Cooper Review. (Cooper, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 1, Ed. 1 Friday, January 1, 1915 Page: 7 of 8
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BULL TRACTOR $395
A Decision For Occasion
TWO BOTTOM 14-INCH ENGINE GANG PLOW, $60.00
' LL the office wan sorry
■ Af-xna" zv. for Peasly, but sorry
lu polite silence.
Even the crass un-
ihiukliiguess of youth
does not tell a man
that he is nearly past
j what is called “inar-
I viSsr rying time,” that his
i L V ^ shoulders begin to
0 ”*■' * stoop from desk
work, that liis hair Is
^tunning at the temples, that a board-
ing house is no home—finally, hight of
woe—that he has no “girl.” The of-
fice would not have known just how to
put It, either, so its silence was in-
articulateness as well as courtesy.
Not that Hensley noticed them par-
ticularly. If he. thought of them at all
it was that they were a giggly lot—If
the boss happened to step out. and that
kometlmea he hud to add a column of
’figures up twice beccause of their chat-
I head and pushing him away sprang up |
1 and stood lightly before him holding
| her hands clasped ljke a happy child.
| “I think,” she said, “that I have been |
1 as good at keeping a—romauco to my- i
! self as you are. I think we are both I
| stupid—especially you. Can't you guess j
| my romance?” He rose and reached |
I for her, but she evaded him.
“Toll roe,” he pleaded, “I dare not
j guess! The guess would be to please
I myself, Diana.”
| “That might not be—far wrong.”
j “Plana—do you—care?” She came
to him willingly enough this time, but
J not for long. She Jumped up and pull-
ed him with her.
| “We mustn't miss that car.”
j He wondered why they mustn’t. He
i did not care about the car, but a worn- i
an always has her reasons. He meekly !
[ accepted her decision—for this occa- ,
j sion.
P 0 MS E K
OITHTH so
right in price
they sell
theuiNehcN as
soon r, n
brought to
I lie attention
of progress-
ive people.
and found only truth and kindness
there.
“Do you know what the romance of
me is?”
She shook her head and faltered out:
“It is romance to discover a new—per-
son—a new friend to find the things
that are hidden in people. I meant
nothing—but kindness—pleasure to
myself and you and the rest! You know
that! You were always at the desk,
but silent. I knew you could not be
unlike other people—I knew you were
really interesting—and- -you are.”
“You have found me, certainly,” he
Interrupted; “you
- ONE BULL TRACTOR DOING THE WORK OF FIVE BIG MULES.
It does the work of at least five good horses or mules, costs less than two, need no feed or care when no*, in use. W
belt In running any other machine on the furm. Compare this wonderful machine with the price of stock and feed. The sav
soon pay for it. Buy now instead of buying feed and have the saving begin soon and continue for years. Have large tractors
and steam traction engines and other machinery too numerous to mention. Write for information on any machine you may be li
TERMS ON BULL TRACTORS: $75.00 WITH ORDER; BALANCE AND FREIGHT PAYABLE ON RECEIPT OP
nsBBMMaam* m ^ a a m ab « ***** ' 0% W— a a a IOP
Keen for the West
This afternoon Harrington was Iean-
■Fing over tho typist, and sharpening her
W pencils while she turned her fresh
" young face up to him and spoke of
dancing somewhere. Then Norton and
Miss Farley chimed lu, and even Saun
ders relaxed from his managerial task
. Jtijd listened.
^M^They planned a Saturday afternoon
tpiflce force—“and friends’ ”—picnic,
^Jfhd Peasly felt left out. Nobody
^H^ought of or Included him. He bent
^Wiis kind, rugged face over his work.
What did he care? He had not been
to a picnic for ages. He did not want
to go now—but they might have asked
him; he was human.
Then It happened—and Diana Far-
ley »i’,Jke ‘Mr. Peasly, you’ll have to
couij along, too. You mump over your
work. You'll dry up and blow away
some day. Come on with the rest of
us!" The others almost gasped, covert-
ly watching the girl. Was it one of her
sudden jokes? He looked at her de-
mure brown eyes and calm face,
*Vt.u rlgnt, he said. ‘‘I’ll be glad to
go. He nrd surprised himself—aud
the office.
An hour later Harrington on leaving
the office stopped to whisper to Miss
Farley as she pinned on her hat. “What
made you ask him?”
The girl gave him an amused look
from her deep eyes. “The romance of
it—end of him,” she said.
Harrington went his way with a
shrug. Diana Farley was always a lit-
tle beyond him—Nora was more his
ifort— bloomy and understandable and
K young. Diana must have been 27 and
had a wise little look that somehow
^^iade Harrington uncomfortably doubt-
^Tul concerning his own wisdom, beauty
■thd desirability.
. Sa|,urday, despite its reputation for
j»in, qame off fair. A laughing dozen
all but Peasly, basket-laden.
BHpughiug and chatting, took a suburban
^ ear and made for a picnic ground, near
a small, tree-begirt lake.
They were all in pairs, and before
Diajia Farley knew it Peasly bad
■y 'charge of her. The others had assign-
* cd him to her as her due punishment,
but she was apparently takihg it as a
joy Harrington, literal creature,
thought “romance” meant nothing but
tailing in love, and being but 21 him-
self, thought that 35 had no heart.
Robert Peasly shone that day. He
renewed his youth. His very shoul-
ders seemed to straighten, his eye was
bluer and brighter, his kindly, rugged
lace alive with interest. He was ev-
erywhere at once, amusing, interesting,
.i seif the office hud hitherto not sus-
pected.
He made coffee over a campfire, and
i old stones that sent everybody into
a laugh. What had happened to old
sobersides? They glanced inquiring-
ly st eRch other. t N
When the sun s< t the men were call-
ing him “old man” and other good-
iellowship turns, Nora was trying to
dirt with him tentatively, but Diana
was demure and quiet as always.
It was after tho moon began to sail
up, like a great white bubble, that the
pairing o/f began again. It was a mile
l^utke clr line and they all set off on
were bound to do
that, you couldn’t have helped yourself. ^
But do you know what you have
found? You couldn’t even guess at the |
romance of it!” He stopped a moment, ,
and bade her sit beside him on a fallen i
tree. Tho summer breeze rustled the |
leaves, a night bird whistled and the |
moon shone. Diana was very still— I
she had long known that which she |
dared not admit to herself. She waited j
for him.
"Well,” he said, “I am your punish- j
ment for the day—I am at least dls-1
cerning—and you take it like a sports- ,
woman. You meant to be kind to an
offleeridden wretch who might have :
been free six months ago—but for ■
you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked,
seeing that he waited for a question.
"I mean that it is not easy to leave
an office where you have been for 10 j
years, when you like everybody, and
your work has made a rut iu your
brain. I don’t know how—to use it.”
“Use your brain—use what?"
“Use—money.” His simple words
pauy the week before and gone east.
Her destination? ‘O, New York, I
suppose, they all go there^” sighed his
lnloimant ab the interview was closed.
“East” was indefinite—New York
was a clue that Churchtll clung to as
he finished his business In Dos An-
geles and prepared to leave for Chi-
cago ou his homeward trip.
And everywhere be went he kept
his eyes wide open for some glimpse
cf his lo e and whenever he was in
the vicinity of a moving picture show
he dropped in hoping to see Miss
Wildfire once more.
Again and again he saw the play
in different cities until he knew It by
heart. He grew intensely jealous of
the Mg cowbey hero of the play who
made such romantic love to the
charming little Western girl, and be
would have slain the villain single-
wanted to see her and hear from her
lips that she bad decided not to be
an actress after all and that she bad
J taken her dying father’s advice and
gone East to seek work in New York;
her only aid had been one of Church-
ill’s business cards found among her
I father's effects.
"Well, Churchill,” said the sales
J manager when at last he interviewed
! the traveling man. “You can put a
mourning band on your sleeve—I’m
going to chauge your territory.”
"Not New England?” asked Church-
ill delightedly.
“Yes. I thought you’d kick a lot
I over it—you’ve been so keen for the
! West.
"I was looking for something out
there, but I’ve found It now. I say,
Mr. Robinson, fix it up so I can have
, a month off in October, will you?"
“Not getting married?” asked the
i other.
I “Perhaps,” returned
! guardedly.
Unpardonable Blunder.
“I notice the DeGolds don’t speak to
j their country cousins any more?”
"No. tho country cousins made a ter-
rible blunder at the swell dinner par-
ty.”
“How was that?"
“Why, they asked if the family crest
in the tablecloth was a laundry mark."
An Ideal
Christmas Present
A life Income for your wife,
your daughter or your son,
payable in monthly instal-
ments, In event of your death.
W. J. FISCHER, Gen. Agt.
NORTHWESTERN MUTUAL LIFE
INSURANCE COMPANY,
3th Floor Bank of Oovmnoroo Building,
SAINT LOUIS, MISSOURI.
lie'er Bareli iiui usam. ----- ,■—.. , . , -
But her face haunted him always handed every n»gu<* if he had oeea
with its charm cf sweet expression flesh and blood.
and the pretty curve of cheek and At last he reached New York and
chin. The thick dark lashes that reported to the sales manager. Mr.
shaded her soft black eyes, and the Robinson was very busy that morning
curling tendrils of her jetty hair, and he sent word out to Churchill to
were set in his memory like a painted wait a couple of hours for him.
picture. “1'U borrow a stenographer then
The next year he returned to find and dictate a few letters, decided
her mother dead and the home Churchill and he spoke to the ch.ef
broken up. Bess Delorme had gene , clei k.
Churchill
Work
that
Idle Shotjun^
WOU can get the thrills
X of hunting every week
at your local Gun Club.
Always plenty of game,
you may be “some shot,”
but the flying clays will i
fool you at first.
Write for free booklet “The A
Sport Alluring” and address
of nearest trap-shooting club. /Ja
Da Pont Powder Co. 1
WilminfftM. Delaware
Preparing for Winter.
“Yes,” said old Graspitt, “I’m always
willing to help the unfortunate. Here’s
2 Cents—now don’t spend it for drink.”
“Shure I won’t,” answered the un-
laundered hobo. “I’ll blow de most uv
it fer a suit uv silk underwear an’ a
ticket t’ Florida.”
Juvenile Philosophy. ••
“Young man.” said a father to his
precocious son and heir, aged 7, “here’s
where I pay you that whipping I owe
you.”
“That ain’t fair, dad,” protested the
youngster. “You never pay anybody
else that you owe, and I don’t see why
you should make a preferred creditor
of me.”
We will fun
razors and
above card
monstrator
give you or;
with each Di
buy.
Matter of Dufy.
Shopper—What makes these goods
so expensive?
Clerk—The duty ma’am.
Shopper—Ob, then they are import-
ed?
Clerk—No, they are domestic goods.
But the proprietor thinks It his duty to
increase his bank balance.
WHOLESALE ANO RETAIL
j Francisco? I am very anxious to find
j her present whereabouts and—"
”0, excuse me!” cried the stenog-
| raplier, breathlessly.
“Going too fast for you " he asked,
Special
Attention
Given to
Rush Xmas
Orders
CHURCH ILi
He becume a traveling
Cut Rates.
Young Doctor—You don't mean to
tell me that old Sawbones charged you
$25 for amputating your big toe?
The Victim—'That's what lie did.
Young Doctor—Next time you send
for me. I’ll cut off both legs for $10.
i to him Western territory. In every town or
i city he visited his first inquiry was
“but it’s tor some one by the name of De-
| lorme, but so far he had never found
to me— i trace cf her.
fted her j it was a cool sweet ulght, and
............ Churchill lingered on the steps of his
Los Angeles hotel wondering how to
spend the evening hours Deioio bed-
time.
He lighted a cigar and wandered
down the street until lie came to an
open-air moving picture theater. He
^ paused before the gay posters outside
the entrance, studying the pictures of
j the Western play, "Miss Wildfire.”
, Suddenly ho bought a ticket aud went
inside.
^ He sat patteutly through several
£ reels until finally there was flashed
W on the white screen the title of tho
next play: "Miss Wildfire, a story of
• love aud hate on the plains.”
l\ Churchill settled back In his seat. It
H would be something to look on the
JU familia" country where Bess Delorme
lived.
j At the very first scene his interest
Jl was aroused. Surely there was the
Delorme ranch house, and the girl
dressed in corduroy skirt and fiannul
m shirt with broad-briinmed hat on her
B dark curls was Bess Delorme herself.
^ The play proceeded: cowboys rode
madly hither and thither; rival lov-
ers appeared for the hand of tho
« rancher's daughter; the rancher was
a man who was stranger to Church-
DU Bsss wa* tlie °nly familiar
j / face among the character.a.
f/ The characters came
Water Color
Pastel
China
Painting
Modeling Outfits
AND
Drawing instruments
Outfits
For
When you want a ^ ^
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For Your Own Use
You as a rule want it to be of a quality
hni unn’t disappoint you. Goods marked
ve him cm
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V See them at your dealer
-it’s the only one that he can
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THE ST]
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made love, disagreed, hated each oth-
er, fought and died—and Frank
Churchill saw only oue face through
it all.
When the play was over he went1
dizzily around to the ofnee of me !
manager and asked que .ions.
“Miss Wildfire—why that part Is!
taken by Lillian Delormo, one of the
Imost popular players; let ms see, |
Kbat’s a Goodenuf players, you know, i
Bjrry, that’s all I know about it. !
•rite to the film company in San |
TrancisCo, they’ll give you her add-,
resB.”
The Goodenuf Film Company could I
not bo expected to be doing business !
kt- midnight, thersf£rfr„hla l*mz Jis-i
Romember this-it is iu-it as true of any
safety razor as it is of the blade your Grand-
father used:
You’ve Got to Strop Your Razor
Lo Get* a Perfect* Shave
A razor that hasn’t been freshly stropped
isn’t fit to put on your face.
Glvs your AutoSwop safety Razor half a dozen llrkh or,
th<> strop. You don't have to remove the blade from the
holder. It «n-.p- II-'If—and you'll appreciate what a
strops
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