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Show h GarCdds Dentil Anniversary Cl Q) TcD DC. J, By Edna Eerber CHAPTER XIII Continued Osage. Okla, vaa now just aa much Ilka New York aa Osage could manage to make It They office buildings built twenty-stor- y In a city that bad hundreds of miles of prairie to spread In. Tracey Wyatt built the first Skyscraper the Wyatt building. It was pointed out and advertised all over the flat prairie state. Then an Irish jig of iat Leary, dancing jealousy, built the Leary building, storlea high. But the twenty-thre- e aweet fruits of triumph soon turned to ashes In hla mouth. The Wyatt buildings foundations were not built to stand the. added strain of five full stories. So he had built y a tower, slim and tapering, a taunting finger pointing to the sky. Again Tracey Wyatt owned the tallest building In Okla-hom" On the roof of the Levy Mercantile companys building Sol had bad built a penthouse after bis own plana It was the only one of Its kind In all Oklahoma. That small part of Osage which did not make an annual pilgrimage to New York was slightly bewildered by Sol Levys roof Ufa They fed one another with scraps of gossip got from servants, eterks, stenographers who claimed to have seen the place at one time or another. It was, these said, filled with the rarest of carpets, rugs, books, bangings. Super radio, super phonograph, super player piano. Music hungry. There he lived, alone. In luxury, of the town, yet no part five-stor- e. -- of It the only standard. If Pat Leary had alxty-tw- o million dollars on Tuesday be was If Oklahomas leading citizen. Tracey Wyatt had seventy-eigh- t million dollars on Wednesday then Tracy Wyatt was Oklahoma's leading citizen. Sabra probably was the only woman of her own generation and social position In Osage who still wore on the third fin&er of her left bend the plain broad gold band of e long-pas- t day. Synchronous with the permanent Wave end the reducOsage matrons ing diet the of Sabra's age cast sentiment aside for fashion, quietly placed the clumsy band In a bureau drawer and appeared with a slim platinum Circlet bearing, perhaps, the enL. graved anachronism, "M. O.-1884." Certainly It was much more emer-,8j-d at 'ease among Its square-cu- t and neighbors. These ladles explained (if at all) that the gold band had grown too tight for the finger, or too loose. Sebra looked down at the broad wedding ring on her own gemtess finger. She bad not once taken It off In over forty years. It was as much a part of her as the finger Itself. All the Oklahoma millionaire house had libraries. Yards and yards of fine leather libraries, with gold tooling, Ike Hawkes library had - five sets of Dickens alone, handsomely bound In red, green, blue, brown, and black, and Ike all unaware of any of them. Moving picture palaces, with white-glove- d ushers, had all the big Gas filling Broadway super-filmstations on every corner. Bot dog, chtU con came, and hamburger stands on the most remote country roads. The Arverne Grand Opera company at the McKee theater for a whole week every year, and the best of everything Travlata, Carmen,1 Boheme, Louise, The Barber of Seville. The display of jewels during that week made the dla mond horseshoe at the Metropolitan look like the Black Bole of Calcutta. Still, oil was oil. and Indians were Indians. There was no way In which either of these native force could quite be molded to fit the New York pattern. The Osagea still whirled up and down the Oklahoma roads, and those roods, for hundreds of miles, were still unpaved red prairie dust They crashed Into ditches and draws and culverts as of old, walked back to town and, entering the automobile salesroom In which they had bought the original car, pointed with one dusky finger at new and glittering modeL " Nother," they said, succinctly. And drove out wttlrit It was common news that Charley Vest had smashed eight cars In a year, but then Charley bad a mysterious source through which bo procured fire water. Sabra Cravat bad Introduced a bill for the further protection of the Osage, and rather took away the breath of the house assembled by advocating abolition of the InBer dian reservation system. speech, radical though It was, and sensational, was greeted with favor by some of the more liberal of the congressmen. They even conceded that this Idea of hers, to the effect ' that the Indian would never develop or express himself nntll be was as free as the negro, might some day become a reality, These were the reformers the long-hair-s fanatics. Oklahoma was very prond of Sabra Cravat, editor, congresswoman, pioneer. Osage said she embodied the finest spirit of the state and of the Southwest When ten of Oeages most unctuous millionaires contributed fifty thousand dollars for a statue that should embody the Oklahoma pioneer no one was surprised to hear' that the sculptor, MnJ Krbecek, wasted to Interview Sabra Cravat Money was now oil-ric- h oblong-diamon- d s. ea OwiiUkrHMtataft WNTJ Osage was not familiar with the sculpture of Krbecek, but It was Impressed with the price of it Balf a million dollars for a statue I "Certainly," said the committee, calmly. "Hes the best there Is. Balf a million Is nothing for his stuff. Be wouldnt kick a pebble for less than a quarter of a million." "Do you suppose hell do her as a pioneer woman in a sunbonnet! Bolding little Dm by the hand, covered huh! Or maybe In wagon." Sabra received Krbecek In a simple (draped) dress. Ba turned out to be a quiet rather snuffy little Pole In eyeglasses, who looked more like a tailor a "little" tailor than a sculptor. Bis eye roamed about the living room of the bouse on Klheklk. The old wooden house bad been covered with plaster In a deep warm shade much the color of the native clay; the glmcrack porch end the cupolas had been torn away and a great square veranda and a terrace built at the side, away from the street and screened by a thick hedge and an Iron grille. It was now. In fact, much the house that Yancey had planned when Sabra first built It years ago. The old pieces of mahogany and glass and silver were bock, triumphant again over the plush and broradeylthjwhlcb Sa bra had furnished the house when new. The old, despised since pioneer days, was again the fashion in Osage. There was the DeGrasse sliver; the cake dish with the carefree cuplds, the mantelpiece figures of china. "You are very comfortable here In Oklahoma," said Masja Krbecek. Be pronounced it syllable by syllable, painfully. "It la a very simple borne," Sabra replied, compared to the other places you have seen hereabouts." "It is the home of a good woman," said Krbecek, dryly. Sabra was a trifle startled, but she said thank you, primly. You are a congress member, you are editor of a great newspaper, you are well known throughout the You American women, country. you are really amazing." Again Sabra thanked him. "Tell me, will you, my dear lady," he went on. "some of the many Interesting things about your life and that of yyur husband, this Yancey Cravat who so far preceded his time." So Sahra told him. Somehow, as she talked, the years rolled back, curtain afrer curtain, into the past The Itun. Then they were crossing the prairie, there was the first glimpse of the mud wallow that was Osage, the church meeting In the tent, the Pegler murder, the outlaws, the early years of the paper, the Indians olL She talked very well In her clear, decisive voice. At his request she showed him the photographs of Yancey, ,of herielf. Krbecek listened. At the end, "It Is touching, he sold. "It makes me weep." Then he kissed ber band and went away, taking one or two of the old photographs with him The statue of the Spirit of the Oklahoma Pioneer was unveiled a year later, with terrific ceremonies. It was a heroic figure of Yancey Cravat atepplng forward with that light graceful stride In the Texas star boots, the skirts of the Prince Albert billowing behind with the vigor of bis movements, the sombrero atop the great menacing buffalo bead, one beautl ful hand resting lightly on the holster. Beweapon In hts two-gu- n hind him, one hand Just touching his shoulder for support, stumbled the weary, blanketed figure of an Indian. t I "What a he there for!" Sahra asked on of the girls. "What U tluug but title. This town of Bowto tha fronlegs. Its a throw-bac- k tier days of forty years ago and worse. Its like the old Cimarron. People who have lived In Osage all their Uvea dont know what goee on out here. They don't care. Its more oil, more millions. Thats aU. Any one of yon men, well known as yon are, could come out here, put en overalls, and be as lost as though you had vanished In the wilderness." The Pennsylvania senator langhed a plump laugh and with elbow nearest Sabra mad a little movement that would have amounted to a nudge In anyone but a senator from Pennsylvania. "What they need out here Is a woman governor, eh, Llppmann!" to the great editor. Sabra said nothing. On the drive out from Osage they stopped for lunch In an older oil town hotel dining room a surprisingly good lunch, the senators and editors were glad to find, with a tender steak, and little green onlona, and near beer, and cheese, and coffee served in great thick cups, hot and strong and refreshing. The waitress was deft and friendly; a tall angular woman with something frank and engaging about the two circles of vermilion on the parchment of ber cheeka. withered .... Jou Bettis?" Sahra ,r said to ber. "Im grand. Mis Cravat all yonr folks The senator from Ohio winked at Sabra. "Youre a politician, all tbatr "That BilL Hea In Jail He shot a man last night and hes np for carrying concealed weapon. It aint allowed" "I'm going to talk to him," said Sabra. And crossed the room, through the crowd. The Juror had Just filed out They repaired to a draw at the side of the road .to make their finding. Two or three of the dance-bal- l girls, squatted on the floor, were talking to BUI through the bars. They asked Sabra her name, and she told them, and they gave her their own. Toots. Pewee. Bee. The face of the boy on The floor was battered and blood-cakeThere was a festering sore on bis left arm, and the hand and arm were swollen and angry looking. "You were carrying a concealed weapon!" JSahra asked, squatting there with the girls A senator or two and an editor were Just behlud her. An Injured look softened Bills battered features. Be pouted like a child. "No, maam. I run tha dance ball, see! And I was standing In the middle of the floor working, and I bad the gun right In my hand. Anybody could see. I wasnt carrying no concealed weapon." The Jury filed back. Not guilty. The rat faeed girls shyster lawyer said something to her. She spoke In a dreadful raucous voice, simpering. T sure thank you, gents." The dance-bal- l girls cheered right" Arrived at Bowlegs, Sabra showed feebly. Out of that fetid air Into the them everything, pitilessly. The late afternoon blaze. "The dance In town June dreadful the hot lay halls open at nine," Sahra said. "Well wait- - for that. In the meantime Ill show you their rooms. The rooms " she looked about for the Harvard boy. "Why, -- r where "Theres some kind of excitement, said the New York editor. "People have been running and Over there In that field Shouting we visited awhile ago. Here comes our young friend now. Perhaps hell tell us." The Harvard boy's color was higher stllL Be was breathing fast. He had been running. His eyes shone behind the spec- r fresh-cheeke- d In this Church of the Presidents in Long Branch, N. J whert president Garfield worshiped sad across the street from which be died In September, 3881, the fiftieth anniversary of hla death was observed, . Seven Presidents hare been attendants In this historic church. - P " r Scenes and Persons in the Current New V-- l; 1 - i i!i V. .- . S the navys huge dirigible, leaving its hangar for the first time, being taken for a by a ground crew of 250 men. 2 Martin Seunett Conner of Covington, Mlaa, known as "Sura who received tha Democratic nomination for governor of Mississippi, equivalent to election. 5 Mike, Scene In Idaho where residents were fleeing before forest fires. 1 D. 8. 8. Akron, "walk , MURDERER OF FIVE Publishes World's Smallest Paper hone-rimme- d tacles "Well, folks, well never have a narrower squeak than that "What!" "They put fifty quarts In the Gypsy pool but before she got down the oil came up Quarts of what!" Interrupted an editorial volce, Ob excuse me quarts of nitroglycerin." My G dt" in a can, you know. "A thing "Its like a can. It never bad a chance "Wife and Mother You Stainless to explode down there. It Just shot Woman Hide Me Hide Me In up with the gas and ott If It had Your Level" hit the ground everything for miles around would have been shot to sun, e scarred thing, files buzzing h I and all of us killed. But he over it the oil drooling down Its caught It They say be Just ran face, a slimy stream. A wooden shanty town, like the towns back like an outfielder and gauged of the old territory days, but more It with his eye while it wae up In sordid. A red cheeked young Har- the air. and ran to where It would vard engineer was their official fall, and caught It In hla two arms like a baby, right en hla chest It d guide: an engaging boy lu But hes dying glasses and a very blue didnt explods shirt that made his pink cheeks Chest caved In. They've "sent for pinker. That Is what I wanted my the ambulance" "Who! Who her Clm to be; Sabra thought with a "I don't know hla real name. great wrench at her heart 1 He's an old bum thats been around mustnt think of that now. The drilling of the olL The the field doing odd Jobs and drinkworkmen's shanties. The trial of ing. They say he used to be quite a fellow In Oklahoma In his day. a dance-hal- l girl in the pine aback that served as court- Picturesque pioneer or something room. The charge, nonpayment of Rome calt him old Yance and Ive call him Sim or Simrent The little room, stifling, heard others stinking, was already crowded. eon or " Men and women filled the doorway, . Sabra began to run across the lounged in the windows. The judge road. Yotf mustnt "Mrs. Cravat! was a yellow-face- d fellow with a cud of tobacco In his cheek, and a where are you golngr CHAPTER XIV She ran on, across the single law book on e shelf as bis library. It was a trial by Jury. field and tie dirt in her UtMe CRAVAT, SABRA slippers She Oklahoma, had started The Jurors were nine In number, buckled a campaign against the disgraceful their faces a rogues gallery. There did not even know that she. was condition of the new oil towns. bad happened to be nine men loaf- running The crowd was dense With an Imposing party of twenty ing near by. It might have been around some central object They oil men, sen- less or more. Bowlegs did not con- formed a wall roustabouts drill-ermade up of front-pag- e tool dresser, shooter, pumpand congressmen, editors, sider these fine legal points. They ators, she led the way to Bowlegs, new- wore overalls and shirts. The de- ers They were gazing down af girl something on the ground. est end crudest of the new oil fendant was a tiny In a soiled green dress that paro"Let me by! IT me byl They strikes. Cities like Osage were suave died the fashions, a pathetic green fell back before this white-faceshoes, woman with th white hslr. enough In a surface way. But what poke bonnet down-at-heBe lay on th ground. queer, could a state do when oil was for- and a great run In her stocking. ever surging np lu unexpected Her friends were there- - a dozen crumpled, broken figure. She flung earth and girls In striped herself on the places, bringing the dajs of the or more dance-haRun back again! At each newly overalls and jockey caps or knee-lengt- lifted the magnificent head gently, with so tbtt It lay cushioned by her dresses discovered pool there followed the gingham rash and scramble. Another Bret sashes. Their ages ranged from arm. A tittle purplish bubble roee Unrte town sprang tip on the sixteen to nineteen, perhaps. to hi lips and she wiped It awav The girls were charming, hos- with her fin white handkerchief, slimy black; prairie; fields oozed oil rigs clanked ; false-fron- t wooden pitable. They made way for the and another rose to take It place. "Come on In," shacks lined a "Yancey I TauceyP village. Imposing visitors. How-d- o I" like friendDance- - halls.. Brothela..Gunmen.. they said, He opened hts eyes those ocean-gra-y -Brawls. Beat Files. Dirt Crime. ly chlldren.ThaWTd-fternoo- a rye with the long --curling The clank of machinery. The roar sun was pitiless oo their sick eyes, lashes like a beautiful girl's Sh of traffic boiling over a road never their bad skin, their unhealthy had thought of them often and meant for more than e plodding hair. Clustered behind the rude often In an agony of pain. Glazed wagon. NItro gtycerlne car bear- - bench on which the Jury sat. the now.jjnseelng. Bis lug their deadly freight Overalls, girt, from time to time, leaned cleared. Then, dying, they corduroys, blue prints, engines. The sociable elbow on a Jurymans Ups moved. n knew ber. Even buman scum of each new oil town shoulder, occasionally enlivening then, dying b most speak In measwas like the scum of the Run, but the judicial proceeding by spir- ured verse, harder, crueler, more wolfish and ited comment ottered in defense . " Wlfe and mother yon stainless of their sister, and spoken in the woman bide me bide me in your degraded. The Imposing party. In nearby ear or aloud, for benefit of lover crowd. motor cars, bumped over the Hue a never had beard She of It no sneb never done "She thing P the terrible roads, creating a red know that this was "Hes a d n liar, an' I can prove She did nothumbled dust barrage. before Solveig. Peer Gynt, "It la all doe to our rotten Okla- It" No one, least of all the tobacco-chewin- The once magnetic eyes glazed, homa state politics," Sabra exJudge, appeared to find tiered; were eyes no longer. plained to the great senator from She closed them gently. She forInformalities af atl these her at girlish who sat right Pennsylvania and the great editor from New' unusual In the legal conduct of the gave him everything Quite simply, she murmured alt unknowing York who eat at her left In the case. In the corner of the little room through her tear th very words of big luxurious ear. "Our laws are langhed at The cepltol Is rotten wae e kind of pen made of wooden Solveig. "Sleep, my boy, mv dearest boy." with graft. Anything goes. Oklaslats, like a sizable chicken coop, man. homa Is still a territory In every and In It on the floor. Ur (THS END.J time-yellowe- d one-stre- -- bone-rimme- high-heele- 1 one-roo- high-heele- d VA Barry Powers, alia Cornelius Pierson of Clarksburg W, Ya., confessed to the brutal murder of Mrs. Asta Elcher of Park Ridge, a Chicago suburb, and ber three children and Mrs. Dorothy Lemke of MassaHe la shown here holding chusetts, th hammer he used In committing tbs crime, With a paid circulation of about 140 subscribers; the Calif oruli Sun, published by Miss Barbara Marquli of Beverly Hills, Calif, twelve f year-ol- d daughter of Don Marquis, noted writer, haa the distinction fismallest sews, In the world. All of the latest being the newspaper xtures, etc,' regarding the motion picture Industry and schools are inclined In the sheet The paid subscriptions pay for the cost of getting It DICTATOR OF MOOSE Unde Sam Has Money to Bum a, rat-face- d d ll V h 1 : I i one-stre- -- high-power- dose-packe- Frederick N. Zlhlman of Cumber land, Md, who was elected supreme dictator of tbo Loyal Order of Mooso at the convention In Atlantic City. 4 4 ; d ' g t Fetor Dwellings In th house of th future; as vis- ioned by science, zynthetlc sunshine will come through Internal windows and purified air will be used. Where Meow Is Siperlw suns effect on tides Is less than that of the moon because the sun la so far from th earth. " The h V ? Bens how Cncl Sam throws away old money tosses ni hills Into an Incinerator. Each year th government destro; 2,000,000,000 bill, totalling about $10,00,000,000 In value. 1 those which have been called in because of wear and tear. J |