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Show -- 7, Art 11, i::i - CARFIELD, GAnnzo l: UTAH Pennsylvania Sails for tho Pacific Ocean CHAPTER XII rowed la the red clay with their Men prowled the finger nails. plains with divining rods, with absurd things called witch sticks, hoping thus to detect the precious stuff beneath the earths surface. For years the meandering red clay roads that were little more than trails had seen only occasional buggies, farm wagons, horsemen, an Indian family creeping along In a . miserable cart or rarely an automobile making perilous progress through the thick dust In the dry season or the slippery dough In the wet Now those same roads were choked. Impassable. The frail one-wa-y wooden bridges . over creeks and draws sagged snd splintered with the stream of traffic, but no one took the time .to repair them. A torrent of vehicle of every description flowed without ceasing, night and day. Frequently the torrent choked ltaelf with s its own volume, and then the were piled there, locked, cursing, writhing, battling, on their way to the oil fields. From the Crook Nose field to Wahoo was a scant four miles ; It sometimes took half a day to cover It is n motor car. Tracks, drays, wagons, rigs, flivvers, buckbosrda. Every day was like the day of the Opening hack In 89. Millionaire promoters from the East, engineers, prospectors, drillers, tool dressers, shoot: era, pumpers, roustabouts, Indiana! Men In London-tailore- d suits and H OR year Oklahoma had longed for statehood aa a brlda awaits (h dawa of her wedding day. At ast, , Behold the bridegroom T aid a paternal government, hand Here ng her over to the Union. s a star for your forehead. Meet .he family. Than, at the eery altar, the final words spoken, the pact sealed, the bride had turned to encounter a stranger an unexpected guest, das i ling, breath-takinembodying all her wildest girlish dreams. Bridegroom b 1 1" yelled Oklahoma, hurling herself Into the stranger's arms. Whata family to me I Go away! Dont bother me. Im busy." The name of the gorgeous stranger waa OIL . OIL Nothing else mattered. Oklat, the homa, the dry, the burning, waa a aea of hidden olL The red prairies, pricked, ran black and slimy with it The work of years was undone In a day. Tha annbonnets shrank back, aghast Compared to that which now took iff ace the early days following the Ran In 89 were Idyllic. They swarmed on Oklahoma from every state in the Union. The plains became black with little eager delving figures. The sanguine roads were choked with every sort of vehicle. Once more tent and ahanty towns sprang op where the day before had been only open prairie sblrts-fro- m Charveta. Only the staring np at a biasing sky. Again ruthless and desperate survived. tbs gambling tent the In the days of the covered wagon the roaring saloon, the dance ball, scarcely twenty years earlier those the harlot Uen fought stole, roads had been trails over the hot, killed, died for e piece of ground dry plains marked by the bleachbeneath whose arid . surface lay ing skull of a steer or the carcass who knew what wealth of fluid of a horse, picked dean by the d richness. Every barren desert scavengers and turned white farm was a potential fortune ; and desolate to the blazing sky. A every ditch and draw and dried-u-p wagon wheel, a rusted rim, a split creek bed might conceal liquid wagon tongue lay at the side of the treasure. The Wildcat field Pan- trail, mute evidence of a traveler handle Cimarron Crook None laboriously crawling his way across Cartwright Wahoo Bear Creek the prairie. Now th ditches by these became magic names; these tbe side of these same roads were were the 8even Cities of Cibola, strewn with tbe bodies of wrecked rich beyond Coronado's wildest end abandoned automobiles, their dream. Millions of barrels of oil skeletons stripped snd rotting, burst through tha sand and shale their lamps staring ap at the sky and day and drenched the parched like sightless eyes, testimony to the earth. DrilL pump, blast Nitro- passing of the modem nvisher of glycerine. Here she comes. A roar. that tortured region. Up and down Oklahoma went stark raving mad. the roads, fenders Sabra Cravat went oil mad with off like flies wings, wheels ripped rest of them. Just outside the the - tracks overturned, town of Osage, for miles around, Interlocking, loads sunk In tho mud, plank they were drilling. There waa that bridges beneath tbe splitting piece of farm land sbo had bought strata Devil take tbe hindmost years ago, when Yancey first It was like an army pash, bat withshowed signs of restlessness. She out sn armys moral or discipline. had thought herself shrewd tonave Bear Creek boasted a killing a day this oasis little fertile picked up and not a Jail nor a courthouse for in the midst of the bare unlovely miles around, Men snd women, plain. She was proud of her bit of manacled to n common chala were farm land with its plump yield of marched like slave convicts down alfalfa, corn, potatoes, and garden the road to the nearest templs of track. She knew now why It had Justice, n rough pine shack In- - a been so prolific. By a whim of na- town that had sprang overnight on ture rich black oil lay under all the prairie. There were no railthat surrounding land, rendering it roads where there had been no barren through its hidden riches. towns. No taint of corroding oil ran beOB two wagons loaded Boilers neath that tract of Cravat farm were hanled by land, and because of this It lay aa they there now, so green, so lush, with outfits. Stuck In the mud were, only moles conld Its beansc 119 squash. Its ridiculous Inevitably pulled the load oat Long onions, taunting her, deriding her, have dka n mirage in tile desert. Queerly lines of them choked the already road. Wagons were enough, she had DO better luck Impassable the pipes through with her share In an oil lease for heaped with which she had paid a substantial which the oil most be led; with sum much more than she could lumber, hardware, rigs, tools, port-ab-ls houses all tbe vast paraafford to lose. Machinery, crew, of sudden ' wealth and phernalia week of of drilling, drilling, days n frontier community. in growth The had salt'' wejj sand, abate, careless young boys drove Tongh a duster. come up dry tbe cars, n deadly That which happened to Sabra job on those rough and crowded to thousands. The stuff happened It was this precious and waa elusive, tantalising. Here might roads. dreadful stuff that shot the oil np millions be s gusher vomiting fifty out of tho earth. Hard lads In feet away not so much aa a spot corduroys took their chances and of grease could bo forced to the pocketed their high pay, driving surface. Fortune seemed to take the g wagons, singing delight In choosing strange victims as they drove, a red shirt tall tied for her pranks. Erv Wlsaler, the to n polo flaunting Its warning at gawk who delivered the milk to the back of the load. Often an Habra's door each morning, found expected wagon wonld fall to aphimself owner of a gusher whose pear. The workers on the field yielded him seven never took tho trouble to trace tt outpourings thousand dollars a day. He could or the time to wait for It They not grasp It knew that somewhere' along the 1 Sabra exclaimed, Why Erv road was s great gaping hole, with when he arrived at her kitchen door never n sizable fragment of wood as osuaL smelling of tha barnyard. or steel or bone or flesh anywhere Seven thousand dollars a day I for yards around to tell the tale What Id the world are you going they already knew. to do with Acres that had been carefully Erva petty features and all hi faded so that they might yield ktlffen loose-hun- g to frame seemed their scanty crop of cabbages, with the effort of bis new snd mo- onions, potatoes were abandoned mentous feeolve. "Well, I tell you. to olL the garden track rotting In d Miff Cravat, I made up my mind the ground. fanner I slut going to make no more Sun- and their scrawny wives and to day delivery myselt I'm spindling brats, grown spectacularhire Pete Lynchs bo. to take the ly rich overnight, walked oat of milk route Sunday." tbelr houses without taking . the Every one in Osage knew the trouble to move the furniture or story of Fred Stoats wife when the lock the door. It was not worth news waa brought to her ti. t while. They left the sleazy curweeks of drilling on the sterile lit- - tains on the windows, the pots on tie Slost farm had brought up a the stove. The oil crew, clanking gusher. They had come running to in, did not bother to wreck tbe. her across tha trampled fields with bouse unless they found it necen-sarythe news. She bad stood there on In the midst of an inferno the back porch of the shabby farm- of oil rigs, drill, moke, steam, house, a bony drudge, unlovely as and seeping oU itself the passerweather-beate- n the houso itself. by wonld often see n Millions farmhouse. Its windows braked, they shouted st her. Millions and millions I Whst are its front askew, like n beldame yon going to dor gone mad. gray hair streaming Fred SI oats wife had looked about her crazed face s she stared down at ber bands, shriveled and ont on the pandemonium of oil gnarled- from alkali water aud bell about ber. roughs work. She wiped them now - The farmers moved' Into Osage, on a corner of ber gingham apron Oklahoma City, or Wahoo. They with a gesture of utter finality. or and allk shirts automobile Her meager shoulders straightened. bought like children. The and note The querulous voice took on a men tat on the front porch in shirt of defiance. and stocking feet snd spat From now on Tm going to have sleeves Juice Into thq fresh young tobacco the a s shin done out" In those first few frenxted weeks grass. UHe on m!le,'aa fsr aa the eye there wae no time for edentlfic see, were the skeleton could Now. methods. That ime later. oil rigs outlined against of In tlw rusk of It, 'hey all but bur frame . wind-swep- the sky ilk giant Martlaa figures stalking across the landscape. Horrible new towns Bret Hart wooden-front towns sprang np overnight on ths heels of an oil strike; towns Inhabited by people who never meant to atay In them ; stark and hideons bouses thrown up by dwellers who never Intended to remain in them; rude frontier eras road store stuffed with the necessities of frontier life and the luxuries of sudden wealth all Jumbled together In n sort of mercantile miscegenation. The thump and clank of the pump and drill ; curses, shouts ; tbe clatter of thick dishes, the clink of glasses, ths shrill laughter of women; shanties. OIL smearing Itself ever the prairies tike a plague, killing the grass, blighting tbe trees, spreading over the surface of the creeks and riven. Signs tacked to tree stumps or posts: For Ambulance Call 487. Sim Neeley, Undertaker. Gall B49. Call Doctor Koegb 735. Oklahoma the Red Peoples country lay heaving' under the hot dust-choke- d twenty-mnle-tea- nltro-glyceri- n death-dealin- Itr Raw-bone- r , - gew-gaw- m home tall, Donna cam woman. thin to the point of scrawnlneaa In their opinion; aallow, unrouged, drawling, mysterious. She talked with an astern scent. Ignored th letter r, said eyetber and neyther and rihally and altogether made herself poisonous! y unpopular with th girls and undeniably stirring to tho boys She paid very little heed to the clumsy attentions of tbo Oklahoma home-tow- n lads, aerpent-of- . adopting toward them e attitude very baffling to these frank and open-faceprairie t tho-NU- t i if' d products Her school days finished, lid she n finished product of those days, she now looked about her coolly, calculatlngly. Her mother she regarded with a kind 6f affectionate amusement. What a rotten deal youve had, Sabra dear," she would drawl Rurally, 1 dont see how yoffve The U. 8. 8. Pennsylvania leaving the Philadelphia navy yard, after a two years layoff for repairs and overhauling, for Hampton Bonds, Va, and then the Pacific const With tha Arizona, tbs Pennsylvania will proceed to San Pedro, CallL, after stop at Cuba and ths Canal Zone, and will become the flagship of Admiral J. T. Chase, commander of the Pacific fleet I stood It all these years. , Sabra would come to her own defense, goaded by something strangely hostile In herself toward this remote, disdainful offspring. Stood whatT" Ob you know. This being n pioneer woman and n professional In spite Marcy and of a bum of a husband." Donna Cravat, If yon ever again dare to speak tike that of your father I shall punish yon, big as yon . are." Sabra darling, how can yon punish a grown womant Yon might slap me, and I wouldn't slap yon back, of course. But I'd b terribly embarrassed for yon. Aa for father he 1 n museum piece. Yon know it" Your father Is one of the greatest figures the Southwest has ever produced." Mm. Weti, hes picturesque enough, 1 suppose. Bnt I wish be hadnt worked Bo bard at it And Clmt Thera's n brother I A great help to me In my career, tha men folks of thla quaint family I wasn't aware that yon were planning a career," Sabra retorted, very much In the manner of Felice Tenable Unless getting np at noon, slopping around In e kimono moat of tbe day, and lying In the hammock reading is called n career by Dtgnura graduate. If It Is, youre the outstanding success of your clasa." Darling, I adore yoe when- - yon get vlperish and Tenable like that. Perhaps yon Influenced toe in my early youth. That's the new psychology, yon know. Ton nsed to tell me about grandma trailing around in her white ruffled dimity wrappers and ber high heels, never lifting n illy hand." "At least your grandmother didnt consider It a career. Neither do L Thla lovely head Isn't so empty as yon think, lolling In the front porch hammock. I know Its no nse counting on father, even when hes not off on one of his mysterious Jaunts What la be doing, anyway! Living . , . Forwith 'home squaw! give ms mother darling. I didn't mean to hart yon . . . Clm'a just as bad. and worse, because hes weak and hasnt even dad's phony Ideals. Youre busy with the paper. That's sll right Fm not blaming you. If U weren't for yon wed sll be en the town or back In Wichita living on grandma In genteel poverty. I think youre wonderful, and I ought to try to be like yon. Bnt I dont want to be n girl reporter. Describing tbe sumptuous decorations of dandelions and sunflowers at one of Cassandra Slpeff Textile Strikers Seeking to Gain Recruits bead-beld-hlg-tr sun-bake- , ewa cara in n day when this was considered rather daring for a What a Rotten Deal You've Had, Sabra, Dear." rammer ran, a scarred and dreadful thing with the oU drooling down Its face a viscid stream. Tracy Wyatt, who nsed to drive o the bna and dray line between and Osage, standing np to the d reins Ilk a charioteer as the wagon bumped over the rough roads, was one of the richest men In Oklahoma In the whole of tbe United 8tates, for that matter. Wyatt. The Wyatt OU company. In another Av yean the Wyatt OU companies. Yon were to see their signs all over the world. The Big Boys" from the East were to com to him, hat In band, to aak hla advice about this; to seek hla favor for that The snm of hla dally tncomo was fantastic The mind simply did not grasp it. Tracy himself was by now, a portly and not undignified looking man of a little more than fifty. Hla rubicund face wore tbe grave slightly astonished look of a commonplace man who suddenly finds himself a personage Mrs. Wyatt, plainer, more horsefaced than ever In her expensive New York cloth ea, tried to patronize Sabra Cravat, bnt the Whipple blood wa no match for tbe Marcy. The new money affected Mrs Wyatt queeriy. She became nervous, full of spleen, and tbo eastern doctors spoke to her of high blood pressure. Sabra frankly envied these lucky ones. A letter from the Felice Tenable to ber daughter was characteristic of that awesome old matriarch. Sabra stni dreaded to open her mothers letters. They, always contained n sting. "AU this talk of on snd millions snd every one in Oklahoma rolUng In It Ill be bound that you and that husband of yonn havent so much as enough to fill e lamp. Trust Yancey Cravat to get hold of the wrong piece of lnL-We- lL at least you cant be disappointed. It has been like that from tbe day you married him, though you cant say your mother didnt warn yon. I hope Donna wili show more sense." . Donna, home after two years at Miss Dlgnnms on --tho Hudson, seemed Indeed to be n granddaughter after Felice : Venables i own heart She was in coloring, contour, manner, and outlook, so unlike tbe other Oklahoma girls Czarina McKee, Gazelle Slaughter, Jewel Riggs, Msurine Turket as to make that tortured, day of ber blrtL on the Oklahoma prairie almost nineteen years ago seem impossible. Even daring her homecomings in tha summer vacations she had about ber aa air of cool disdain together with a kind ofv disillusioned calculation very disconcerting to her former intimates, not to speak of bar own . family. Tbe other girls living la Osar and Oklahoma City and Guthrie and Wahoo were true products of the new raw. Southwest ' country. They liked to dress In crude high color glaring pinks, cerise, yellow. red. vivid orange, magenta. They mnde op naively with white powder and Mg daubs of carmine on either cheek. The daughters of more wealthy parents drove their -- Wa-bo- good-nature- red-fac- good-nature- d, adder-tongue- wind-devile- d d , Group of strikers, at th silk mills of Paterson, ft. J urging others still at work to walk out The strlk- have had many lively encounters with th pollc bnt forced som of the largest mills to Close down. - Pests That Are Eating Up Crops QUEEN OF HARVEST flow-er-ll- parties. Goaded by curiosity and t kind of wonder st this unnatural creature. Saora must pot bef question: What do you want to do. then!" I want to marry tbe richest man In Oklahoma, and build n palace that Fll hardly ever live In, and travel tike royalty, and clank with emerald ' With my akin and hair theyre my Mias Mary Theresa (Teddy) Baer, daughter of Dr. and Mrs. Fred J. Baer of Stroudsberg. pa who was selected to b queen of the Wheat Harvest In tbs Poconoa mountains. stone" Oh, emeralds, by til means," Sabra agreed, cuttingly. Diamonds are ao ordinary.. And tbe gentleman that yon consider honoring let me aen. From your that won'd hav to bt Tracy Wyatt, wouldnt Itr - "Yea," replied Donna, calmly. "Yonve probably overlooked Mrs. Wyatt. Of course, Tracys only fifty-one- , and yon being nineteen, theres plenty of time If youll just bo patient She was too amused to be realty disturbed. I dont Intend to be patient, mamma darting." Something In her bard, ruthless tone startled Sabra. Donna Cravat, dont yon start any of your monkey business. I saw yoe cooing g and at him the other day went w went over to Wyatts new house. And I heard yon saying some drivel about bla being a man that craved beauty In bla life, and that be ahonld have It ; and sneering politely at tbe new house until I could see him beginning to doubt everything la It poor fe'low. He had been so proud to show tt Bnt I thought yon were Just talking that New York talk of yours." "I wasnt I was talking business. Hera are pictured n few of th countless billions of grasshoppers other vegetation In several that are fast eating np the crops and states of the middle North West Government officials and Scientist ONE MORE DAVILA 11 bav been seeking soma method of staying their depredations. Italy Has World's Smallest Plane ah-ln- (TO BU CONTI SfCBD ) Birds Travol Far 1 arctic tern, a aperies of sea rult, makes the round trip from the Arctic to the Antarctic region each year, a Journey of 22.000 miles; the tiny humming bird of North America winters In South America. Th The Ricci TrlpUcane," said to be tha smallest piano ever constructed, just before being launched In Italy. The tiny ship In equipped with n 43 h. p. motor and can makn from 75 to 100 miles per hour. It has three sets of wings. Already perplexed with two diplomats of ths name of Davila, Washington officials, hostesses and reporters were astounded at the sn rival of another envoy of that surname, Celeo Davila, minister to ti United States from Honduran i |