. but her throat was so raw she could only croak frantical1y. but Jim mic was screaming deIightedly: Daddy! Daddy!"
 Once more did Cromwell issue his clarion call for help: and this time Jack Ransome answered only a few feet away: What? Tn the spring house? I don't see how anything can live in that ruin"
 ~Daddyi Daddy!" shouteS Jimmie.
 What! Jimmie. are you there?' came the deeply relieved tones of the father Where's mother7"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

Its marvellous what you've done for my little boy, Miss Craig." she said, and tears stood in her eyes. He is not the same child. My brother James has spoken of 1t repeatedly. l feel that I owe you a great deal. And I want to tell you that. though I've never been your friend and haven't all ways treated you fairly behind your back, I am your friend now, and any thing I can do for you I will do."
 Cordelia looked her in the eyes. "I don't know what you mean," she said.
 Its James, my brother" confessed Mrs. Carson, all her artifciality sud- denly hid in scarlet shame. "E1 didn't want him to marry you, and I've fought you behind your back ever since I found out that he wanted you But now"
 Cordelia lifted 8 finger. Comfort yourself. my dear," she said coldly. T wouldn't marry your brother now il he were the last man in the world. don't want any man who lets his sis ter influence his mind to the eXten' you say you have influenced James,
 So the playroom goes on. It is ar institution now. and Cordelia has hel hands and heart full. James Carlyle plies her with his attentions. He real ly is quite madly in love with her al last. and all the sisters in the world could not influence him now. Cor dA1ia ia lotttaS hinn ruait: ahA ia let
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19
By Joel1a Johnson

Were all here. Jack. including Cromwell" crooked Mrs. Ransome. strangely. "You will have to hurry. because the water is rising fast. It's up to my waist now"
 Jack Ransome did hurry, but several more anxious minutes elapsed before hecould find something with which to pry off the roof boards. When he had made an opening at last he saw his wife standing in water up to her necfs. but there were Jimmie and the rooet CT safe beside her on the top shelf of the fruit cellar.
 Cromwell did not wait to be assist ed. but immediately Tapped out into the open. After the others had been dragged forth to safety Jack Ransome explained that when he heard the avalanche he returned at once. but when he found the hideous waste of mud and rocks where their snug home had stood that morning be had been dazed then frantic with despair He had searched every where until the clarion call Of the rooster had pene- frated his hopeIessness.
 "I never dreamed you would be in the sp-in ghouse." he concluded. "be- cause you can see for yourself what a wreck it Is, and buried beneath all that dirt, too. If I had not heard Crom- we'll when I did I might have killed myself"
 His voice trai1ed off in tragic whis- per, but Mrs. Ransome understood. She shivered in her dripping garments, but, looking after the red rooster pick ing his way sober1y over the muddy wastes, she cried out brave1y: Dear old Cromwell, I'll never say you are too noisy again!"
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the lofty walls and in the windows geraniums bloomed cheerfully.
 And Cordelia herself So fresh, so interesting. so responsive in white linen and little apron. with her brown hair shinging smooth!
 Cordelia's idea grew. and soon the great room was so alive with little ones that she had to send to the city for an assistant. A middle aged wom- an came, who taught Cordelta new methods. Miss Hemming was won der in her way, but then she received a salary which was greater than all