The Fairfield Recorder. (Fairfield, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 34, Ed. 1 Friday, May 13, 1904 Page: 4 of 4
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Alls Fair
By W. H. OSBORNE
...Copyright, 191X1, by T. C, McClur,...
Miss B>tty Bennington whs a bit too
young ami a bit too buoyant and sbe
bad had too many chances to think
too seriously of marrying. She had led
the youth of Frankfort Plains a merry
chaste There was not perhaps u man.
an eligible man, who had not mado
love to her or who had not attempted
It Hut she had led them ou and then
had sent them off They went,
'll,,."re was too much humor In Miss
1 idly, too much of wit and laughter,
to make them essay a second time pro-
posal. One by one they stood rejected.
Mss Betty would merely toss her
youthful bead and laugh and lnugh
and laugh.
Two of them, however, would not
down. Mr. John Masterson was one,
: nd Tommy Mct’lenalian was the oth-
■r. Masterson clung to her with a
bulldog tenacity. He did it because he
had many of the characteristics of the
bulldog. Miss Betty would laugh at
Masterson until he began to growl, and
th( a she would watch him rage and
storm with wide open eyes.
■ Do that again,” she would suggest,
amt Masterson would do It He could
not help it. lie gnashed his teeth with
•rage. But lie always came hack.
Tommy MctTcaaliaii didn't cling to
Miss Betty He simply followed her
about, watching her with frank, hon-
es; eyes. They walked the tields one
day, and M-iss Betty, in a spirit of mis-
chief, ran away from Tommy. She
hadn't u ghost of a show at that, but
Tommy let her run until she was well
tired oui; (lien with that easy spurt of
his, which lias won him medal after
mi dal in collegiate games, lie sprang to
her side and, obeying a sudden Im-
pulse, caught her in his arms. Ordi-
narily tie would not have dared to do
this, but there was something about
Miss Betty’s color and tier sparkling
eyes that just made Tommy do it.
t 1 couldn't help it,” he gasped.
|,\ml then lie stopped. For she was
looking straight Into his eyes, with an
expression that he lind never seen be-l
tore Tommy thought it was worth!
while. lie braced himself and spoke.
■ Betty Betty Betty,” lie implored.
The asked you now for tlie fifteenth
lime, and I'm asking you again. I
ea'ii'l help IT. Yon must marry me.
I won't take no for an answer.”
Miss Betty drew herself away. She
still looked at Tommy MctTenahnn.
"I 1 have promised Mr.—Mr. Mas-
terson,” she said slowly, "that I would
■’marry him" ,
Tommy touched her on the arm.
"No-no, Betty,” he exclaimed. "You
can't mean it.”
Miss Betty went on: “That I would
marry him if his team, the Frankfort*,
won the tournament game at the coun-
ty fair. I will be fair and square,
Tommy. I will go further. I promise
to marry you if your team wins out
and gets tlie prize. No—no, that's all.
1 won't discuss It. You know what
I’ll do and I shall do nothing else.”
• But, Betty,” pleaded Tommy MC-
(Tenalian, “you—you know my team
can’t win. It never has nnd It can’t
now.”
Miss Betty smiled. “Then,” she said
archly, “so much the better. Tommy,
for Mr. Masterson.” Tommy said
nothing further. He strode along by
her side with his glance upon the|
ground.
“It’s the man whose team wins the
game, Tommy.” she said at parting.
• By George,” muttered Tommy to
himself, later, “she knew we couldn’t
win. I thought she liked me better
than to"—
Tlie town of Frankfort ITalns was
the county sent of Frankfort county.
Frankfort Plains was a fashionable
residence place and the county fair
was one of the fashionable events of
the year. Indeed, at all seasons the
Plains was a lively place and the two
athletic clubs helped to make It so.
The two athletic clubs supported, by
grace of the pocketbooks of a few
millionaires, two good football teams.
The Franfort Plains club team was
captained by John ilnsterson, Esq.,
nnd the Wayside Athletic club team
by Tommy McClenahan. Master-
son had peopled his team with bull-
dogs like himself; Masterson’s team
had Invariably won. Both men were
college graduates. The county fair
Judges, also by grace of the aforesaid
pocketbooks, bad offered this year a
$1,000 cash prise to the team that
won' the footfall game lit the county
fair tournnment. Tbere'Vas never any
restriction ns to what teams should
compete, but as the Wayside could
lick nnythlng In the county except the
Frankfort nnd as the Frankfort could
lick the Wnvslde there wag" little
doubt which teams would play, and
there was little doubt also which team
wouhl win. In the midst of the prepa-
ration for the fair Mr. John Master-
son had proposed to Mias Betty Pen-
nington for the thirteenth time, and
Tommy had proposed for the fifteenth
time, nnd her ultimatum had gone
forth.
Now, It Is Just as well to state right
here that Miss Betty had a small
brother w»m hated Mr. Mastereon and
who was a crony of Tommy McClena-
han’s and that this small brother
carried to the latter all the news he
gathered during the course of the days
niid weeks. This may er may not
have some bearing on the case.
McClenahan got his team out add
had them In practice at every avail-
able hour of the day. He had to do
u„ «s
were after the $1,000 and the applause
of the community. They worked.
Masterson, on the contrary, gave his
ten in a rest. Everybody wondered
why, but Masterson was cisar, and
they left him alone. Jiow, Masterson
was the graduate of a college- whose
name Is a household word—a college
which battles with another college on
the football field every fall, upon
which battle bangs the Interest of mil-
lions. It Is invariably the game of the
year. B<it this college team stands
up to be defeated, except upon oc
caslon. Masterson himself had once
redeemed it by kicking a goal from the
field. Masterson thought of this col-
lege team which bowed to none other
than to its successful rival.
“All,” muttered Masterson to him-
self, “is fair In love.” Then he wroto
a letter to the captain of the college
team.
"Send me one or two good men,
he wrote. “There’s $1,000 In It, nnd
you can have the bigger part of It.
"l am working for something else, and
I want to win this game. McClena-
hnn has a new man or two that^ I'm
afraid of. I won’t take chances."
The president of the college club
with an eye on the $1,000, immediate-
ly replied, and favorably too. Mas
terson, who had been to this time
somewhat uncertain, now rubbed bis
bands with glee. The day arrived—
nnd the hour. Miss Betty Pennington,
with sparkling eyes, wearing a com-
posite bouquet made up of two, sent
to lier by Masterson nnd McClenahan,
was,seated In the front row on the
grand stand. Masterson came out and
looked the field over and waved at
Miss Betty. “My Betty,” be said to
lilmself. McClenahan did the same.
The air was tilled with a vague unrest.
The stands were filled with strangers.
There was an air of mystery abroad.
Suddenly u door xvhere the Frankfort
men were quartered opened, and eleven
men filed out, clothed In tlie Frankfort
colors. As they enme across the field
there was a gasp from the Ignorant
and an uproarious laugh fjjpm tlie
knowing. Suddenly a Ulan on tlie
stand stood up and shouted. "Helm-
staedter!” be cried. “Helmstaedter!”
Everybody looked and then huzzaed,
for tlie first man of the tenm was
none other than the famous quarter
baet of Masterson’s alma mater team.
But the applause had not died down
when a dozen men In the field—stran-
gers they were—went mod with excite-
ment. "Hah! ltnh! Rah! Quince-
town! Quincetown! Quince!” they
yelled. And then everybody knew.
For not only Helipstaedter, but every
man on the Frankfort team, was none
other than one of the regular Quince
town college team disguised in Frank
fort colors. Miss Betty turned pale.
Masterson, across the field, smiled.
“All's fair,” he assured himself.
Another door opened and Tommy
MqClenahan stepped out. The Way
side team followed him—eleven Way
side stalwnrts. They rushed Into the
field pellmel). Everybody, realizing
the trl«k that Masterson had played,
knew that the Wayside team were go
i-ng out to certain destruction. Not a
word was uttered, however, until the
two teams began to line up. At that
Instant, however, the two teams gazed
Into each other’s ftvpes, and the Quince-
town team blanched and stepped back.
Then pandemonium broke loose.
“Yalevard! Yalevard! Yalevar^!*’
cried half a hundred strangers. The
whole stand arose and. yelled. “Ynle-
vard!” It cried. And then everybody
knew, for Tommy McClenahan had
been kept Informed of certain things
by Miss Betty’s small brother and had
profited ,accordingly. _ Tommy had
checkmated Masterton for stire.
And accordingly the Yalevard team
carried oft Its share of the $1,000 nnd
a goodly portion of the gate receipts.
And as the Qulncetown-Yalevard offi-
cial game approaches It la no wonder
that the odds have been fixed at 4 to
1 on Yalevard, for the Frankfort
Plains score was 38 to 0.
“You don’t mean to say, Miss Bet
ty," said Masterson, ‘‘that you would
let yeur marriage bang on the mere
score of a game T‘
Miss Betty smiled. "All’s fair,” she
answered. “You asked me thirteen
times—what could you expect T”
Later she lifted up her face to Tom-
my’* to be kissed. "1 knew you’d win
that game some way,” she remarked.
Sbe ahuddered. “It would have been
awful if you hadn't.
m HAVE no differential clutch
I And no pneumatic tire.
A I guess I don't amopnl to much.
For none comes to admire
My form or speed—l have no cam—
And. to my deep remorse, ,
l must confess 1 only am
A ons horsepower horse.
They used to stroke my sorrel side
And tell how I could go;
Today they speak In tones of pride
Of Homo bright red tonneau.
But. though my sorrow Is so great
And anger Is so keen.
I'm glad to have a chance to state
1 don’t eat gasoline
I don't know how to carburet v*
Nor how to radiate.
When I wished to get up and get
1 simply struck my gait.
•TIs true In casting out the beam
For fairness I should try,
But, ’lectrtc, gasoline or straps,
The 'mode” is In my eye.
I have no wondrous steering gear,
But still they rush to see
A thing that has, I'm pained to hear,
A horse'.»ss pedigree.
They used to pet me all the time,
But now they only shrug
Their shoulders and pass by, for I m
A poor old sparklcss plug
—Chicago Trlbuna.
Impossible.
No, of course Not
J Vs
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Mr. Cholly
ful rose, Miss Daisy, nnd wear
to yonr heart for my sake.
Miss Daisy—Yea, I will, Mr. Cholly
Boy, Just as soon as I see dearest Per-
cy; he has my heart with him.—New
York American.
Desstlfkl Orbs.
Kratchet—That amanuensis of yours
writes nn awful hand. You can’t tell
her “l’s” from her “e’s,” nnd—
Smitten—Ah, but her "i's,” old mau!
They’re perfect.—Philadelphia Press.
A Modest Flsb Story.
I We were fishing on one of the Kea-|
wick lakes one spring, and our catch
had been enormous. About 8 o’clock
In the afternoon we heard a peculiar
noise on the bank of the lake like tear-
ing Of roots. So we went to Investigate
and on nearing the ahore were sur-
prised to find a large black bear dig-
ging up the ground to beat nine of a
kind. We lay low to watch, and what
do you think he waa doing? Why, he
was digging worms, and after putting
nice fat angleworms on each of his
forepaws hs ventured out In the lake
on an old sunken log, put down his
forefeet In the water and actually
scooped out huge trout so thick and
fast that he almost darkened the sun.
After awhile, thinking there was
enough fish for us. we put an ounce
ball In his head. Talk about fish!
Great heaven*! There lay trout two
feet deep on which two young cubs
.were gorging them selves. Well, we
skinned that bear, and, wishing to se-
cure the cub# alive. I Just threw the
bearskin over me and got down on all
fours, and those cube followed me
right Into camp, thinking It was moth-
er bear. Tbe**ubs I afterward sold for
$28 each, and the hide of the mother,
which waa a vary larga one. brought
me $40—not ao bad a day'a work., Oh,
yea, aboot thoae fish on the bank.
Well, we went beck, the next day--
barreled up twenty-four barrels of the
beet of tj»bee trout. The rest were left
to rot In the
Father (from upstairs)—Mary, do I
hear that young man hugging you?
Mary—Why, no, father. He Is not
making a sound.—Chicago American.
She Knew.
It was In a Philadelphia publlc'scbool
the other day that a class In spelling
was going over a lesson In words of
two syllables. One of the words was
“mummy.” ’’Ubildren," said the teach-
er, "how many of you know the mean-
ing of the word ‘mummy?’" After a
long silence one little girl raised her
band.
Well, Maggie?”
”It means yer mother.”
The teacher pointed out her mistake
and explained fully the meaning of the
word. Presently the word "poppy” had
to be spelled.
"Who knows what ‘poppy’ means?”
asked the teacher.
The same little girl raised her hand,
this time brimful of confidence.
"Well, what’s the answer, Maggie V
"It means a man mummy,” replied
the child.
Preparing For the Worst.
The Patient—Doctor, I want you to
pull out thnt center tooth, and the sec-
ond and fourth one on either side of
It, and put a small whistle In the cen
ter cavity. .
The Dentist—Say, man, what Is the
matter with you?
The Patient—Nothing, only since
that Russo-Japanese war has really
begun I want to be equipped to pro-
nounce the nnmes—Philadelphia Tele-
graph. 1
Too Soon For the Order,
“Brought me the cutlets at last, did
you?" said the strenuous mnn to thr
waiter. “I began to tbfnk you would
never bring ’em.”
"The things onAhls tray are for the
lady at the other nfble, sir," responded
the waiter. “I come to tell you that
we’re Just put of cutlets.”—Indianapo-
lis Sun. ______
Not Hie Own.
"What’s the matter, Bill? You look
tired out.”
“Throat trouble.”
"You don't talk that way."
“Oh, It Isn’t my throat. It’s the
thronts of the chumps who tell me I
look tired out nnd ask me what's the
matter.”—Philadelphia Press.
A Veteran Iltinner.
“And how long have you been run-
ning for nn office?”
"My friend. I’ve been k-rnnnin’ all
my life!"
"And didn’t you ever get one?”
"Lord bless you—no! I couldn’t stop
long enough to go ini”—Atlantn Consti-
tution.
The Kind Ton Have Always Bought* and which has bom
in use for over 30 years* has born© the signature of
y.>__/) * ' — and has been made under his per-
. S/l/t-f-yP- sonal supervision since its infancy.
Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and “ Jurft-us-gnod” are bob
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health or
infanta and Children—Experience against Experiment*
What Is CASTORIA
Castoria is ft harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Par®r
gorlc* Drops »nd Soothing Syrups. It is Pleasant. 11
contains neither Opium, Morpl^Jn© nor other Narcotic
substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and allays Feverishness. It cores Diarrhoea and Wind
Colic. It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation
and Flatulency. It assimilates the Food, regulates- tho
Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep, .
Tho Children's Panacea—Tho Mother’s Friend.
GENUINE CASTORIA AkWAYS
F.ntboalaaOr.
lie favor the Japat"
Old say so. He won’t <
• anymore.”-,
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The Kind You Have Always Bought
In Use For Over 30 Years.
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§8 nearly every section of the county, while
S our Local Editor gathers all the news of
S . the Courts and items of news that will in-
Jgj terest our readers /*: '
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You Should by all Means Read the
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A Word to the Business lien of
Freestone County
Last summer—expecting a prosperous sea-
son—we bought a large stock of stationery
Envelopes, Letter Heads, Note HeadsrBill
Heads, Etc. As a result of the dull season
we are over stocked and in order to get rid
of some of this stock, we can furnish you
job printing at prices that will astonish
you; and guarantee good quality of paper
and up to date printing. Give us an order
either in person or by mail. It will have
prompt attention.
the' recorder
j trout, m
I am—Main# Wc
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Kirgan, Lee. The Fairfield Recorder. (Fairfield, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 34, Ed. 1 Friday, May 13, 1904, newspaper, May 13, 1904; Fairfield, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1106735/m1/4/?q=waco+tornado: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Fairfield Library.