The Texas Countryman. (Bellville, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 13, Ed. 1 Friday, April 6, 1866 Page: 1 of 4
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TEXAS COUJVTRYJÜM,
'J. P. OSTERHOÚT, Proprietor.
office over engelke's store,
MELLV1LLE, AUSTIN COUNTY, TEXAS.
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mentary or of administration, and
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tice shall state the time of the original
.-grant of letters testamentary or of admin,
rjstration, and shall be published once
week for six successive weeks; when no
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court-house. A copy of such printed no-
tice, together with the affidavit of the
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whether by or against the executor or ad-
ministator; and a copy of the notice post-
ed at the court-house, with a certificate of
the Clerk that such notice was so posted,
may be filed and recorded, and a copy
thereof given in evidence in the like man
ner as provided for the printed notice.
Art. 756. If any executor or adminis-
trator fail to give the notice required, by
the 46th section ofthis act, [Art. 754.1 to
be given, he shall be removed by the Chief
Justice at any regular term of the court,
on the complaint of any person interested
in the estate, after being cited to answer
such complaint, unless 'such executor or
administrator shall show to the Court
that he has given such notice.
Henry Kastrop,
SADDLE MAKER,
BELLVILLE, TEXAS.
HAS commenced business in this place.
He has for sale
SADDLES, BRIDLES, GIRTHS,
MARTINGALES,—SADDLE AND
HARNESS FIXTURES, ETC.
Work done on short notice with neatness
and despatch.
The trade supplied with materials.
jan.26-3f.ly.
E. W. Seelhorst,
% manufacturer of
TIN Copper, And Sheet-Iron Ware.
—also—
dealer in Parlor. Cooking and Office Stoves.
Stove pipes and Tin Ware on hand or
made to order, on short notice.
Bellville, Texas, Jan 26 -Í3-Jy.
BELLVILLE, TEXAS, APRIL 6, 1866.
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TRIP LIGHTLY.
Trip lightly over trouble,
Trip lightly over wrong;
We only make grief double
By dwelling on it too long.
Why clasp woe's hand so tightly ?
Why sigh o'er blossoms dead 1
^hy cling to forms unsightly ?
Why, seé'k not joys instead ?
Trip lightly over sorrow,
Though all the day be dark,
The sun may shine to-morrow,
And gaily sing the lark;
Fair hope has not departed,
Though roses may have fled,
Then never be down-hearted,
But look for joy instead.
Trip lightly over sadness,
Stand not to rail at doom,
We've pearls of string, of gladness,
On this side ctf the tomb ;
Whilst stars are nightly shining,
And heaVen is over head ;
Encourage not repining,
But look for joy instead.
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Mil. PINK'S NEltVES.
V ANNIE CURR23RY.
Theophilus Pink was afflicted with
nerves, und had been from the time
he came into the world. Joined with
this nervousness, perhaps the result
of it, he was constitutionally suspic-
ious, and would túra pale with frigh
at the merest trifles.
One day, just as he was about to
commence carviug, he was seized
with a horrible suspicion, and laying
down the carving-knife, looked into
his wife's face with very nervous
anxiety."
"What is the matter, Theophilus ?"
inquired his wife, surprised.
"Did you observe Bridget's face ?"
inquired her husband, wiping the
perspiration from his brow.
"No. What is the matter with it 1
I pveceived nothing out of the way,
except hei; large nose, and that may
be said to be very much in the
way."
"Mrs. Pink, this is too serious a
subject to jest about," said Tbeophi
lus, with as much sternness as be
could command.
"Lor, Theophilus, what's the mat-
ter 1 What's out of the way with
Bridget ?"
"I will tell you, Mrs. Pink. But
first, are you aware that Bridget is a
Catholic ?"
"Certainly."
"Well, I read to-day a paragraph
in which it was stated that priests,
for purposes of their own, are prevail
ing upon the Irish domestics to jpoison
their employers in order to gain pos-
session of the money, and get the
upper hand throughout the coun-
try."
"All nonsense."
"Mrs. Pink, you may think as you
please. I think otherwise."
"So you think Bridget means to
poison us all ?"
"You have said it. Such is cer-
tain!
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nly my opinion.
"And * you judge from this para-
graph alone!" said Mrs. Pink, with
a little good-natured contempt percep-
tible in her tone.
"Not wholly. I watched Bridget's
face, and I am certain, from the ex-
pression, that she meant something
evil. Her face was fairly red with
confusion."
"More likely with being over the
kitchen stove."
You may sneer if you pit-as?, Mrs.
Pink. It will not move me any."
"What do you propose to do about
it, Mr. Pink 1"
"I will tell you."
Mr. Pink proceeded to cut off a
slice of the. meat,, and requested his
wondering wife to put on the plate,
in addition, vegetables from the va-
ious dishes. He then rose, end with
as much dignity as a tow-headed
little man of four feet eight inehes in
height could muster, rang the bel!.
Bridget answered the bell.
"What's wanting, mum ?" asked
the maid Erin, looking toward her
mistress.
"Mr. Pink rang for you. He will
tell you."
"I want you to sit down at the
side table, and eat what there is on
that plate."
"Right here, now 1" asked Bridge*:,
her eyes rolling in her head with
amazement.
"Yes," said Mr. Pink, in a stern
triumph fancying that the indications
of surprise were marks of guilt.
"Oh, it isn't I that'll back out,"
said Bridget; and receiving the plate
from the hands of Mr. Pink, she fell
to, with an appetite which seemed to
have been accumulated for this special
oocas on.
Of course even Mr. Pink could not
doubt of this. He with a slight feel
ing of shame helped his wife ant
children from the different dishes, anc
with a feeling of security partook
thereof himself.
"A little more, av ye pleaze," said
Bridget, extending her plate, her ut
terance by the way being a little
thick in consequence of he mouth be
ing full.
"You can finish your dinner in the
kitchen, Bridget," said Mr. Pink.—
"We shan't need you any longer."
Bridget left the room, thinking it a
"mighty quare" family.
~ s, he
This, however, was a common,
every-day occurrence.
I now proceed to narrate a thrilling
incident which befell Mr. Theophilus
Pink on a journey to the West.
Theophilus had been talking of the
journey for several years, but hat
found it difficult to muster sufficiem
courage to undertake it. He was
afraid that the cars would- run off the
track, or the steamboats would blow
up, or something equally fatal woulc
happen. He Btaid in Buffalo two
days, being unable to decide whether
it would be safest to go to Detroit by
cars or boat. He decided to go by
boat, when he chanced to read of an
accident which happen to a Missis-
sippi river stpamboat. This decidec
him to take the cars, when unfortun
ately tidings came of a train running
off the trade somewhere in Georgia
Accordingly he, with many dolefu
apprehensions, took passage in the
boat, and, considerably to his sur
prise, was landed in safety at De-
troit.
However, I am not going to detail
step by step, all that happened on
the journey. Suffice it to say, that
one evening Mr. P. found himself
riding in a lonely part of Illinois.—
Night was approaching, and Mr. P.
would not for the world have ridden
through the night, exposed to thieves,
wild beasts, and all the terrors that
night naturally brings to a nervous
man.
Fortunately this was not needful.
There loomed up before him a re
spectable looking house which no
doubt, were the occupants so dispos
ed, would offer him comfortable shel-
ter for the night.
Jumping from his horse, he knock-
ed at the door.
A buxom woman presented herself
at the summons.
I am a benighted traveller," ex-
>lained Mr. Pink, "and should be very
jlad if you would provide me with a
night's lodging."
"You are welcome, stranger," said
the woman, heartily.
f You, Jim, come here and take the
stranger's horse. Step right in, sir.
not."
Most men would have considered
this a ver^ warm and respectable
welcome; but Theophilus Pink felt
troubled.
"She's a good deal too glad to see
me," he thought.
"I am afraid she has some design
upon me. Perhaps she thinks I've
got money, and means to steal it dar-
ing the night, I've heard of such
things before."
To the jaundiced eye of Mr. Pink,
the good natured face of his hostess
assumed the expression of Lady Mac-
beth, just as she is about to use the
dagger.
However, he had got himself into
a scrape and could not very well get
out of it. Better remain than arouse
the woman's suspicions of his know-
ledge of her purpose by proposing to
go. She would undoubtedly disprtch
emisar.es after him who would way-
lay and murder him.
Ugh! it made him shudder to
think of 3uch a thing.
In a very desponding state of mind,
Mr. Pink partook of his supper. He
declined taking any tea.
"Likely as not she has put a sleep-
ing potion into it. I've read «bout
such things. Oh dear me! Why
did I ever come out West? It's as
much as anybody's life is worth. If
I only get home to Mrs. Pink in safe-
ty, I will never again tempt Provi
dence as I am doing now.
Mr. Pink sat with his back to the
wall. He thought that by so doin
he should guard against an attad
from behind, though for that matter,
there was nobody to make it excep
his hostess already mentioned, anc
her son Jim, a boy of ten, who in
deed was stout of hta age, and migli
possibly have proved a match for Mr.
Pink, who in a contest would have
been afarid to use what little strength
he had.
At length, in came a burly farmer,
a stout man, full six feet in height,
clothed in a blue frock.
"How immensely strong he musí
be !" thought Theophilus Pink, with
bis teeth chattering in affright.—
Suppose he should konck me down
with that sledge-hammer fist of his,
take my money, and bury me in the
cellar,"
This thought made him shiver so
that Mr. Armstrong, the new-comer,
inquired—"Got the ague, Mister ?"
'•N-no. What makes you ask ?"
"I saw you shaking. Didn't know
but what you'd got it. We have go
it a good deal out this way "
The farmer had a frank, open man
ner, this Mr. Pink admitted to himself,
but felt little doubt that it was only
meant to mask deceit. He was hal
apprehensive that no attack woult
be made before he retired, and there
fore expressed a desire to be shown
to his chamber at once, though it was
but eight o'clock.
"No doubt you are tired with your
long tramp,•' said Mr. Armstrong,
the farmer.
"Well, we keep early hours here
Shall I carry your carpet baer* for
you-?"
N-no, I guess I'll take it. There
isn't much it.1
"But that little valuable,' said his
host jokingly.
"Not at all,* said Mr. Pink, hastily,
unwilling to convey such a dangerous
impression. "Only a few shirts.*
'Those are valuable to you,
{ NO. 13.
whatever movables there were in the
room, consisting of an old chest anda
couple of chairs, against the door,
though he felt that uiis would afford
but small impediment in case an At-
tack was made.
He discovered that by leaning
down with his ear to the floor, he
could hear what was said down
stairs.
Ia this uncomfortable position lie
remained for some time without any
result. At length he heard worás
that made his blood run eold.
"When do you propose to kill
him ?'
It was the wife who spoke.
. "Early to-morrow 'morning,* was
the husband's reply.
"Then you had better
your knife over night.'
"That is a good idea, wife. I am
lad you spoke of it. I might have
orgotten it."
Directly afterwards, to Mr. Pink's
sharpen
paralyzing terror, he heard the noiao
of a knife being sharpened.
"Oh, what shall I do ?" groaned
Theophilus Pink, wringing his
hands in abject fear. Shall I stay
here to be murdered by these blood
thirsty viHains ? No, 1 will jump out
of the window fuftt."
He opened the window, and jump-
ed, in his blind terror, regardless of
reckon, for if they were lost I don't
think mine would fit you.'
Mr. Pink laughed nervously at this
oke, but said nothing
"Hope you'll have a quiet night,"
said Mr. Armstrong.
Mr. Pink looked around him ner-
vously. There seemed to be nothing
very peculiar about the room. It
was a large square room. Mr. Pink
discovered, to his dismay, that there
was no lock on the door.
"That is so he can get in better,'
thought he to himself.
By way of guarding against the
ana ji
gardlei
the consequences which might enpue.
The height was not great, nut he fell
directly upon his arm, and broke it.
Of course he was unable to Btir.
Hearing the noise the farmer and
his, wife hastened to the spot.
"Don't kill me!" groaned Mr. Pink,
who now looked pink with terror.
"Who thought of killing you, and
what brought you here ?" exclaimed
the farmer, with unfeigned amase-
ment.
"I heard you and your wife talk-
ing of killing me, ana when I heard
you sharpening your knife, I couldn't
staftd it any longer, and I jumped."
Mr. Armstrong burst into a hearty
laugh. "It was our pig I was'going
to kill. Tfiat was what we were
talking abont.'
"Was that all ?* groaned Mr. Pink,
with mingled pain and shame.
'as at length peí
such was the case. But be had to
He was
rsuaded that
ength
case.
pay bitterly for his ridiculous suspic-
• ■ ■ tained in tí
weeks by
ions, being detained in the neighSor-
his broken
hood several
arm.
A Smart Lad.—A lad from the
country was recently taken into a
gentleman's family. One evening,
after having been called up into the
drawing room, he came down into the
kitchen laughing immoderately.—
"What is the matter?" cried the
cook. "Why," said he, "there aro
twelve on 'em up there, who could
not snuff the candle, and they had to
ring for I to do it."
A formal visitor, thus addressed a
little girl: "How are you, my dear?"
"Very well, I thank you," she repli-
ed. Tbejvisitofr then added, "Now,
my dear, you should ask me how 1
am." The child simply and honest-
y replied, "I don't want to know."
W* can accommodate you as well a& contemplated attack, lie piled up diately.'
A gentleman, talking to another on
he subject of marriage, made the /ol-
owing observation:
"I first saw my wife in a storm ;
carried her toa ball in a storm; court-
ed her in a stonp; married her in a
storm; lived in a storm all her life;
but, thank Heaven, I buried her In
pleasant weather.'
"Ah, doctaw, does the choleraw aw-
feet the higbaw awda?' asked an ex-
uisit of a celebrated physieian In
! few York. "No but its death on fools
and you'd better leave the city it
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Osterhout, J. P. The Texas Countryman. (Bellville, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 13, Ed. 1 Friday, April 6, 1866, newspaper, April 6, 1866; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth180230/m1/1/: accessed April 25, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.