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VOL. 2.
A Newspaper For The Whole Peoplt Of Tht South Plaint Of Text.
CROSBYTON, CROSBY COUNTY. TEXAS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 3,1910.
Great Authors and Books as Educators
By J. W. BURTON
(♦A continuance of the Story of Romola)
One morning while crossing
the square Tito met a monk newly
arrived fn,m Sicily, who handed
to him a message from Baldas-
sane saying that he was held a
slave and that the gems alone
would ransom him. Tito's ter-
ror was increased bv the discov-
ery that the monk wasRomoia's
brother. But this brother was
sick unto death and Tito's only
hope was that fhe brother did
not know the contents of the
message, or that if he did death
would carry him off before he
could make disclosure to Romola.
Tito slept little that night, his
death fell on all, and his friends
stared at him in wonder. Bald-
assane stepped forward and said,
"There is a man here who is a
scoundrel, a liar, a. robber, . I
took him from beggary when
he was a child. I reared him, I
taught him, I made him a scholar.
Shipwrecked he left me in slavery
he sold my gems and when I
came he denied me." The ex-
citement was too much for
Baldassane, broken hearted, his
mind alsD snapped, and the ser
vants led him away, a muttering I manner were of h(Tavail.
money than the sale of the li-
brary brought him, he deliber-
ately went to the heads of the*
government and sold that uncle's
life for gold. He then prepared
for flight. When the morning
came Tito descended the steps
looking nearly as brilliant as the
day jfie had crossed that threshold
to meet Romola. The thought
that his old life with its secret
terrors was to be cast off and he
was about to entej? a new one
gave him a strange excitement.
Hurrying to leave the town he
found the bridges filled with
rioters, whom he recognized as
friends of those whom he had
betrayed. When they saw his
face they rushed upon him. His
beautiful smile and charmit.g
Plain-
was indeed an uneasy conscience iman and commiserated with him
he dreaded the coming of the!
morn, when he would have to
face Romola who was nursing
her sick brother through the
night. But morning came at
last and with it the news- that
the monk was dead, and dying
had revealed nothing. Tito was
free again. It had seemed as
though the sword of Damocles
bad been suspended above him
and that any moment the thread
of his happiness might be cut.
When he found the monk was
dead and that Romola knew no-
thing of his infamy, he put away
at once all fear.
The days swept on for Tito,
each one bringing something new
into his life and broadening his
circle of what might have been
usefulness; but a keen observer
would have seen that his beauti-
ful body was a velvet sheath that
concealed the black heart of a
scoundrel.
One day as he was making his
imbecile. Tito's friends gather-, ly death was at hand. His hat
ed around the frightened young ' was off, his mantel torn in shreds.
Suddenly Tito drew forth his
purse and scattering the contents
took advantage of the open space
that he, so good and virtuous,
should be the object of such a
base attack.
This last occurrence was too
much for Tito; he was becoming
habitually terror stricken, so he
decided to leave the city of his
hopes and aspirations. ' He was
now willing to give up that town
that had previously meant so
much to him; he would have,
given up anything to escape the
fury of his father's wrath. But
flight meant increased expend-
itures, and his careless way of
living had lowered his finances.
Then his now thoroughly villain-
ous mind brought into play all
thus created made his way to the
side of the bridge and leaped into
the Arno below. Once before
his fine swimming had saved his
life. Diving under the water
the youth hoped that the crowd
would think him drowned. On
and on he swam, parsing one
bridge after another, coming to
the surface just often enough to
keep from suffocating, until he
reached the outskirts of the city.
Excitement had spent his
strength and he had just enough thg overtaxed mother9
energy to reach the shore. Tito
thought he was alone, thought
GERMANY'S
ENVOY
UNITED STATES
§
Count Johann Henrich von Bernstorff in an address In Philadelphia, said
the world policy of the German empire is purely commercial and without any
territorial ambitions or deep-seated designs against other states.
way into the center of an excitecT lasting monument to his scholar-
crowd he suddenly found himself
face to face with his adopted
father. The two men glared at
each other, silent as death.
Baldassanne's face was full of
N^ury, Tito's lips were bloodless
and trembling. Instead of run-
ning to his father aud taking
him in his arms and confessing
his wickedness and weakness
Tito said in answer to an inquiry
of a police officer, "This is some
madman surely." Transfixed by
that sentence Baldassane started
with pain, and magical passion
seemed to leap from his eyes and
dart into the very veins of Tito.
But when the old man was gone
he quickly recovered his outward
composure and excusing himself
to thbse that knew him plunged
into a secluded street. What
should he do? His father in
Florence! Could anything have
happened to him worse. His
father seemed to him the incar-
nation of vengence. His con-
science was so deadened that he
did not think of seeking out the
old man and telling him the truth
and asking his forgiveness. So
he went his way, a creature of
horrible dreams and frightful
waking hours.
r One evening Tito was the
guest of honor at the palace of
the highest noblemSfftfT Florence.
Atlhe_moment when the festive
ties were at their height Baldas-
its craftiness; he bethought him- j he had escaped from the mob.
self of the valuable library he j But one
had promised his father-in-law j eyes than
to keep forever injact. It had
been the ambition of the old
scholar to have the municipality
so arrange that this collection of
books might be kept together in
the city of Florence as an ever-
ship and perseverance and as a
source of education for the com-
ing generations. Tito cared lit-
tle for that and went to Romola
and tried to excuse himself by
saying that the library would be
worth more if it were scattered
in the different cities of teaming.
She argued against this and in-
sisted they should not be sold,
but an hour later she learned
that they had been sold to the
Duke of Milam. In that moment
the rich, warm blood in her veins
turned to molten steel. Her love,
too, died forever and affection
was succeeded by hatred and
contempt. When the morning
dawned over the city the young
wife knew that her life that had
seemed a beauteous temple for
happiness and peace had become
a/ujned heap. He who had en-
tered a life as an angel of light,
now stood forth a demon, clothed
with shame and infamy.
And now thi3 man who had be-
come a traitor -to his home, be-
comes a traitor to his country.
The youth who at the |6uts^
would have stepped asfde-^riam
the Ipath lest he hurt a young
bird was now capable of treading
the breath out of a smiling child
,for his own safety. He decided
to abandon Romola, leave the
city and seek his fortune else-
where. He was ariose confidant
Helping Mother
Girls, what are y|)u doing to help
your mothers? There are many
households where the older girls
might assume a large share of the
burdens of housekeeping and
lighten in many ways the labor of
It seems
as if the young girls of the present
day are almost too much absorbed
i in becoming accomplished parlor
! ornaments to descend to anything
I so menial as cleaning up a room,
making beds and arranging table,
and yet what more useful knowl-
edge could be attained or what
accomplishment could be admired
in any girl as the desire and
willingness to lighten a poor
mother,s cares and toils? Many
a young woman sits and reads
Tennyson, or spends hours at her
piano or organ or painting, while
her mother is doing the entire
work of the frmily. There is a
time for all things; Tennyson,
person, with keener
those who struggled
on the bridge for the gold he
scattered before them, had seen
that plunge into the river: this
person was Baldassane. He had
run along the river bank keep-
ing pace with Tito as he swam,
and now as he staggered up the
bank the old man sprang upon
him and bore the * tired youth to
the ground clutching his thr.oat
with th£ grip of death.
Some day's afterwards a passer-
by came upon a strange scene;
he found old Baldassane with! music and art are good in
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of Romola
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his fingers clutched about Tito's
neck in a grasp that could not be
undone. There lay the two,
both dead, now united/by hate
and vengence as once by love.
Since that far off time centuries
have come and gone; the people
of those days have passed into
dust, the old castles are in ruins;
but we are living now just as
they did then, the same pleasures
and joys fill our lives; the same
envies arid jealousies still exist;
the same evils threaten our hap-
piness. The world has grown
<ilder and wiser, but man in
many things is still an infant.
No one can read the story of
this young man and no.t see and
feel the reason of his fall. Such
a book should teach one not to
deviate even in the slightest de-
gree from the path of truth and
honor, "for we may not see or
realize our digressions until too
.....
too Ia|p, and then, like Tjto, not
have the strength of character
thei r place and we would not have
you suppose we desire you to do
otherwise than enjoy them, but
help mother first.
Bad Manners
Perhaps there is nothing more
exasperating when one attends
church or opera or jiome exhibk
tion than to get a couple who'
whisper and talk while services
or shows are in progress. Those
who are guilty of such unpardon-
able, reprehensiable conduct
may be blameless on the theory
that they^Jo not know better, for
their refined sensibilites have not
been developed. The prime ob-
ject in attending any function is
to listen to the story that i§ to
be unfolded from the pulpit, the
rostum, or. the stage, and of
course a private conversation
carried on by illmannered per-
sons is not contributing in any
way to the evening, entertain-
ment. But there are rude peo-
Stamford Wants An
Extension Of R. I.
Committee in Fort Worth Today
Conferring with President
Mudge of the Road
Fort Worth, jan. 26.— Mayor
L M. Rule and Homer D. Wade of
Stsmford are here to day in con-
ference with President
H.U. Mudge of the Rock "Island
Railroad in an effort to secure an
extensin of that read from Gra-
ham to Stamford
The two men from Stamford
state that they are prepared to pay
a large cash bonus to get the road
and want the extension immed-
iately. President Mudge an^
anounced that the Rock Island has
always intended going into Stam-
ford from Graham but as yet he
does not know at what date they
will make the extension. Stam-
ford is very anxious to secure the
road immediatey and it is under-
stood that they have made such
an attractive offer that the com-
pany will probablyVlecide to build
at once. Mudge says that he will
take the matter up with other
officers of the company.
—Abilene Reporter
Meat Boycott Effective
Tulsa, Ok., Jan. 30.—The meat
boycott recommended by the Al-
lied Trades Council last Monday
night is having its effect.
Packers local markets have an-
nounced a reduction in the .price
of pork 2c per pound. The pack-
ers haven,t cut the price of beef.
But a number of retailers—have.
In several boarding houses all
the boarbers are abastaining
from eating meat Butter went
off 5c a pound today.
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weifeted on the public Scales in
Crosby ton the mounth of Jan-
uary That shows that some stuff
is still coming to the New-baby
and still time ggsriffir-^atch
^ arid you will have
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