The Saint Jo Tribune. (Saint Jo, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, December 12, 1919 Page: 8 of 8
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THE SAINT JO TRIBUNE
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A QUALITY CAR.
In every respect the Overland 4 is a Qual=
ity car. The body is all steel, all enamel, the
brightest, hardest, most lasting finish.
There is no previous car of any size or price
to adequately compare with the character of ser-
vice Overland 4 introduces.
DONNELL & HUNDLEY,
Local Agents at
DERRY & HUNDLEY’S GARAGE.
Saint Jo,
Texas.
To correspondents: Date you i not iierpctrate innocent jokes on
vour letters ami sign your true your neighbors and friends that
uaine to every one you send in
have a tendency to offend or
ll. in necessary for us to know
, iii ,i i . cause them worry. These in-
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vas written. Mail it in time to noc,,,lt sometimes cause
retch us on Tuesday and on country publishers all sorts of
Mtnday when practicable. Do I trouble.
Montague Dewocrnt, Dec. 5.
County court, convened here
last Monday. Judge W. T. Rus-
sell presiding. Following are the
proceedings up to Thursday
night.
civil. DOCKET.
C W Hedg|>eth vs C. E Sohoff,
,11s* 11 from .1. P. No. 7; settled,
• fondant to pay costs.
Joe Martin vs C. R. I. & G. Ry.
damages; settled at plaintiff's
cost.
C. V. Dale vs S. A. LoVett,
debt and foreclosure; judgment
for plaintiff.
City National Bank vs J. S.
Holman et al, debt; continued.
F. D. Turner et al vs O. W.
Harvey, contract; passed pend-
ing settlement.
J. A. Matthews vs W. B. Buck-
ner, debt; judgment for plaintiff
by default.
VV. B. Brewer vs T. L. Barnes,
debt; judgment for plaintiff.
Barry, VViel & Co. vs Rock Is-
land Ry. Co., damages; settled
and dismissed at plaintiff’s cost.
C. R. Morgan vs C. R. I. & G.
Ry. Co:, damages; settled and
costs adjudged against plaintiff.
H. D. Field and Joe Bowers vs
A. W. Samples, appeal J. C. No. !
2; settled and costs adjudged'
against each party equally.
Chicago Portrait Co. vs J. H.
Ross; judgment for plaintiff.
CRIMINAL DOCKET.
State vs Ed Rogers, theft; plea
of guilt, penalty $3 line, costs
and one hour in jail.
State vs Harvey Yarbrough,
theft; plea of guilt, penalty $5
fine and two hours in jail.
State vs Sam Rushing, theft;
dismissed on motion of State.
State vs C. A. Cross, aggra-
vated assault; reset for Dec. 15.
State vs Will Keck, theft; re-
set for Dec. 15.
MARRIAGE LICENSE.
W. N. Thompson and Dona M.
Sid well.
W. I. Vann and Wilma Polk.
Don Kilpatrick and Fannie
Kutej.
George Yarbrough and Grace
Wall.s
Irb Underwood andLillie Craig.
Ernest Stephens and Bertha
May Russell.
He who never forgets or for-
gives should wear feathers, gee-
string and moccasins.
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BLUEBERRIES
By HELEN AHLQIIIST
Retry had been picking blueberries
since .I o'clock that morning and with
n great sigh of satisfaction as she
noticed that the top of her pall was
nicely rounded with berries on top at
Inst started for the little red farm-
house where she hud been hoarding
with “Grammy” and “Graropy’’ Rob-
bins for the past two weeks. She ex-
isted In town over n ledger 48 weeks of
the year and lived for the four she
spent In the country each summer. She
sang as she trudged along, with never
THE SILVER CUP
By M. L. WALKER.
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the national
joy smoke
makes a whale
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of your smok.stunts! Why, you never dreamed of ‘ho sport that lies
awaiting your call in a home rolled cigarette when it's P. A. for the
packing/
Talk about flavor! Man, mar., you haven't got the listen of half your
■mokceni-vr until you knew \K at tolling 'em with P. A. can do for your
contentment I And, back cf P. A.'; ' nvr, end rara hv,ranee—proofs of
Prince Albert's quality—r. tvi-t exclas'.vj p . iteJ process that
cuts out bite and parch ! W j P. A. ycer rmcltvsnn , in a makin’s ciga-
rette will out!. tar1., pltor.o : i ra j ou ever b.tardl Prince Albert
is a cinch to rc.lL It’s crimp A... • . :.yu put Uko a regular pal!
Prince Albert upsets or.y a . a you ever had as to how delightful a
jimmy pipe can be! It is tb. tebaoso ri’-at lias made three men smoke
pipes where one was smoked o-forc. It has wou men ail over the nation
to the joys of smoking.
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a care In the world except getting back i
home In time for dinner.
She had gone about half way when
she spied a bunch of mountain laurel ,
by Atwood’s ledge. She had often
heard Grammy Robbins bewail Its
scarcity In their vicinity, so she care-
fully put her pall of berries under a
clump of hushes which were near by
and started ofT to get a bunch of It.
“They’ll be perfectly safe there,”
she thought, “and I’ll only be gone a
minute anyway.’’
But she was gone over an hour and
got back Just In time to see a young
man ruefully trying to gather up the
contents of the pall. He had spilled
every berry!
“You See," he started apologetically,
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“Don’t you dare to say another
word." Betty Interrupted rudely,
"you—’’
"I was Just going to—” he continued
valiantly with his explanation, only to
be cut short again by Betty.
“I don’t core what you were going
to do. You spilled every one of my
berries—every one of them," she added
tragically. “You ought to be arrested
for robbery, so there! I think you’re
a—you’re a—’’ But she couldn’t think
of a word of sufficient expression to
describe him, so he took advantage of
her pause to finish his explanation.
"To sit down,” he murmured con-
tritely.
Betty gave him n look of withering
scorn .and started on her way again
while he stood watching her repent-
antly.
“There Isn’t a thing I can do about
It,” he murmured hopelessly. “She’s a
regular little spitfire.”
Louise Morton, combining business
with pleasure, had Just purchased a
three-roomed bungalow In a summer
colony of lakeside commuters. Here
she hoped to rest from her labors as a
trained nurse for a long, healthful sum-
mer nnd Incidentally raise a fine gar-
den.
She stood on her small front porch 1
In the midst of a litter of household
goods and watched the furniture van
tilt up over the hump In the road and
disappear down the hill.
"If three rooms can hold all these
things, It’s time to prove it," she de-
clared, and set about her moving In
with energy.
Lights began to twinkle In the little
bungalows around her as she sat down
at last in the tidy little house and
looked about.
But the plowing! Last year’s mat-
ted grass covered the "10,000 square
feet" that went with her camp. She
called at the great white farmhouse
on the slope of the hill, to ask advice
the next morning. A workman met
her, evidently a farmhand, who was
driving the farm horse out on the
wagon road.
"Why, yes," said he, considering the
blue gray eyes and chestnut locks be-
fore him, “I think I can get off to plow
your little garden tonight after sup-
per. It’s light ’till pretty late now.”
As the sunset faded the farmhand
drove his plow on to her little field nnd
soon the furrows, straight and black,
lay open to the night air, enriching Its i
odor.
"Ever plant before?” he asked as j
ho rested the horses at the end of
a row.
"Oh, not a big garden like this."
said Louise, noting -the well shaped
head and the graceful vigor of the fig-
ure leaning ngnlnst the horses, bat-
tered hat In hand. "I’ve planned n fine
one,” she continued, and was surprised
to remember later how Interesting It
had been to explain It all to Mr. Ward,
as he gave his name.
"I’ll come over tomorrow nnd harrow
It,” he offered ns he swung his team
Into the road at last.
“I’ll be so glnd to have you,” said
Louise, happily, “for I can hardly wait
to get my little farm started.”
The garden grew apace. The flourish
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membered that she had left her moun- ] ________ Kt.rt._t_________ J
tain laurel behind and went back to
get It. When finally she reached the
farm-house there sat the offender on
the piazza comfortably chatting away
with Grampy Robbins! Grammy saw
her from the kitchen window and hur-
ried out to Introduce her to the new
boarder, for, as she so often said,
"Grampy will forget little things like
that, you know.”
Betty acknowledged the Introduction
frigidly nnd as frigidly excused her-
self. Grammy looked with a troubled
expression from one to the other and
then hastily followed Betty upstairs.
"Why, Honey, whnt’s the matter? I
never saw you In such a mood before.
Mr. Moore Is a friend of Will’s, and
I’m sure he couldn’t be nicer! I was
Just going to ask you to show him
around the farm."
“Oh, I couldn’t do that,” exclaimed
Betty in horror, “I just couldn't. Why,
he’s the man that spilled my blue-
berries !"
Grammy was a most sympathetic
person usually and she realized If she
laughed nt Betty’s tragic statement
that she’d never be forgiven. She
hastily ran down stairs, shutting the
door behind her, and then sat down
and Inughcd till the tears rolled down
her cheeks. She even took Grampy nnd
Mr. Moore Into her confidence and the
three of them considered It a huge
Joke.
But they had figured without Betty.
She didn’t think It a Joke, nnd for the
whole week didn’t say a word to Mr.
Moore. She avoided him whenever she
could, nnd when this was Impossible,
looked miles pnst him if they chanced
to meet.
"Never you mind, Mr. Moore,” Gram-
my consoled him, “she’s stubborn ns
n mule, but she’ll get over It; Just you
wnit nnd see if she doesn’t.”
And that very same day Betty did
"get over It." The Robbinses went
shopping down the "square," and left
Betty nt home to get supper. Moore,
leisurely rending In the hammock,
could hear her singing as she worked,
and regretted that such a small ac-
cident should keep them from being
friends. "She’s acting Just like an
elght-yenr-old,” he thought, "nnd all
she needs is a good spanking!" His
thoughts were rudely Interrupted, and
quickly he ran to the kitchen.
“Oh, Grampy, Grampy, oh anybody,"
she cried, “the kitchen’s on fire."
And sure enough—somehow or other
the box of kindlings by the stove had
caught,' and waa blazing merrily away,
but the two of them put It out In a
second. After the excitement was
over, Betty bravely started to thank
him, but she only stammered for a
while, and then quite suddenly burst
into tears.
“Oh, come now, please don’t,” urged
poor Moore awkwardly, “really, yon
muan't do that. You see," he added
brightly, to cheer her up, “I’m glad
It happened, because now we're going
to be friends, real friends, aren’t we?
I never pat much stock In Fate before,
but I guess he’s a pal of mine after
all. Betty, you can't hold out against
blaeberries and Fate, can you? Wo’vo
Just got to bo friends l"
And Betty, smiling np nt him
through her tsars, sgteed with himl
the corn was blithely green, butterflies
hovered over the tender pens. Already
the posters of the county fair orna-
mented the store windows and bulletin
boards. All the neighborhood was In-
cited to greater efforts yet by the of-
fer of n silver cup to the winner of
the most awards nt the fair. As the
days went on the vegetables responded
to the zealous enre Louise expended
upon them. Mr. Ward offered to take
her exhibits to the hall In his wagon,
nnd he suggested entering the great
purple pansies nnd the flaming nas-
turtiums also.
She asked the dairy maid at the
farm when she went for the milk If Mr.
Ward was about.
"He’s In town today nt the office,"
replied the girl.
“The office.” thought Louise, “prob-
ably his employer’s; I wonder who the
owner of the farm Is.”
But after supper he came nnd con-
doned about the giant squash leaves.
The blight wouldn't hurt the vege-
tables, nnd the drought was ncnrl.v
over, too, for already the sky was
clouding for a tempest.
And Mr. Ward handled her treas-
ures carefully and appreciated the
beauty of their arrangement.
You can’t help getting some prizes
with these jewels.” he assured her.
She went up with the neighbors on
the early train next day to hear the
opening speeches. To her great sur-
prise Mr. Ward was announced ns
chairman of the fair committee, nnd
he gave a dignified nnd Interesting
speech of welcome nnd then Introduced
the others on the platform.
When the gay luncheon party of the
neighborhood was over, and the after-
noon had begun to wane, nnd all the
winners of honors In the lake commu-
nity had compared their results, she
saw Mr. Ward coming toward her ns
she stood with n group about a won-
derful silvery cow with a little onlf he-'
side her. The others greeted him gnyly
with the easy Introduction of country
customs. /
“So you are the owner of the great
farm near our lake,” said Mrs. Free-
man. “I always supposed you were
n hired man. you attended Miss Mor-
ton’s garden so diligently.”
“Well, there’s no disgrace in hiring
out to help the neighbors, I’m sure.
Mrs. Freeman,” he replied,
They went over townrd the office
qunrters. "So you are not a hired mnn j
at nil?" asked Louise.
"No, 1 have an office In town, but
this summer I decided to have a gar-
den of my own, so I came up to my
farm for the summer for a change. You
don’t mind my telling you about your
mistake In Inking me for the hired
man, do you?” He stopped at the
lower step and looked at her anx-
iously.
"No," said Louise happily. "Now
that I’ve won the awards and the sil-
ver cup I won't scold about anything."
The judges were already descending
the stairs to meet her. There was
only a mlunte left, bat be made good
use of It
"And will yon let me drive you home
tonight—Lonlae?"
“Yea,” whispered Lonlae, turning to
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BENSON & BENSON.
LAWYERS.
Bowie, - Texas.
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HUNT, SPENCER & JAMESON,
Attorneys-at-Lawr
Montague, Texan.
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BARBER SHOP.
Red’s Place.
First-class barber woH>
Your patronage will be
predated. Agent for V' •
Laundry Co. of Wip«
Falls. Basket leaven 7
day evening each v
Tailor shop in oonre<
Hot and cold baths.
D. D. GRIFFIN V
Barber She;
West Hide of Square.
High-class work and com
teous treatment. Agent io
National Steam Laundry of
Sherman. Basket leaves on
Tuesday afternoon of each
week. Your patronage rLM 1^
be appreciated.
Hot and M Baths.
THOMPSON & BALI
If you went to k•*
your soft boiled egg •,
cold storage variety, in:
fully with the -idge of u
greet the Judges.
“And heaven bleat that garden," . If it explodes with A
breathed her "hired man" fervently. I ^ bnckflre <
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