The McKinney Gazette. (McKinney, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 15, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 19, 1886 Page: 1 of 4
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Use "KITCHEN QUEEN"
i BAKING POWDER.
Manufactured By
BABCOCK, FOOT & BROWN,
DALLAS, TEXAS.
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USE HERMOSA COFFEE.
For Sale By All Grocers.
Put up By
BABCOCK, FOOT & BROWN.
DALLAS, TEXAS.
VOLUME 1. NO. 15.
McKINNEY, COLLIN COUNTY, TEXAS, THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 188G-
81.50 A YEAR.
COUNTY DRY GOODS C
Lawrence Sullivan Ross.
-:0ur August Dargains are Now Open:
CALL IN AND EXAMINE OUR GOODS.
Respectfully,
-:C0LLI COUNTY II GOODS CO:-
Killed Him With a Club.
New Orleans, August 13.—Late lasi
night three iron discovered n mulatto
man prowling ;iround the yart! of Ignatz
Stortz with a bundle in one hand and a
hatchet in the other. When the negro
saw he was discovered he dropped tiie
bundle and ran for trie river, pursued by
the three men and a policeman who came
up. The negro jumped inro a skill and
kept the lour men at bay with his hatch-
et until he removed his pants, when lie
sprang into the river. The policeman
seized a boat and headed him oil', driving
him back to a raft near I he shore. The
negro rested until the officer landed, when
he seized a plank and sprang upon the
four men and was about putting them to
tlight when one of them struck him over
the head with a club, knocking him
senseless. He afterwards gave his name
as John Heniy, thirty years of age, a la-
borer by eccnp:ition. He died while be-
ing carried to the hospital.
Best Way to View a Sun Rise.
A New York paper recently
published an article on "The best
way to view a sunrise." In our
opinion the best way to view a
real son rise is to be on hand about
5 o'clock in the morning when the
head of the family climbs upstairs
to his boy's room with a trunk
strap in his hand. The rise is
neither brilliant nor beautiful but
it is awfully rapid.
Mr. Tilden's Will.
Protection Wanted.
Don't jmlfje a mule l>y his guileless look
A treacherous critlVr lie;
Hisdoarest friend he'd gla.lly kick
Into eternitv.
Men and Boiler Mangled.
Washington, August 13.—About two
o'clock this afternoon a boiler at the
Coast Bros." well, on the Smith farm, ex-
ploded, instantly killing J. O'Biien and
seriously injuring J. White and Coonev
Sharp. At the time the men were work-
ing in the tank house near by. O'Brien
was blown sixty feet in the air. Sharp
was terribly burned about the face and
shoulders. His injuries will, it is be-
lieved, prove fatal. White was badly cut
about the head, but his injuries are not
serious. Drilling had .just commenced
on the well when the explosion occurred,
winch is supposed to have been caused by
lack of water In the boiler. Tin boiler
was a new one and was blown 400 yards
from the foundation. Tills is the first
boiler explosion in the Washington field.
ROVALRrai
©
The white settlers of Arizona
failing to get protection from the
general government, are talking
seriously of exterminating the
Apache Indians on their own
account. It does seem that the
United States, with more money
in the treasury than she knows
what to do with, should give more
adequate protection to her citizens
against, Indians, Mexicans and
other reptiles.
Appealing to the Prejudices.
The Greenville Banner hits the
nail on the head in the following:
"At all times there are busy-bodies
who mcue it their cheif business to
stir ur prejudice and hard feeling
between town and country. Ever
since we can remember, lying re-
ports have been in circulation,
calculated to add fuel to the fires
of prejudice. No sooner is one lie
exploded than a new one is invent-
ed and sent on its sneaking
mission. The only limit to their
power for evil rests in the fact that
the people are to intelligent to
swallow all the falsehoods circulat-
ed."
POWDER
Absolutely Pure.
This powder never varies. A marvel of par-
ity, strength mil wholesomeness. More eco-
nomical than the ordinary kiuds, and cannot
be sold In competition with the multitude of
low test, short weight alum or phosphate pow-
ders. Sold only in cans. Royal BakingPow-
MiCo., 106 Wall St., N. Y.
looked very thoughtful for a mo-
ment, and then broke into a series
of smiles and remarked that he
Otterbin so honored long ago.
Roderic Fatty, a little Apache,
a pupil in the Indian school at
Carlisle, Pa., recently said to his
teacher: "I don't like 'Roderic
Fatty;' I want a new name."
"What name do you want ? " "I
would like 'Roderic Reconcilia-
tion.' "
A citizen of Douglasville, Ga.,
went home after dark, and after he
had slammed the gate heard a
curious flopping around. He in-
vestigated, and discovered that he
had shut the gate on the head of
a big snake, which was making
strenuous efforts to escape.
New York, August 9.—Mr.
Tilden's will was read this evening
to relatives of the deceased. The
estate disposed of amounts to
about $5,000,000 in value. All
the relatives of testator are well
provided for, but the bulk of the
estate is devoted to charitable and
public purposes. Greystone is
ordered to be sold.
The Penalty of Profanity.
The average small boy of the
present day is seldom at a loss for
something to say, even in the
most embarrassing position. Bob-
by, a precocious youth of six sum-
mers had been indulging in pro-
fanity, and in order to escape the
punishment for which his mother
had made preparations, he crawl-
ed under a barn and lay there in
a state of siege for the greater
part of the afternoon. When his
father returned at night and learn-
ed how matters stood, he made
his way, with much difficulty, un-
der the barn in search ot the boy.
"Hello, pa," said Bobby, cheerful-
ly, as his sire approached, "you
been sweating too ?"
A Female Miser.
The Varigateil Career of the Man Nomi-
nated for the Next Governor of
Texas.
For twenty years past there has
been an old woman living in this
city who has been doing household
work, washing, etc. Everybody
supposed she was eking out a
miserable existence in the little
hovel on West Lamar street, where
she lived. Yesterday she surpised
the natives by going to one of the
banks and drawing £2,500. No
one expected that she had over a
few dollars at the outside, and the
matter has been a source of sur-
prise to all. Her name is said to
be Kathie Karnes, although lor the
past half-score years she has been
known as "Old Century Plant" by
all who had occasion to call her
name at all. She is well known to
the police and other officers.—
[Sherman Register.
A shepherd dog, raised in Vali-
nia, Mich., was taken to Nebraska
by his master. A few weeks af-
terward it appeared at its old
Michigan home, having every ap-
pearance of having made the long
journey.
Gen. Lawrence Sullivan Ross
was born at Bentonsport, Iowa,
September 27, 1838, and is there-
fore 48 years old. His father,
Capt. Sharpley P. Ross, and Cath-
erine II. Ross, of Virginia, his
mother, were married in Missouri
and came to Texas in 1839. They
came directly to the then Indian
village of Waco, where Capt. Ross
was Indian agent, and where the
subject of this sketch has resided
ever since. His sister, now Mrs.
Kate 1'adgitt, of" St. Louis, was,
the first white child born in Mc-
Lennan County. Gen. Ross was
educated at the Florence Wesley-
an University, in North Alabama,
and graduated in 1859 with dis-
tinction. His boyhood in the in-
tervals between the sessions of his
university were spent in actual ser-
vice against the Comanches on
the frontier of Texas. This war-
like tribe were always hostile, al-
ways alert, always dangerous.
Young Ross won his spurs in this
dangerous warfare and made a
glorious record as the "boy cap-
tain" while other lads of similar
age were dawdling about their
mother's drawing rooms. In one
of his vacations, in 1858, with a
few followers, he had a battle with
the Comanches, in which 9; Indi-
ans were killed, 350 horses cap-
tured, with a little white girl, whose
parents were never known, but
whom Ross raised and educated,
giving her the name of Lizzie
Ross. The heroic young captain
was dangerously wounded in the
action by a rifle ball through his
arm and side. He lay on the bat-
tle field for five days, and was then
carried 011 a stretcher by four men
a distance of ninety miles to a re-
mote United States post (Radzin-
insky). As soon as he was able
to travel he returned to his alma
mater and graduated the next
summer.
When lie returned to Texas in
1859 Gov. Sam Houston, the im-
mortal, put him, boy and all as he
was, in supreme command 011 the
frontier, and well did the "boy
captain" ratify the clear judge-
ment of the governor. He at
once organized a force and went
at the bloody Comanches in dead
earnest. He captured and des-
troyed their principal village, then
on Pease River, killed a great
number, captured over 400 head
of horses and rescued Cynthia
Ann Parker, who had been a cap-
tive for thirty years among them.
Her son by her Indian husband,
Quanah Parker, is now head chief
of the Comanches. In this fight
the chief, Peta Nocona, was killed
in a single hand to hand combat
by Ross. His shield, buffalo
horns, lance, etc., were secured
and sent as trophies to Gov.
Houston at Austin, where they
were deposited in the archives of
the State. Ross' horse was shot
through by Nocona in the desper-
ate struggle, but the young de-
fender of the harried frontier es-
caped unhurt. Participants in the
fight and observers of this dread-
ful duel never grow weary in re-
lating it. The gigantic Indian, as
graceful and handsome a warrior
as ever rode to deadly lists, fought
with supurb bravery and skill.
But he had met a good match in
the mere stripling who daringly
confronted him. Ross' courage,
while not as "loud" as the Indian's
was of finer grain, and the Com-
anche bit the dust. This decisive
battle broke the power of the
Comanches for many years and
gave peace and security to the en-
tire frontier of Texas for a long
time. After these signal victories
over the red forces, Major Gener-
al Winfield Scott wrote Ross an
autograph letter offering him,
young as he was, a commission in
the United States army.
But the war between the sec-
tions soon after commenced, and
Sul Ross joined the company of
his brother, Capt. Pete Ross, as a
private. He was soon made major
of the regiment to which the com-
pany was attached, rose rapidly to
be lieutenant colonel, then colonel
and in the fall of 1882 was made
brigadier general in the Confeder-
ate army. He participated in 13$
engagements of more or less im-
portance, and always with distinc-
tion, winning plaudits alike from
friend and foe. He was never
wounded while in the Codfederate
service but had seven horses shot
from under him.
At the battle of Corinth, Miss.,
his regiment, the Sixth Texis,
charged Battery Robinett and lost
150 men out of 350 in going a
distance of 300 yards, before the
fort, manned by heavy guns, could
be reached and taken Gen. Dubney
II. Maurey, in response to a letter
from Mr. Sedden, Secretary of
War in the Confederate service,
asking him to furhise to the
department the name of the man
vvho displayed the most distin-
guished gallantry at the battle of
Cortinth sent the name of L. S.
Ross, and hence he has always
been called in the South "the hero
of Corinth."
He served with distinction until
the close of the war, when he
returned home without a dollar.
He went at farming as he did at
the Indians and soon bought him
a little plantation in the Brazos
Bottom, where he raised and
education his family. In 1873,
during a time when the criminal
classes were in the ascendant, and
when neither life nor property
were safe, his law-abiding neigh-
bors selected him as the fittest man
for Sheriff. He aerved a two
years' term, and left the office
poorer than when he went in, but
the law was "on top." In 1875
he was elected a delegate to the
constitutional conventiou and
served faithfully in that body.
I lis name is endurably connected
whth all that is best in that docu-
ment. In 1881 he was elected to
the Senate and served there with
equeal distinction. Gen. Ross is a
man of fine literary tastes, of ripe
education and of a high order of
intellect. Indeed, he is a man
among men, and no man since
Houston's palmiest days ever held
such a place in the hearts of the
people as does this simple, plain,
unpretending, modest gentleman,
who has a record of noble deeds,
unselfish life and honorable acts
behind him which recalls the
Chevalier Bayard of happy
memory, when rank and fortune
were won at the sword's point in
the age of chivalry. Gen. Ross has
a personal magnetism about him
which wins men up and attaches
them to his person as by hooks of
steel.
The South American Queen.
Not so Bad for the Farmer.
Grain growers and other tillers
of the soil, who feel like complain-
ing at the low prices of farm pro-
duce now prevailing, should re-
member that agricultural interests
are not alone in the matter of
depreciation of prices. The fact
is that during the past seventy
years farm products have increased
largely in price, while manufac-
tured articles have decreased. An
interesting comparison of prices
for farm produce is shown in the
following table:
1816. 1886.
Wheat, per bushel, $ 0 44 $ 0 90
Oats, per bushel, 15 41
Corn, per bushel, 20 46
Barley, per bushel 23 so
Uutter, per pound, 12 32
Cheese, per pound, 6 10
Eggs, per dozen 5 12
Cows, per head, 15 00 50 00
Hay, per ton, 5 00 17 00
Straw, per ton, 4 00 15 50
Sheep, per head, 75 2 00
Farm, labor, per month 8 00 18 50
Certainly in "the good old
times," so often regretfully referred
to, farmers were not overpaid, and
these figures show that farm labor
has during seventy years increased
over 100 per cent., and the selling
prices of farm produce have in-
creased from 100 to 400 per cent.
On the other hand the compari-
son of manufactured articles show
large decreases, as may be seen in
the appended figures:
1816. 1886.
Steel, per pound, $ 0 17 $ 0 12
Xails, per pound, 12 4
Broadcloth, per yard, 16 00 4 00
Wool, blankets, per pair,. IS 00 7 00
Cotton cloth, per yard, 30 i2
Calico, per yard, 2a 6
Salt, per bushel $1 00 to 4 00 15 to 25
Here are enormous differences
against the manufacturers and in
favor of the farmer. It would ap-
pear that agriculture has really
been favored at the expense
of mechanical industry, and the
grain growers and general farmers
should cease to consider them-
selves the only class of victims of
the present depressed business
conditions.—[Milling World, (Buf-
falo).
*^1-4
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A Vateli for the Kichest Woman oil the
Face of the Earth.
I notice an interesting paragraph
in an English journal, which in-
forms us that a Leith firm has just
completed a handsome screw steam
launch, which has been built to
the order of Mrs. Couseno, a South
American lady, who is reported to
be the richest lady in the world.
The launch, which is built of steel,
is twenty-five feet in length and is
to be employed as a tender to her
large yutch. (The large yatch is
engaged at present in the unpre-
tending but profitable trade of car-
rying coal from Lota to Val-
paraiso. It is elaborately fitted up
in polished mahogany, and is to
be dispatched forthwith by one of
the mail steamers from Liverpool
for conveyance to Chili.
Besides being the richest lady
in the world, she alio enjoys the
singular privilege of being Em-
press over a tract of territory
called Lota, which lies some 200
or 300 miles to the south of the
port. It may appear strange to
speak of an Empress in the heart
of a free republic, but nevertheless
the fact exists, and so absolute are
her majesty's powers that there
are few of her subjects who would
be resolute and courageous
enough to claim the possession of
their own immortal souls, or
would not be prepared to deny
that on the making of the place, a
special arrangement, was made in
reference to coal deposits between
the Divinity and the reigning
monarch.
During her absence the govern-
ment is carried on, much as it is
in Ireland, by means of a viceroy,
with this exception, that while the
Irish are not infrequently rebel-
lious and troublesome and actually
lay claim to the right of having a
slight say in their destinies either
in this world or in that which is
to come, such a supernatural ef-
fort never enters the simple and
uncomplaining minds of the pop-
ulation of this remarkable portion
of God's footstool. And why
should it be otherwise ? The
viceroy, or boss pasha, and his
court have been so long accus-
tomed to licking and cleaning the
boots of their sovereign mistress
and passing along their own in re-
turn to their subordinates, who
perform a similar but humbler task
and keep the ball rolling always
downward, that it would be at
once a dangerous and unkindly
action to persuade them that they
are featherless bipeds and not
dirt-eating automatons. — [Val-
paraiso Letter in Panama Star.
A Friendless Man.
for is left to die a felon's death.
Men will say that it is just.
They will say that is a warning
example. It is more than all this.
It is the sad ending of a wasted
life, and it is impossible to con-
template it without pity.
'Masses'' and "Classes."
Behind the bars of a gloomy cell
in the Massachusetts penitentiary
there is a shattered wreck of a
man who is face to face with
death.
No pitying eyes look into his;
no friendly voice utters a word of
comfort, and no kind hand minis-
ters to the wants of this suffering
outcast.
This utterly friendless man, who
is left to die like a dog, was not
always a felon, and in other days
he had troops of friends. In the
first flush of his bright manhood
Franklin J. Moses was regarded
as one of the most brilliant of South
Carolina's son. But his good
fortune was his ruin. Success
maddened him. He became the
most prodigal ruler that ever sat
in a governor's chair. In his vain
desire to give his state a dazzling
administration he fell an easy prey
to unscrupulous flatterers who
know how to make thrift follow
fawning. The governor of a great
common wealth became the ac-
complice of swindlers. Disgraced
and scorned by his own people he
left the executive mansion and
became a wanderer upon the face
of the earth.
His recent history is painfully
familiar. Time and again within
the past few years this penniless
exile has yielded to temptation, or
to necessity, and each time he has
paid the penalty. From jail to
jail, and from prison to prison this
broken man has gone, never escap-
ing the consequences of fys petty,
transgressions. Now, at the age
of fifty, when he should be in his
prime, he is cut off from his
kindred and the friends of his
youth, and forgotten and uncared
A spirited discussion is going
on in both the old world and the
new, as to the relative rights of
what are called the masses and the
classes. In this country the feel-
ing on such a question is much
less intense than it is in Europe,
because we have no "privileged
classes" here who are empowered
by law to lord it over the people.
In this free republic the situation
is in fact almost practically revers-
ed, and the "privileged masses"
often compel such mushroom
"classes" as we have here to yield
to their wishes and follow their
lead.
It is impossible to prevent the
formation of classes in any coun-
try. The action of self-interest,
the influence which common oc-
cupations exert, and many other
forces inevitably tend to classify
people in such a way as to devel-
op various classes in every large
community. But in this country
there are no laws, as there are in
Europe, which make one class su-
perior to another, and confer he-
reditary class privileges on certain
portions of the population to the
injury of all the rest. Here, as
Abraham Lincoln said, every man
has the right to be the equal of
any other man. And this right is
continually utilized. The sons of
the poorest people are constantly
rising to the highest positions,
both as regards wealth and official
station. In thousands of cases the
poor boy of the past is the distin-
guished professor, scientist, cler-
gyman, lawyer, millionaire or
statesman of the present. This
state of things happily prevents
such strifes of the masses with
the classes as are constantly dis-
turbing the peace and well-being
of society in monarchical coun-
tries.—[Greenville Herald.
A Queer Sweedish Legend.
A queer Swedish legend is as
follows: Long, long ago, there
lived a race of giants who were so
wicked as to hurl rocks at the
churches to try to destroy them.
One day a peasant, going to the
cave of these monsters, heard him-
self called : "Jacob, Jacob, come
in and eat of my stew." "Nay,"
answered Jacob, who would not
for worlds have broken fast with a
sacrilegious creature like that, "If
you have more stew than you can
eat you had better lay the rest
aside for the morrow." "But I can-
not wait till the morrow," pleaded
the giant; "they have brought those
horrid church bells into Sweden,
and I cannot withstand their pow-
er; I must flee." "And when
come you back?" asked Jacob.
"Not till the hills have become
the bottom of the sea, and the sea
turned into farming land," quoth
the giant. And he was as good
as his word; for from that day
forth the rock hurling monsters
were unknown in Sweden, and the
churches have enjoyed a peace
like that of heaven.
Specimen Dakota Tales.
A Great Country, Xo Doubt, but Stories
About It are Greater.
About two weeks ago I saw a
farmer out behind a straw stack
gathering into a heap a lot of old
bones and pieces of hides and
sprinkling salt on them. Yester-
day I saw this same man selling
a fine pair of steers to a butcher
up town. They were so fat and
had filled up so fast that he had
bound their hides with an old buf-
falo robe. This granger was a
Sunday School superintendent be-
fore he came to Dakota, but he
swore these were the cattle I had
seen him kicking together behind
the straw stack. He said all they
had eaten was some wild grass
that had sprung up in his door
yard, where the women folks had
thrown a few tubs of warm soap
suds on wash days. He said that
he had learned that the cheapest
and best way to Winter stock in
Dakota was to knock them to
pieces in the Fall and set them up
again as wanted, otherwise, unless
we get a blizzard every week, they
were liable to get too fat and
round on the native grass.
Last Fall I stopped at a house
to borrow a match to light my
pipe with. The man told me to
go right out in the garden and
pick all I wanted. I did not know
what he meant at first; but he
went out with me, and—I'm almost
afiaid you'll think I'm a liar for
telling it—there was about half an
acre growing the finest parlor
matches I ever saw. He said he
had a poor crop the year before
because the seed was too good
for such soil. This year he had
mixed his seed matches with
about one-third toothpicks and got
a splendid yield.
I went out after breakfast and
saw the man blowing up Hub-
bard squashes with gun powder.
They were too large to be moved
and the farmer wanted the ground.
I noticed that one of his wife's
legs was about eight inches longer
than the other, and the man ex-
plained it thus : He said when he
first came to Dakota they lived in
a "dug-out," with nothing but the
ground for a floor, from which
they had to mow the grass once a
day to find the baby. He said his
wife had a habit of sitting with
one leg over the other knee, and
the leg that remained in contact
with the soil got such a start that
the other could never catch up.
The famous Rowan County war,
which has been a disgrace to Ken-
tucky for two years past, is at an
end. Craig Tolliver, the leader of
one of the factions, and Cooke
Humphrey, the leader of the other,
have signed an agreement to leave
the State forever, and the State's
attorney agreed to file away indict-
ments against them indefinitely.
Craig Tolliver has gone to Texas
and Cooke Humphrey to Missouri,
where they have gone to settle.
A Big Revolution Started.
Boston, Aug. 13.—A letter to the Jour-
nal Irom San Domingo, dated July 28,
says the presidential election took place
there on the 26th ot June, Gen. Ulyses
Hereaux, being elected by a large majori-
ty. Gen. Masses, the defeated candidate,
left for Samona two days after the elec-
tion, raised an army pt 3000 men. attack-
ed Santiago and was defeated by the gov-
ernment forces. Gen. Hereaux, president
elect, left here to-day leading 5000 men ta
reinforce Gen. Luperom at Santiago.
Gen. Scaraman left Port au Plat on the
north, side with 5000 men, and will join
Hereaux, making an army of 12,000 men.
This is the strongest revolution that has
started in San Domingo for some years.
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Captured by Pirates.
The capture of the Dutch steam-
ship Hok by Chinese pirates in
the Straits of Malacca is a rather
exceptional feat, though these des-
perados, who haunt the myraid
little islands of the China Sea,
make the capture of smaller fry,
such as trading and fishing junks,
a regular mode of livelihood.
Piracy in these waters is anything
but a lost art, and Mr. J. G. Scott,
the most recent writer on this
topic, says that it will be no easy
matter to put it down. China
sends an expedition now and
then and stops the game for
awhile, and the French are trying
to clean out the pirates' nest in the
Gulf of Tonquin. It is hard to
identify these sea sharks, for they
look like honest trading crafts.
When the robbers are persued
they make for the mainland and
hide in the hills until the trouble
blows over. If, however, their
ambition is going to soar beyond
the junks of Chinese coast traders
to the steamers of European na-
tions, they will probably be sent,
before very long, to join their pro-
fessional brethren who used to
flourish in the Mediterranean,
A Western poetess cries, "Cease
thy throb, O aching heart 1 and let
me sing again." It does not require
a physician, however, to tell her
that were her aching heart to cease
its throb, she would figure at the
head of a funeral procession, and
if she did any singing at all it
would be so far above the clouds
that her musical bazoo would not
be heard on this earth.
Atlanta, Ga., is in the front;
the mayor is a Prohibitionist; the
judge of the police court is a Pro-
hibitionist; the judge of the crimi-
nal court is a Prohibitionist, and
we are credibly informed that the
supreme judges of Georgia are all,
with one exception. Prohibition.-
ists.
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Thompson, Clinton. The McKinney Gazette. (McKinney, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 15, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 19, 1886, newspaper, August 19, 1886; McKinney, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth192218/m1/1/?rotate=270: accessed April 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Collin County Genealogical Society.