Velasco Daily Times (Velasco, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 154, Ed. 1 Monday, June 6, 1892 Page: 1 of 4
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VOL.l.
VELASCO. TEXAS,MONDAY fiVENING. JUNE 0.1892.
NO. 154
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AR.H3 OFFERIN O-
Choice Farming Land
ON UNE OF VELASCO TERMINAL RAILROAD
In Ten, Twenty, Forty and Eighty Acre Tracts at $1B
per Acre. Terms easy.
LIFE.
1 have heard a lot of people say
That life is not worth living-
But none the less 1 go my way
Without the le.ist misgiving.
t don't sit up night after ni^t
To worry o'er the nation.
Or run and yeip around all day
To work its reformation.
I realize that things may run
In sev'ral different ways,
,But don't propose on that account,
To worry all my days. "■**'
Let those who think the world, is wronj,
And can't sleep till it's righted,
Go at it on the spot; I'm sure
I shall he most delighted.
But as for me, I am content
To take things' *s I And tnein.
If they are not to my sweet thoughts,
I simply do not mind them.
—New York Sun.
A BRAVE WESTERN HERO
We were holding what we called an
"experience meeting," up in Hulbert's
room ono rainy, dreary evening after
lectures. The conversation turned
toward heroes, and the fellows were
each telling of some deed of bravery
which had fallen under his observation.
"I can beat that," I said, when
Stewart hnd finished his narrative.
"Let's hear you,11 said the boys.
"Well, when I was out Weal." I
legan, looking around for the smiles
which always followed those words, to
which the boys had grown so accus-
tomed from me. "I had occasion to'
know right well an old follow by the
name of Kramer. He was the richest
man, the best man, the most intelligent
man in the country, and the peopU on
the randies thereabout called him
•King Kramer,' and would bow down
and worship him almost, I had, upon
one occasion, spent the night with the
old man, had met his wife, a fine, in-
telligent woman, three or four hand-
some, stalwart sons, and a whole bevy
of charming daughters."
" 'How long have you lived here.
Mr. Kramer?' said I, as we left the
breakfast, table.
" 'Thirty years, sir,' said he, 'thirty
.years the first day of next month since
J married nnd brought my wife hero.
There wasn't much here then but a
little shake shanty and a bit of fallow
land behind, but we have got along.
Ciod has prospered us. Yes, sir,
thirty years come next month, and—
let me see. what's to-day? Why, we
must bo getting ready for tho anni-
versary dinner, and,' added tho old
man a little sadly, 'Abbot must be
preparing the memorial sermon.'
" -You didn't know I had one son
who was a preacher, did you?' he con-
tinued, as we walked out on the broad
piazza and looked out over the broad
acres teeming with wealth for the old
man. -Yes. sir, my oldest boy, Abbot,
is a minister. He has gone East just,
now, but he lives with us and preaches
in the little chapel out there in that
clump of timber. Put on your hat
and come with me over there, -and I'll
show you the finest bit of architecture
in the West, and tell you a story
about the man to whom we built the
chapel as a memorial.'
•• I told you awhile ago that it was
thirty years ago sinco I married and
came here to live; how I was saved
from death that day is what 1 am go-
ing to tell you.
" 'I was working on a ranch, a few-
miles below here, and had raised
enough to buy a bit of land, build a
little shanty here and get me a pony
and a small stock of provisions. 1 had
nad to work pretty hard for it, for
money came harder in those days, but
I didn't mind that, for I was working
to get the dearest girl the sun evei
shone on. .She was old man Grayson's
daughter and lived in the county
above here.
" Two days before we were to be
married I set out for Grayson's. Tho
old man knew how poor I was, but he
liked me pretty well, so he agreed to
set us up with a wagon and team as a
bridal present, so I struck out on my
pony. It was early when I started
and ! «.rovelad s.oV.v aaarlv all day
oy rr.yucu. mtw a, ngrii/ 't« no8ome
kind of a thing to tío, I can tell you.
hut I didn't know whether to be glad
or sorry when, along about dusk, a
man rode up from the rear and joined
me.
" ile was a long, loose-jointed,
kinder hang-dog-looking fellow I
thought and I felt sorter dubious
whf n he proposed that we join com-
pany, but I was pretty well armed,
and, besides, there was nothing else
to be done, so I consented. His name
was Abbot—Tom Abbot.
"'I asked him the usual questions
as we jogged along, and mighty few
questions were permitted in those
days when fellows came West to be
let alone, 'jut he only replied in a tac-
iturn. indifferent kind of way. But
somehow or other he was one of these
receptive kindot reserved people, who
take in everything und let out nothing,
and betore very long I found myself
telling him all there was to be known
about me.
" 'As we lay around the camp-fire
after supper was over I told him about
my love for Louie, about my wedding,
my prospects—everything, in fact, and
I finally went to sleep with ray head
in the fellow's lap.
" 'The next day as we jogged along
STer the parched, dry grass I noticed
about noon that Abbott besan to sniff
the air like a hound on the track of
game. Finally he Rtood up in the stir-
rup and craned that long neck of his,
looking back whence he had come.
He settled down in the saddle kinder
slow like.
" 'We must have ieft a spark smoul-
dering back yonder at camp," he said
calmly, 'the prairie Is on fire.'
" 'My God!1 I cried, my blood run-
ning chill at the horror. I knew the
long stretch of dry grass that lay be-
hind us and before us; I knew the na-
ture of a prairie firo, and how little
chance of escape lay for us In the front
f its hell ish 'ury.
•' 'Abbot looked at me a little
scornfully I fancied, but his tone was
very pitiful when he said:
' " 'Poor follow, do you think your lit-
tle nag will make It?'
"•No,' I said, called to my sen sea
by the man's coolness and trying to be
calm myself. 'My pony is a sorry lit-
tle fellow, but I could not afford to get
another.'
" 'Already I could smell the smoko
and hear in the distance the mad roar
of the flying flames.
•' 'It's all up with us, Abbot,' I saiil.
'Oh. Louie, my poor darling!'
"•For a moment the man's eyes
flashed, but he said very calmly as lm
slipped from his saddle:
•••You had better change horses
with me. lad; mine will take you
throusrh.'
•• And leave you here to perish?
No. my God, man, save yourself!' I
i cried.
/ •' -There's a woman at the other end
I waiting for you; for mo there's—noth-
ing. Go!'
" 'So saying he set his big hand in
my collar, dragged me from my horse
and on to his. giving her a cut that
sent her flying across the plains faster
than wind or fire or smoke. I never
i cut the air so fast before nor since, but
of course it could not last forever.
" 'I felt the hot glow, the smoke
blinded my eyes, the roar of the wind-
blown flames filled my ears. How
long we ran this race with the flames
I can not tell I heard the splash and
felt the cool waters rise up about me
when my horse struck the river's ford.
After that I got on I know not how. I
seem now to have been conscious of
nothing till Louie was bending over
me and her arms were encircling my
hot cheeks.'
"The old man's eyes filled with
tears.
" The next day we were married,'
he went on, -and by and by, when we
came on home, we found in the fire's
track a little heap of blanched ("ones
that crumbled at the touch. ThaU was
the last of Abbot, but when our first
little boy caire along I named him
Abbot. And. by and by, we built this
little stone chapel as a memorial to
the brave man who gave his life for
ENGLISH SPARROW9U
•lolin lt.iriUlcy 1V*| Hid Man Wild First
Imported TIihiii. ■' '
One of the editors of an agricultural
publication -'up the country" tákos up
the cudgels in defense of the Htaglish
sparrows and says he can look back
upon a forty years' intimate acquain-
tance with these pests. As the colored
man remarked to his unlettered pastor
when the latter gave out "Hymn
•J, OH'. ," so we, says tho Post$crvis
Ga/etto. remark to this Writer:
"Brudder, dat's mor'n she am. * The
first sparrows were imported some
time in the tiO's. Philadelphia is
credited,with introducing this bird in-
to this 'country to destroy the measur-
ing worm which at this time Infested
its parks and shade trees in myriads.
John Bardsley. a member of the
city council, introduced th(Tresolution
authorizing their importation and ap-
propriating the money necessary to
pay the expense. At the present
i.riting Mr. Bardsley, late city treas-
urer of Philadelphia, is in the eastern
penitentiary, on Cherry hill in that
city, serving out a sentence longer
than the probable remainder of * his
life, for stealing a million or so of
money and - for rascalities in connec-
tion with ihe swindling and now de-
funct Keystone bank.
But we are not surprised' It was to
ne expected that tho man who caused
Ihe importation into this count!y of
the Knglish sparrow would come to a
bad end. What must be Bardsley'a
feelings now as he listens to tho chat-
ter and chirpings of these noisy nui-
sances around und about bis grated
window? Talk about "poetic justice!"
What's this?
u?
-Philadelphia Tiling
The Famous Monrliruge.
Stonehenge Is a famous ruin of great
but uncertain antiquity, situated in
the centre of a plain near AmesbUry in
Wiltshire, England. At present it is
merely a contused mass of mos. -covered
stones, which must be closely inspect-
ed in order to trace out the original
form, which was two concentric cii'clés
of huge upright stones, enclosing two
elipses the whole surrounded by a cir-
cular ditch and embankment; the wall
being 15 feet high and 1,010 in cir-
cumference. There is much difference
of opinion among antiquarians as to
what tho original building, monument
or dike was used for. Many eminent
scientists believe it to be the remsdns
of a Druidish temple, erected long be-
fore the Roman invasion of Britain —
Chicago Timen,
Botanically Sorosis means a fruit
composed by many flowers consoli-
dated.
The contractor who built an Indiana
jail now occupies one of its cells as a
prisoner.
The Jains of India frequently under-
go fasts of forty days, partaking during
that time only of warm water.
The mines of the world produce
twenty-five tons of gold every week,
but the precious metal remains as rare
as ever.
The latest substitute for glass is n
kind of dry, flexible collodion. It re-
sists the action of salts, alkalies and
dilute acids and is inodorous and
transparent. Its chief use is likely to
be in photography.
An acid is now mixed with sawdust
and the whole mass molded into blocks
or any other form, resulting in a fine
material for building purposes. The
blocks assume extreme hardness of
surface and are practically non-com-
bustible.
A full-grown cow caribou was cap-
tured alive near Hedington, Me., re-
cently by Bernard .1. Smith, who threw
the animal on her back in the deep
snow and bound her feet with his belt.
The caribou now lives contentedly in
a box stall munch i nv moss and orrain
Mulberry wood is the most d.irable
material of which to make fence posts.
There fs a farm near Ntrode's mill,
Chester county, Pa., fenced with this
material ninety-five years ago, the
posts being still in good condition.
They now support their sixteenth set
of rails.
A clothing firm in Louisville, Ky.,
has hit upon a novel scheme for at-
tracting the attention of the public.
The other day it pu,t in its show win-
dow an incubator, and it was set at-
work on 660 eggs. The firth invites its
customers to guess on the mimbér o'
chickens which will be forthcoming,
and offers 9100 in prizes, $.10 to go to
the one coming nearest the correct
number, and $25 to the second font
gueeeer.
Perry & Northrup
TUB-
Oldest Real Estate Men
AT THE MOUTH OF THE BRAZOS RIVER.
Ten choice 10-acre tracts, oue-half mile from Velasoo, for fruits and
vegetables. Soil rich, mellow, sandy loam; at $60 per aor«; one-third oath,
balance one and two vears.
SOME PILFERED JE8TS.
GLEANINGS FROM THE COL-
UMNS OP WITTY EXCHANGES.
'Vlttv Sayings, Humorous InOfdsnte
and Laughable Doings--Bright
and Entertaining Humor of
all Kinds.
Political Boonomy.
"One evening last week," remarked
Maj Duncan, of the Union Square
Theatre, in the course of a recent
discussion of the free-pass tiend, "a
middle-aged man with side whiskers
that resembled Brussels sprouts in
full bloom blew into the lobby and
marched up to me with an air of
gigantic importance."
" 'Want t' go in," he said.
" 'What for?" I answered.
" 'I'm the Sheriff of Smithburg,"
he replied, displaying a tin star that
looked like a toy comet, 'an thar's a
man here thet I want!"
" 'You will find seats at the box
office from $1 up."
" 'What! Don't get in 'less I buy
one?
" 'Not this particular evening/
" 'Didn't know officers of th1 law had
t' pay t' git in theayterg—don't have
t' up in Smithburg.'
""'If you go ana show your papers
to Inspector Byrnes he 11 probably
send up a man with you and then it'll
be all right.'
" 'Dassent go 'way thet long. Ain't
cot nuthin' cheaper n *1, have ye?
" 'No.'
"Then if ye don't mind I'll sorter
saunter 'round oil there tillthsshow's
over.'
" 'Broke?'
" 'Nawjbut th'las' time I was down
t' New York on bitnesa I went t' three
dime museums an' stopped at a $2 a
day lodgin' house. Th' Town Coun-
cil of Smithburg's bin' kickin' on my
expense bill ever since an' this trip I
was warned not t' be so cuBsed ex-
travagant with Smithburg's funds.1 "
She Preferred a Grand Jury,
"If you were a—a jury, Clare," said
the embarassed young lawyer, hesita-
tingly, "I could plead my cause witto
more self-possession. In the courts
of—er—of love I don't think I can
claim to be a first-class advocate."
"Perhaps you have not had an ex-
tensive practice in such courts, Will-
iam," suggested the maiden, softly.
"That's it, sxactly, Clare!" eagerly
rejoined the young man, moving his
chair a little nearer. "I'm a now
hand at this business. But if I could
feel sure the jury "
"Meaning me?"
"Yes—wasn't prejudiced against the
advocate "
"Meaning you?"
"Yes—why. then, I might "
"What kind of jury are you consider-
ing me, William?" she asked, with
eyes downcast.
"A—h'm—common jury, of course.
You couldn't be a grand jury, you
know, darl "
"Why not?"
"Because 1 don't plead beforegrand
juries."
"I think, William," said the young
girl, blushing, "I wonld rather for
this occasion be considered a grand
jury."
"Why?"
"Because"— and she hid her face
somewhere in the vicinity of his coat
collar— "I have found a true Bill!"
The Sadness of It,
John Henry was just starting out
the other evening too Bee his girl when
A married acquaintance stopped him
hi the.front gate.'
"Hello," he said, "where are you
going?"
" '"to see my girl," was the cheerfftl
answer.
"Ah, courting is a great thing, my
boy, a great thing."
"Yes, I've found it so."
"But a man has to be mighty care-
ful "
••un, i aon't Know; 1 never had any
trouble."
"Is this the first one you ever court-
id?"
'Yes, the only.one."
y.c
"My fix exactly," he said reflective-
ly."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, I made a great mistake of
my life in my first courting."
"What did you do—let her go for a
richer one?"
"No."
"Let some other fellow beat your
time?"
"No siree."
"Then how in t hunder did you make
such a dreadful mistake?"
"Married her, my boy, married her!"
he said disconsolately and hurried
along with his basket.
Gentleman and Man.
When the landlady entered the
room he rose from his chair and said:
"You have a room to rent, I be-
lieve?"
"Yes, sir; front room on the second
floor," she replied. "Are you one of
the gentlemen who advertised for a:
room with board?" ,
"I'm one of the men whoadver-!
Used for a fair-sixed room, well
lighted."
"One of the men?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"How did your advert^ement
read?"
"Oh, just said, 'A business man de-
sires a fair-sized room, with board,
within a mile of the business part of
the city.'"
"The advertisement read a 'man?'"
"Certainly.,'
"Not a 'refined gentleman?'"
"No, indeed."
"Well, I'll take a few dollars off the
price, then. I've'been looking for a
'man.' I'm rather tired of 'refined
gentlemen.' They generally play
poker aW night and leave without
paying their bills."
Ths Merry Recruit.
Corporal: "What are you laughing
at, Mayer?"
Recruit: "Please, Corpora^ there's
a sixpence lying on the ground yon-
der."
Corporal: "Whole section—right
about turn! Whole section—right
about face! Mayer, what are you
laughing at now?"
Recruit: "Please, Corpoial, the six
pence has—gone!"—
Labor Statistics.
Col. Fi/.zletop said to his son John-
ny, who is very trifling:
"Why don't you go to work?"
"I am doing all the work I want to,
pa."
"What work are you doing, stand-
ing there and looking out of the win-
dow."
"I am watching how the days are
gradually getting shorter, pa."
Climatic.
Miss Anxious—You are not looking
very well, Mr. 81imly Noscholar. You
should be careful not to expose your-
self, as these cold spring days are apt
to bring on pneumonia.
Mr. Noscholar—Yes, the doctor Bays
if I am not careful I'll have shoe
buckles on my lungs.
Improving a Dog
Lady—Why did you haveyourdog'i
tail cut off?
Boy—To make him more affection-
ate.
"Hem! Did that do it?"
"YeB'm. He can wag hin tail all the
time now without getting tired."
A For^Rble Pisa.
Father: "Hans, you must not go
bathing to-day, an yoirhave got the
stomach-ache."
Hans: "That won't matter, daddy,
I can swim on my hack, you know!"
A Strange Coincidence.
"Your money or your life!',,
"What a strange coinci^ope! I was
going to ask you the very fame thing. '*j
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