The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 8, Ed. 1 Friday, March 17, 1922 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER XVI I.-—Continued.
"Would yon hove believed him?" I.
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, "It'd a-been.a question of vee-racity,
V ;V hiily
1 ' At this, %Mid#v who had been eat-
it man hah' :
I Vitus word.'
i ' "I reckon yon can't pet- at them
up, Slnniiif, hut it .vou
.. • « 'hn >•! i i ullerton just
unit U\r ii-- th<> law .'!! allow, I'm
. >in* to cull ye r
At that moment Jeanie had just
heaping plate of
!ie luscious corn cnk-w. and i was
dng at hfcF-; when I replied.
*' tilt
- first thin;; to do
.>1(1 Cinnabar in shape to
some money. I'm broke,
-'. ... - .'
Emission, Beaa-
thej last- man1 in the
come, I should have
. ./ ..
;" ifrThKYT yeni;'
oil ain't so dad-bfamed crazy
and act," he remarked,
what talks. Are you aifnin'
-to swing onto this thing with your own
hands ?~-fbr-keeps, I mean; not to sell
That's about rhe easiest tnl'ng this side
" with a mine like the old
Cinnabar—with no more water in t
llian what can b/ nunmed out—to back
you. 1 reckon your title to the prop-
erty's all right, ain't it?"
"It If ; I have a deed from my grand-
father." Ho much I said, but I didn't -be- nsi. the <-ii.se against
go on to explain how the quick wit of
a girl who now hated me hud saved
that, deed from being a mere scrap of
waste, paper. Not that I knew how
she had done It—but the tangible fact
was safely in my pocket-. •
Fifteen minutes after tills break-
fast table talk- I was bidding a tem-
porary good-by to the wreck on the
the road to Atropia with 'Beasley;
both of ur> in l catching a way-
freight to Angels. Daddy had lent me
the piebald pony for the ride to the
railroad station—this either with or
without Jennie's consent; I didn't
know aijd forbore to ask—and the
harlequin-faced dog was; ready to trot
at the-
heel sr. Bnt the-bitteHt>yed-
and when I did so, he' save me a
shrewd look out of the-cool gray eyes,
with a gentle uplifting of the shaggy
brows." "If you are determined to -let
Bullerton' go, all you have to do is to
do nothing. Ii' you don't appear in
Copah to prosecute hi. .vouid-
tliein will be d, as a mutter of
course. But really, you know, you
ought to make an example of them."
"In the circumstances, I can't." I
returned, so we let It go at that ; and
an hour later Beasley and I were on
our way back to Atropia antfjCinp,a-
bar mountain.
— CHAPTER XX.
Cousin Percy Wires,
It wa:; - . ' -'evening of the fourth
day's absence that Beasley aud .1 left
the traiu at Atropia and took the
mountain trail in reverse for a return
to the high bench on Old Cinnabar,
begin on the woman 1 loved,
and yet the only way if I-was t o «o' on
remcniber&g- that she belonged to an-
other nitiir. . "We can at least be good
friends, Can't we?J'
"No," sh a queer lit-
tle-twist of her pretty lips and a flash
of the blue eyes, '!I'm afraid, we can't
those—any more, Sir.
.Broughton."
It was awkward for both of us,
standing there before the open cabin
■door, And I pointed to the bench where
Daddy Hiram was wont to smoke his
evening pipe in good weather.
"Won't you sit down until we can
sort of Hull it out?" I begged.
- - "It's tvo u:-t.-, wi'.-uov: r, ' she object-
ed ; nevertheless. she did sit down and
let me sit beside her.
"I know just how distressed you
must be," I began, "and perhaps I can
lift a bit of the load from your shoul-
ders. There will be no legal steps
taken against your—against Charles
Buliertnn.-"" . ■ *
^ ^'iTJijUtk-ycHi^Lshe said ; justas-shor-t-
as. that. .
Ann that isn't all." I went jm. ^Ait-
temper," :
"I know," she nodded.
HnL.
pie Creelc, He was acquitted on
plea of self-defense, go I didn't dare
say anything to you or to Daddy.
"What T did was to steal your deed
myself, when I had a chance. Dactdy
•hast some blank forms, jngt like it, and
i'sai up one night in my'rodm and
made a copy. It wasn't a very. good
copy—your firandialher's handwriting
.was awfully hard to Imitate.. Besides,
X didn!t have any notarial seal. But
I. thought it might do for—for some-
thing to be stolen. Then I hid the
real dead and put the copy back in
the-envelope in your pocket."
"And Bullerton Anally stole it, just
as you thought he would," I put in.
"He did. You are dreadfully care-
less with your things; you are al-
ways leaving your "coat around, lust
where you happen to take ii off. I
knew then that the next thing to be
done was to got your deed recorded
quickly. He—he was urging me every
day to run away with him. and I was
afraid to tell him how much I despised
him; afraid he'd lake St out on you
and Daddy. So I Just let him go on
and talk -and believe what he pleased.
Of course, he wanted to ride with me
the morning we went away, hut after
we got down the road a piece, I made
an excuse to go on ahead by another
trail."
"That much of what he told your
father and me—when we were having
the scrap—was true. He said you
went on ahead."
to "kiss you." :' . - '
"Is-is it quite rike
mind me of. it?" she inqi
fully.
"It wouldn't be—in oi
be'
listen, Jeanie; haven't you been
clear through, sometimes, In r
a story, to have a coincidence
on you when you knew perfectly
that the thing couldn't possibly- hav-
happened so pat in the nick of time?"
■ "I suppose I have; yes."
"Well, "don't ever let it disturb you
again. Because the real thing la a.lot v- -
more wonderful and unbelievable^,:you.
know, Listen to this; It's a wire from ,
my cousin, Percy ; the one who sent '
me Out into the wide, wide world J*-.-
look for a girl, a horse and a dog. anil
who is the only human being outaid* -
,9f JSolOrAdo who knows wh^rei I am
likely to be reached by telegraph. H$
■fe in Boston, and this is what he says:
j-yReealled—home when we - reacheit-
I Honolulu, iard~tT
were married today. Congratulate
us.'/' ; 1
For a minute there was a breathies*
sort of paii.se. aud I broke it.
"Jeanie, dear, was it Just common
honesty and good faith that made you
take ail these chances, with the deed, -
and with Bullerton?" _. _
-pony*s-
maiden had shut herself up in her
room, and I thought she wasn't going
KS
first set o' pilnin' sharps
' tlmt comes along?"
'Sure!—you said it; I'm going to
keep it and work it—after I get out
«i! the jail where you're going to
land me for pinching that inspection
car and getting it smashed. Why
ilidfolded'to hunt
for a girl, a horse and a dog?"
He let the latter half of iny reply
■ -o without comment; charging it up
to some last lingering remains of the
-craziness, perhaps. ; 7; •,
> about
•crack your whip first," .he invited.
"That part of it is easy," I laughed.
"What I don't know about the prac-
tical end of the mining job would load
« wagon, 'Til pitch out and" hunt me
up a real, for-sure miner, of course."
"Nothin' so awfully crazy about
that," he granted. Then: "What's the
matter with Hi Twombly, here,- for
your boss miner?"
"Not a thing in the wide world-
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going to be my partner in the deal.".
"Now you're talkin' a whole heap
alike a white man," said the desperado-'
Ish one. "Dog-goned if 1 don't h'lieve
you are white! What do you say to
■ivin* me a whack at the bossin'
Job?""- --. ■ '.'
I took Just one little glance at Dad-
dy, and the mild blue eyes "Ssaid "yes."
"But you've got me under arrest,
Mr. Beasley," I pointed out, just to
he'd say. "Yon can't very
v.-cii close a business deal with your
prisoner, can you?"
"Kill two 'r three birds with the one
oek." v^h j mumbled, cramming the
half of his breakfast-linislilng
-corn cake into his capacious mouth.
•Til chase you down to Angels and
turn you over to the majesty o' the
1—the same- hein- by -name- old
fSquire Dubbin. Then I'll jump my
job o' sortin' out the bad angels from
imongst the good angels and go out
ind rustle your hail. Time old Bill
abbin's chewin* over the law in sicli
'to 'eonie out and see me off. .
At the final moment, however, after
Beasley had already steered his' nag
across the dump bead, and I was
about to ..climb into my "saddle, she
came to the cabin door, and was both
and
bit
curiously embarrassed
breathless.
"Please!—one minute!" she begged;
and as I took my foot out of the stir-
rup: "Do you know what they have
done with—with—"
: "With Bullerton?" I helped out.
"No, I don't know; but I suppose
they've taken him on to the county
seat at Copah with, the others."
"Then—then—please let, him go! If
you refuse to prosecute—"
^fak.g .yourselX entirely "easy," !
-lirbke ifi; |'a''bit- sourly, niaybe. "I'll
agree not to play the part of the dog
in the maiiger." ■; ^ ;f
"Thank you—so much!" she mur-
mured; and then she backed away
quickly and went In and oq through
to the kitchen, leaving me to follow
Beasley, which I did, With the sour
humor telling me that of all the puz-
zling, unaccountable things in a world
of enigmas, a woman's vagaries'were*
all was said and'done, and after all
that had happened and been made to
happen, It seemed to be palpably ap-
parent that Jeanie Twombly was still
in love with the jeet. ;
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ound to do——I'll scrape up a bunch o*
n and start 'cm tip hereaways to
egin on the repairs. How does all
but strike you?"
11 my laugh was a bit grim-there
ras a warrant for ft. *
"It strikes we fair- In «tli£,,#8>pty
K-kelfey - g( od Ifrlend," i lold" hfm,
ubt'^d this present moment" "T
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CHAPTER X1X.
Angels, Desert and- Urban.
Our jstop-over in Angels, Friend
Beasley's aud mine, was of the short-
est. Oiir business with Father Wil-
liam 'Dubbin was the merest travesty
upon a trial at law, and was speedily
concluded.
SinCe there would be no passenger
train until afternoon, Beasiejr and 1
resumed our places in the freight's
caboose, and in due time were set
down in. Brewster, the breezy little
metropolis of Tiinanyoni I'ark.
Here my captor—and friend—ap-
peared to be very much at home. He
took jne to the best hotel, where he
was greeted with affectionate cama-
raderie by a clerk who wore a dia-
mond big-enrengh-to-scrve for a low—
motive headlight, shook hands with,
and introduced me to, a number of
gentlemen in thev lobby, and presently
gave me orders to go up to our rooms
and "take a wash," preparatory to
meeting a certain friend of his at
luncheon ; the meeting contingent upon
his being able to "round up" the friend
In time for the feast.
It still wanted a half-hour of the
appointed luncheon time when I de-
scended to the .lobby. - A- -little before
one o'clock Beasley came in with a
middle-aged man who looked as if he
-might have been the retired manager
of a Wild West show; not long-haired,
or anything like that, but with the
cool eye and bronzed, weather-beaten
face of one who lived, under house
roofs only when circumstances forced
him to. A moment later I was shak-
ing hands with Mr. William Starlnlck,
mine owner, ranchman, a director in
the Brewster National bank, president
of the Brewster Commercial club and
the prime mover In. a lot of . -
activities too numerous to mention.
I may pass lightly over the events
of the. three days following; days in
which Mr. William Starbuck, who
seemed to be known to all' the old-
timers in Brewster as "Billy," and to
the younger generation as "Uncle Bil-
ly," labored untiringly In my behalf;
procured me the necessary working
credit at the Brewr.tcr National;
helped me in-the telegraphic ordering
of new machinery, helped Beasley to
rustle tip a small arm; ' :hanlcs
-to go ahead of ub ta the Cinnabar,
aud last, but not least, made my peace
with the railroad company in the mat-
ter of . and smashed inspec-
tion car; tt thing wh
was easily able to do because he was
-the brother-in-law, once removed,-of
the Mulx.rt, ' " 'sident
and general manager. -
On _
i - K'.'l ' ~r<- • <' ' ■ 'i"- ' " " " , = r"5'I
inK the tndicfme&t agalnst Bullerton. rwhich. l confeaa ""kI3 Jv
er we get into the ore and pate som®^
real money to sliow for It, I'm going
to -make over a sliare In the Cinnabar
to your father and put him in a posi-
tion to do the right thing by you when
you marry. And he'll do It; you know
"Now You're Talking Like a
Man."
Whit©
Beasley riding a borrowed horse, and
I the calico, pony, which Daddy Hiram
had sent down to the station by one of
the newly imported*' workmen.
Just as we were leaving the rail-
road station Buddy Fuller, the opera-
tor, ran out to hand me a telegram.
Since it was too dark to see to read it,
and I supposed, naturally, that lit was
nothing more important than a bid
from some machinery firm anxious to
supply our needs, I thought it might
wait, stuck it into my pocket—and
promptly forgot it.
Our talk, as we rode together up the
now- familiar trail, was chiefly of busi-
ness; the business of reopening the
mi« e ;--and. 4t - was-n<)t nn t i I we-^were
Hearing Our destination that the ex-
marshal said:
"Still stickin' in your craw that you
ain't a-goin' to pop the whip at Charley
Bullerton?"
he'll do It." ~
"How kind!;" she murmured, look-
ing straight out in front of her,
"It isn't kindness; its bare justice.
Between you, you two have saved my
legacy for me."
"I wish, now, it hadn't been saved I"
she. exclaimed, as vindictively as you
please.
Truly, I thought, the ways of women
are past finding out; or at least the
way of a maid with a man is.
"Can't I say anything at all without
putting my foot'Thto it?" T~asked in
despair. "You break a man's back
with a load of obligation one day, and
toss him lightly out of your young life
the next! I haven't done anything to
earn your—to earn the back of your
hand, Jeanie; or if I have, 1 don't"
know what it is." * ."
"You have committed the unpardon-
able sin," she accused coolly. "I don't
wonder that Miss Randlfc took your
ring off." \ •'
1 svasnif goingro let tlie talk: shift
to Llsette; not If I knew it, and could
help It.- _r.
"What is the unpardonable sin?" I
asked.
"To misunderstand: to think a per-
son capable Of a thing when ii person
is not; to—just take it for granted
that a person is guilty—oh"—with a
little stamp of her foot:—"I can't bear
to talk about it!"
I guess it's a part of a man's equip-
ment to be dense and sort of stupid—
in his ..dealings with women, ! mean.
Slowly, so slowly that I thought the'
catch would never snap and hold, my
/ool mind crept-back along the line,
searching blindly* for the point at
which all this fiery indignation toward
>nie hsuf bogmr; back and still back to
that "moment of our deliverance—
door, with this dear girl untwisting her
aims from her father's rieck^ and with
me saying, "I'm not hurt, either. Wel-
come home, Miss Twombly—or should
I say. Mrs. Bullerton?"
"I didn't go to Atropia, as he ex-
pected me to," she continued calmly,
"rtooktheold-^
the mountain to Greaser siding. I
knew that the Copah train would stop
there on the side-track. When I got
as far as the Haversack I thought I
heard somebody following me. I was
scared and didn't know what to do. T
"It is," I answered,
"Well, now, why not?"
"Principally because I have promised
somebody that I- wouldn't prosecute."
"Not Hi Twombly ; he'd never ast
you to do anything like that."
"No ; not Daddy Hiram."
He didn't press the matter any
further, and we rode on in silence. As
we approached the neighborhood of
the mine, evidences of the forthputtlng
activities began to manifest them-
selves.- - _ -, „.JL
Daddy Hiram met us at the door of
his newly repaired cabin across th^j
dump head and insisted upon taking
care of the horses. Beasley and I
washed us at the outdoor, benclwind-
basln layjiitory; and when we went In,
Jeanie had supper ready for us.
She didn't sit at table with us—
from which I argued that she and her
father had already eaten—and I
thought she purposely avoided me;
avoided meeting my eye, at least. I
didn't wonder at It. Her position, as
I had it figured out, was rather awk-
wardly. anomalous. By this time, I
had fully convinced myself that she
was in love with Bullerton, and was
probably engaged to be married—to
him; and that It was only her native
honesty that had driven her to take-
sides against him in the struggle for
the Cinnabar, prompting her t;> do the
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farlotis rjf-h head--namely,
the re-
Knowing nothing but hnrd work,
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well pumps himself, or rather, taking.
the night shift on them; ar-d about fen
o'clock. Just as I had made vp my mind
to go to bed and let the repairing ac-
I saw'
.Tenuis.going- over to J^boller shed
with n pot of freshly made coffee for
her father. Here was my chance, I
thought; so I waited and cornered her
"Jeanie!" I gasped; "do you mean
that you're not going to marry Charles
Bullerton?—that you never meant to?"
'..".."Of course, I'm not!" she retorted,
with a savage little out-thrust of the
adorable chin. "But you thought so
small of me that you simply took it
for granted!"
I wagged my head in deepest lro-
- "I'm as the dust under your pretty
feet, Jeanie; please don't trample me
top hard. Bnllerton—that Is—er—we
had a scrap the next morning after
you went away, you know, and T . . .
well, he rather got the worst of It.
And when I had him down and was
trying to make him tell us where you
were—even your father thought you'd
gone off with him—lie said you'd
planned to go with him to get mar-
ried. but that you had failed to show-
up at Atropia In time for the traifi."
"He told a lie. because that Is the
way he is made and he couldn't help
It," she said simply, still as cool as
a cucumber. "He said we were going
to Angels to get married, otpd I—I
didn't say we weren't; I just let him
talk and didn't say anything at all."
"Won't you tell me' a hit more?" I
begged. i
"You don't deserve If the least lit-
tle hit., but i will. It began with the
,'o'n ;U -t 'the mine. One
day, when you were over nt the shaff-
honser and had left yotir coat here in
the cabin, I saw him take the deed
from your 1 ' know
■ I was looking. -;nd put il
back <n ■ -u lie h ar<l me .stir-
,i the-other room. . I knew It
hadn't bcCn recorded; you and Daddy
had-both spoken of that. I felt sure
he'd take it again, and perhaps de-
stroy It. At first, I thought I'd tell
>flH~or Daddy, or both of yon. But I
knew that would mean trouble."
"We, were, never very far from the
was afraid my copying- of the deed had
been discovered and that the original
would be taken away from me, so I
hurried to hide the real deed The
old Haversack tunnel seemed to be a
good place, but while I was in there
Barney began to bark, and I looked
out and saw' that the noise I had heard
had been made by a stray cow from
one of the foothill ranches. So I re-
mounted and rode on to catch the
train to Copah. At Oreuser siding I
tried to make Barney lead the .pony
home, arid Barney tried his best to do
it. But Winkle wanted to graze, and
I hail to go off and leave them when
the train came. - That's all, I think;
except that I had..to wait two days fit
my cousin's in Copah before I could
get, tlie deed hack from the record-
er's office. They were awfully slow
about It."
"It Isn't quite all,™ I amended. "You
haven't told me how you happened to
icoiHe=l>afik with--Beasley:andi-his;t;
posse." ^
"That was just a coincidence. I
reached Atropia on tl;e early morning
train and met Mr. Beasley arid his
men just as they were starting up the
mountain. Cousin Buddy • Fuller had
told me how he had telegraphed to
Angels for Mr. Beasley, and I was
scared to death, of course, because I
'knew what it meant. So I borrowed
the Baggertys' pony and came along
with the posse."
1 There was silence for a little time;
such silence as the clattering and
hammering of the carpenters and
steam-filters-permitted.- Then I said:
"And when you got here, the first
fhijig I did was to call you 'Mrs. Bul-
lerton'. I don't; blame you for not be-
ing able to forgive me, Jeanie, girl;
honestly, I .don't.
"It was Worse than a crime." she
averred solemnly; "it was a blunder!
What made you do it?"
* "Partly because I was a jealous
fool;" but mostly because I was sore
«ttdrsnrry and disappointed. I thought
"Bullerton had beaten me to it."
"No," she said quite soberly; "it
was ,Miss Itandle who beat you to it."
I gasped; There, were tremendous
possibilities In that cool answer1 of
hers; prodigious possibilities.
"But say!" I Burst out; "didn't I
tell you that Lisette liaii pushed me
overboard long- ago?"
"I know. She was sensible enough
to see that you and she couldn't live
on nothing a year. But now that von
are rich, or are going to toe*.";. I'm
sure yon are not going to be less gem
erous than she was. What if she. did
take your ring off in a moment of dis-
couragement, and knowing that you
couldn't buy her hats? You can be
very sure she put it on again as soon
as your back was turned."
There we were ; no sooner over one
hurdle before another and a higher
one must Jump up. I groaned and
thrust my hands into my pockets. A
paper rustled and I drew it,, out If
was the telegram Buddy Fuller had
handed me, still unread. I opened it
"Yes, I'm commonly honest'" said,
the small voice at my shoulder:
"Bullerton i.. a shrewd, smart .
low," I went on. "I'll venture to say
that he never made such a bonehead
break as I did the morning you came
back. You must think something of
him or you wouldn't have asked ma
notnto Prosecute him for trying to
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murder your father and me."
She looked down at her pretty feet,
which were crossed.
"I think—a little something—of my-
self," she said, with small breath-
catchings between the words. "I owed
myself that much, don't you think? If
I didn't deceive him outright, I'm
afraid I did let him deceive himself.
So that m$ide me responsible, in a way,
and I couldn't let you send him to jail,
could I?" - — - • . ^ .
i "But what about me? Are you go-
ing to send me to a worse place than
any jail?—for that Is what tlie wholq
#Jde world is going to be to me wltlii
out you, Jeanie, dear."
Her answer was just like her : Sha
turned and put up her face to me and
said, "Kls8:-me-agaln, StannleA- And
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"Let's Have It jOut, Jeanie," I Said
though all the carpenters on the Jo|
were looking 011, as I suppose thej
were, by this time, I took her in mj
arms.
It was >1 short spasm; It sort of ha4
to be in the public circumstance^
When it Was' over, I folded "Pfercy'-I-
telegram, took out my pencil, and witS
tlie dear girl looking on, printed mj
reply 011 what .was left of the messagf
blank. This is what I said : ,
"The same to you. , Have found th«
G., the H. and the IX,' and Miss Jeani<
Twombly and I are to be married as
soon as we can find a minister, inci-
dentally, I have learned how. to work
Hope It will be a comfort to you, tf
Grandfather Jasper—if he is where hr
can hear of It—and to all concerned.
%. 1 M IF,."
[THE END.]
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START BANK ACCOUNT FOR BABY
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The: weekly deposit of $1 at 4; pet
Recommended ae the Surest Foiinda-
tlon That Can Be Laid for a , _
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What are you our baby's
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account for your baby?
These art question;! that .should bo
given a thought by every parent, writes
Cecelia Anthony in Thrift Magazine.
, Many newly born babes are pre-
sented with gift'i In the form of money.
Why not Start an account for the baby
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Instead of using the money 1
K'M'1 nn«rTiHi"niiiniWi triiiT-in)n^-nTpmx-TmMir)Hjiyn-Tminrmm --r--jr ii«iliiiNi|iii||-fiinii liiipi|i|iiiifiiii|iiiiiiiif«i)ii|iiiliiiiH
to ?63S.04; tn fifteen years. .$1,075.7,^
and In twenty years, $1,601.S(3. It'4 /'
deposit 6f $3 is made regularly everj
week for ten years the Child wilt hat*
in Its taror th^Sum of^$ltttMi ; iirllf,
teen years the amount will be
and ln twenty years $5.378.75.
- Of course, as -the child grows <
he Or she will save jthe pennies,
and dimes, and help toward the
weekly deposit, which "
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Buck, James T. The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 8, Ed. 1 Friday, March 17, 1922, newspaper, March 17, 1922; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth242620/m1/3/: accessed April 27, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Crosby County Public Library.