The Frontier Echo (Jacksboro, Tex.), Vol. 4, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, October 25, 1878 Page: 1 of 4
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pHIUP GRESHAM, M. D.,
Physician and Snrjeon
Jaeksboro, Texas. .
Offlee w««H side of the Public Square.
QHARLES SO VV AE fl,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
ID, PARKKR co., tex.
In the Courts of Parlcer.
elibrdand Palo Pinto
Hi*
CliURE,
a aad Nar(««n.
FuUlc Square,
JFexaa.
attended to at all
WEST,
Land Agent*,
* COUNTY, TEXAS.
There's Juiio .Sophia,
And Anna Maria,
Willi Obaditih,
And Zedt'klali
In our choir.
And June Sophia opr:mo rings
Ho high you'd think her vole; had wing#
l'o soar above nil eurthly thing*.
IV hen she leads off on Sunday ;
While Ann Maria's aho choice,
ltings out in sueli IminioniouR voice,
Mint sinners in Llic church rejoice,
And wish fchu'd sing till Monday.
• hen Obediah'a tenor high,
Is unsnrpiifuied beneath the sky;
Just hear him slug • sweet by-and-by,"
And you will slt lu woudur,
\\ Idle Zedekiah's bass profound,
Ooes down so low It Jars the ground,
And awakes the eciioes miles around,
Like distant rolling thunder.
Talk not to us of Pattl's fume,
Or Xlcholiid's tenor tame.
Or Carey's contralto—but a name—
Or Whiteuy's pond'rouj basso!
They sing no more like Jane Soplda,
. And Anna Maria, Obadluh,
And Zedekiah in Our oliolr,
Than cuts sing like Tomasso! i
A Touching Incident.
>/.../ . _ . . 1
"Nearly all the ornaments In
this room have a stoiy attached
to them," I said to a friend, as
shei was admiring an exquisite
little bust of Charles Dickens
that stood on top of one of the
book cases in my library.
One sonny day last Autumn,
a little Ituiian boy came along
to my door, with a basket of
plaster-of-Paris wares on his
head..
'hey were Very pretty, an d
the children almost went wild
over them, as country children
always do over any nhusual
display..
''You have no bust of Dick-
en*?" I said to the little fellow,
after I had looked over the arti-
and had bought a lovely
vale.
•eekenaif" he said, in his
f jiony. broken Engl isli, looking
led at first ; but presently
a smile broke ever his fair
« Intrusted
Wtoc, Tack,
Iford.
M in Jack
prices ranging
aor«iv $-
and
AIR S-HOP,
kpaauflwtoml to
the shortest notice.
JBsfe-*
a complete stock
ufecture Coffins on
I Hartmait.
/ 'bronzed.young face as he went
"" "Deekens busto—write
on,
dowj Je
stories—Little Nell—no." '*
Then pointing out of the win
■aid, "Snow. come I
not then. Snow all
cro away, I come again: then I
were preparing
graphs for preserving, and when
Minnie gave him a nice large
bunch which, ranniug out into
the garden, she had picked from
the trellis purposelyfor him,
|ni^Pfd?th« icationbe
showed was to I to see.
"t j intin en to obli-
offlce *
sal) and
-J®8 doaa
"w ean bo done anywhere
if you are in need of
ids, Bill Heads,
Statements,
Circulars,
binets, Posters,
Is, Dodgers,
ipps, Bali fickets,
"'fiiutc. : '
EAcalic .
All
jgfcftcy print-
notice and at
Ifcfates. *
KcLEOD'S
fm
D and SALE
, ABLE!
^wjlikwvst Cotuif Public Square,
UOXSmaiib, : . : TEXAS.
gato
as we
j bad given hiin, and liad promis-
ed us to bring the bust of Dick-
ens,
But this young Italian man
was not the same, person, al-
though he resembled him very
much, he was a good deal older.
"I haf bring ze bust of Dick-
ens to ze lady." he said bowing
as I approached him.
"But you are not the one who
was to bring it."
''No, no, lady," he replied,
very sadly; "he vas my brod-
der. He now in heafen. He
died, it vas so cold. But he
say many times, some day ze
cold snow go away, and I sal
cary ze busto of Dickens to ze
lady where ze grapes grow.
But he died, and I haf come to
cary it."
"How did you find the place!"
we asked, as we brushed away
the tear we could not snppress
at the touching little recital.
•'Oh, iie told me, my brodder,
to come by ze church wiz ze
clock, and ze yellow house and
I sal come to ze house wiz
many grape vines—one in ze
apple tree wiz ze seat under it."
"How much shall I pay. yon
for the Dickens ?" I asked as 1
handed the bust to my sister
and started to go for my port-
mc.nnaie.
"Notting, Hotting; yon speak
so kind to my little brodder,
and she,'' pointing to my sis-
ter, "did gif him ze sweet grapes
and he vas so tired and so home
sick—and he come here not
again—oh, I sal now go!" And
the the poor Itilian, with tears
streaming down his olive
cheeks, hurridly turned away.
Before we could speak a word
of comfort to him, he had re-
placed the tray upon his bead,
and trudged along alone whh
his grief.—A. A. Preston, in
Youth's Companion.
On the Bagged Edge, . •
^*Be calm," interrupted the ing his epigastric feat ,then I
cross-eyed man. soothingly,"be took the record to Schuy|ei,l
brave—keep cool, for your j who, . after enjoying a hearty j
child's sake." j laugh at tlie expense of the ho-
"Oh, what is it? what is it?" I'tel. llgnred on it with restaurant !'„«•
wailed the woman, wiklly; "I prices ns a basis, and founl
knowtit-I feared it. Tell me. that this Newport friend lead | in lll0 (;uU|.S0 „f (i,(VS ,1H lt;ul
got away with just $4 o:, worth. mid t,.IlUi w<„:k8 onthl,
Cincinnati Lnqnurr, ! honey-bee and invented hair a
dozen
"1 am
ever so much obliged to you"—
he said, the tears glistening in
his ehinitig black eyes. ' God
latfees!'' he continued,
and smiling, and'turn-
round to bow again as he
We spoke of him several times
during the Winter, and planned
idly, as we then thought, where
our prospective bust of the
great story-teller should be
placed. ; • "
-One pleasant morning in May
as I was assisting John in get-
ting my flowerbeds ready for
the bulbs ndse#ds,I heard the
latch in the door-yard gate rat-
tle, and, turning around, saw
another plaster-of-Paris vender
coming up the walk, smiling
pleasantly, as' he placed his
long tray of busts and vases
upon thl? ground.
My* thoughts immediately
flew' toi the little Italian boy
who had called the Autumn pre-
vious, and seemed so greatful
for the bucb of grapes my sis
A cross-eyed man, in a long
linen ulster and a tall hat, rang
at the bell, and when the woman
of the house opened the door
she was satisfied that he had an
eye to the spoons (the straight
eye) so she snapped:
u Well, what do you want?"
"Madam, be calm," said the
cross-eyed man in a smooth
voice. . ' ■'':-j :.7
"What forf she querried, sus-
piciously.
"Madam," said the cross-eyed
man, "have you a Child?"
"Yes, I have," replied the wo-
man; uwhat of it!"
"A little glti^* queried the
cross eyed man,
"No, a boy," replied the wo-
man.
"Of course—a boy," repeated
the cross-eyed man; "a young
boy—not very old?"
"About-that age," (replied the
woman; "what about bim?"
"Madam, do not get excited,"
pursued the cross-eyed man;
"be bifcta and calm."
"Mercy On me!" exslalmed
the woman, "what's the mat-
ter?"
"Gently, gerntly," said the
cross-eyed man in a soothing
manner, "restrain yourself. Did
not that little boy go to to play
this morditig*"
"Yes, yes,'' said the mother,
excitedly ; "what — why — is
there anything the maker?'*
"Is there not. a railroad track
crosses the next street?" quer-
ied the cross-eyed man in a sol-
emn voice.
"Yes, oh, yes," ejaculated the.
woman in great fear. Oh, tell
me what has happened, what—-'
the worst! is my child—-where i6
my darling boy?"
"Madam," replied the cross-
eyed man, gently, >'1 but this
moment saw a little boy play-
ing upon the railroad track, and
as I looked npon him, he seemed
to be—' '
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!" scream-
ed the woman wringing her
hands, "tell me the worst is
he—"
"He seemed to be daubing
himself with oil" continued the
crosseyed man, quickly draw-
ing a bottle from his pocket,
"and I have got here the best
thing in the world—Lightning
Grease Eradicator—only 25
cents a bottle, warrented—"
There was a broom standing
behind the door, and with one
blow she knocked his tall hat
over his eyes, and with another
she waved him off the steps and
thiough the gate. And as the
cross-eyed man mooved swifllp
np the street, she shook the
broom at him, looking for all
the world like an ancient God
my thology with a passion dis-
torted face and highly excited
red arms. "■>;
He Got Even.
■ • '' ... **••• •' s ..
: " T
Last evening, a tall, raw-
boned; hungry looking man,
wearing the garb of a country-
man; stepped up to the office of
the Grand Hotel, and after
"rastling" with the register, oh
which he scrawled "R. Towns-
end, Newport, ky.," he accosted
Clerk Schuyler, and "reckdne d
he'd take a bite of supper,"
throwing down a dollar on / the
counter. The money was rak-
ed in by Scuhyler, who said: -
"You'll find the dining room
On the first floor,. j ust go up
three flights of steps."
The stranger hesitated. He
glanced at the place where the
dollar was put then he looked
hard at the clerk, as if waitiug
for Something.
"Right up stairs, there, sir,"
said the clerk.
"But, ah—well, don't I get
any change back?"
"Change!"
"YeS, that was a dollar bill I
gaveyou."
"Of course. That's all right,
Tbats the regular charge for
supper." ,
"A dollar for a supper? Well
n ......
And then Mr. Townsend
broke for that supptir room with
a strange light in his eye, and u
look of firm de'termination in
hi§ face. ■. Sitting down to the
table, he wrapped his cow hide
boots around the legs of the
table and sailed in. He scoop-
ed the grnb with both bunds,
and kept it np for fully an hour
Those sitting around were soon
attracted by the novel sight and
one of the matter of fact gueBts,
thinking the mnn was eating on
a wager, kept tally, and this
was what he checked oft' on a
bill of fare- Two cups of cof-
fee, three plates of plain bread,
two plates fried mush, one plate
corn beef, one plate chicken,
one plate cold ham, two plates
loin veal, two plates broiled
beef, four plates fresh fish, two
plales fried eggs, two plates
fried potatoes, one plate baked
potatoes.
The man who "scored" dur-
No "Drone" There.
[ A Kcnth'tiiici lhin- in ilie
.northern suburbs senucd :j hive
bees, two or three weeks ago,
as a neeleus for an apiary, and
Nevada Marriage Ceremony,
A civil service marriage is
thus recorded by the Reno G'a-
zette-. Judge Richardson does
not pretend to be a parson, and
therefore isn't as well up in the
marriage ceremony as the slimy
supporters of a decaying heira-
cy are. The young couple
stood up-before him the other
day, and the judge iuquii-ed in
a cross-questioning tone to the
groom: "Are you a citizen of
the United States?" The
groom took hold of the waist-
band of his trowsers and tug-
ged sayinar: "I voted for Tilden,
judge;" "Why, James!" faintly
exclaimed the blushing crea-
tnne by his side. "It's a fact,
Emmer," protested James, In-
dignantly and glaring at the
jndge. His honor coughed, and
demanded, severely: "I.)o you,
sir, as a citizen of Nevada, and
a lawful voter of Reno, solemn-
ly declare that you will forsake
all other evils and cleave to this
one?" "I've money to bet on
it," responded, the groom, grow-
ing pale, but placing his arm
around the waist of the shrink-
ing bride. "Then," tried the
judge, bringing his fist down on
the desk, "God has . joined you
together, and damn the man
that puts you assunder. The
fee is just what you like to give,
yonng feller." It was pretty
liberal, and, the court set them
up, and kissed the new wife
several times besides.
Scene in Oourt.
The judge of one of the New
Orleans Municipal Courts set
gloomy and grand on his bench
of ermine. The prisoner occu
pied the dock, apparently meek
and downcast. She bad a mer-
ry twinkle in her eye, however,
that promised mischief, and had
the magistrate but perceived it,
he would have been more care-
ful In his questioua.
' "Hoyr many times are you
coming up here f"
"What, yef honor?" i
"How many times are you
coming before me? This is the
third time in the present week."
"Oh, no, yer honor."
"Didn't I see you here, yester-
day?" V
"Why, no, yer honor, it was
last night you seed me, in the
Concert Saloon. It was a bit of
a drink we bad together and yer
houor did beautifully, wiih
your cunning ways and saucy
jokes. Ay, yer honor's the
man for the gals; yees are
smart."
"Stop your tongue; you
can
go!
•
"Thank ye, yer honor!"
The prisoner, went out,
the
judge blushed
ence roared.
and the audi-
Shopkeeper to drummer :
'can't ffive you an order. Quite
overstocked.' 'Let me, at least,
show yotl my samples." Shop-
keeper: 'Spare yourself the
trouble. I can't look at tlietn.'
'Then will you allow me to look
at them myself? Its been three
weeks since I have seen them,'
"ft is not work, but tin-
we want,' say the trump*.
patented hives. Tim
other forenoon a man called :u
the house on business and was
informed by the wife that her
husband was out inspecting the
bees.
"Is lie taking up honex ?" in-
quired the man.
"Oh, no—lie's looking to s« e
if tneieare any drones in the
hive." .■
At that instant both were,
startled by a seiies of whoops
and yells; ani the husband
came around the cornel- of the
house, on the jump, his hat
striking the air on all sides of
him'. Ho rushed through the
currant bushes and. back, rolled
over on the crass and lit out for
the barn, and the amazed wife
shaded her eyes from the Sun
as she looked after him and con-
tinued. in a disappointed tone:
"But I dont belive that he
found a single drone by the way
they stick to him."
A Child's Logic.
"Dad," said a hopeful sprig,
"how many fowl are* there ou
the table?"
"Why," said the old gen tie-
manly, as he looked on the tine
roasted chickens, that Were smo-
king on the dinner table, "why
my son, there are two."
"Two?" replied the yonng
smartness. "There are three
and I'll prove it."
"Three!" replied the old gen-
tleman, who/was a plain, mat-
ter of fact man, and understood
things as lie sa<v theiu,'T,d like
to have you prove that."
"Easily done. Old Hosts—
easily done sir. <Ain't that
one, sir?" laying hit' knife ou
the Hrst. V. ' -
•'Yes, that's certain said,dad.
"Ain't that two?" pointing to
the secondhand don't two and
one make three?" :
"Really!" said the father,-
turning to the lady, who was iu
amazement at the ienrning of
her son," really wife, this boy
is a genius. and deserves to bo
encouraged for it. Here, old
lady, yon take one fowl, and
'Old JIoss' will take the second,
and John shall have the third."
Sir Wilfred Lawson, at an ag-
ricultural dinner in Cumberland
recently, told a good story illus-
trating the effects of hard times
on farmers. "One Scotch farm-
er had determined iu spite of
iho hard linn *, to pay his rent
if it were his last shilling, and
•saying to the factor who receiv -
ed it, "It is my last shilling." he
threw down a role <>f notes.
The .factor counted them, and
said, 'There &*,(f ,0° much.'
'Odds man,1 said the farmer. 'I
put my hands in the vuong
bunch.'
me
where Mr
"('an you tell
Smith lives .siii"
"Smith—Smith—what Smith?
There aie a good many by that
j name iu these part.". My ""
j is Smith."
"Why, I don't know h.s ioii.t r
jnunii': t^ut le V a sctir. <-i-i^w,
jciai.il ed s-oi t i f ii 1 ' ,
they mil liit'i 't*rul> Siuitli."
I "Oh, 1 s'pose 1'tu the nia:
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Robson, G. W. The Frontier Echo (Jacksboro, Tex.), Vol. 4, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, October 25, 1878, newspaper, October 25, 1878; Jacksboro, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth233921/m1/1/: accessed May 5, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.