The Wills Point Chronicle. (Wills Point, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 21, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 26, 1887 Page: 4 of 4
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V
THE CHRONICLE.
WILLS POINT, TEXAS.__
R. K. YAMTIS. - - Editor ■"<* Vro'r.
MAY
THUSIPAY, -
20, II
retribution .
BY "THE DUCHESS.’.
CHAPTKK XXIII.
It Is a very pale and fragile Nadine who
Is looking at Duran In the morning
“Now you ar« safe,” says he, ^miling.
He presses her gently Into a huge arm
chair, and stirs Into a glow the dying
embers of the fire. A chill has fallen
upon the night. As the warmth comes to
her os she realises that here, perhaps,
Oranlt will not seek her, as she sees the
beloved face of Duran leaning over her,
she let* a sense of Joy and comfort steal
through her being, and as a child, tired
and weary, who sees Its mother, might
do, she stretches out her anus to Duran.
In a moment she Is lying on his breast.
“Oh, to be here!” she cries faintly.
“To be here—In your arms—safe. You
will never let me go, will you! You will
not let him take me from yonf"
“Never, while life Is In mel But I do
not wish to see you so unnerved, my
’ dearest. Come, take heart! Consider! In
these prosaic days a glr 1 cannot lie tern
from her home by any chance comer.
Even if you were alone, you could resist
him, because your promise to him has now
been canceled; but even if it had not
been so, still I am here, your guardian
and—your lover.”
“My own Maurice 1” She slips her arm
round his nock. She Is yet in her trail
gown, and it Is a soft, bare little arm,
rounded as a baby's, that encircles him.
He tnms his head to kiss It tenderly.
“It 1b a terrible thought," says Dnran,
presently, “and I am honestly ashamed
of ft; but I cannot help feeling that this
miserable nlghtls work has been our sal
radon." —---
“Yesterday I was the most miserable
man all vp—you were Toft to me! To-
night, I am the happiest—you arc gained!
For the future let us banish from us all
thoughts save those that remind us that
by a most strange chance we have been
given to each other Just when hope
seemed dead." _
CHAPTEll XXIV.
Joy there, misery here!
Lady Valworth pushes back the por-
tiere, and with a slow and heavy tread
advances to where the motionless figure
is seated upon a chnlr, his head buried
on the arms that are lying upon the table.
"Granltt” whispers she tremulously'.
He starts to his feet with an oath, and
turns a stormy face to hers.
“What, cannot I be left alone even
noirl What brings you here! Is there
no rest—no peace?”
“It is only J, my dear—your mother!"
Her voice breaks. "Oh, my child! my
son! my darling! It is your mother, dear
—your owu mother! Did you think any
thing could make any difference to mef”
The poor woman flings herself on the
ground beside him and encircles hint with
her arms. “I knew you were alone,” she
goes on eagerly. “1 would have come
sooner, but I—I was not very well. The
moment I could, however, I camo to yon.
I could not bear to picture you sitting
here all by yourself, and |>erhap* believ-
ing your poor mother was holding aloof."
“Yon had done better had you so held
. yonrself.”
“Oh, Granit! do not so speak to mel
Do not repulse mel" She is still kneeling
beside him, trying do draw his dark,
aullen face to look at her; and now she
takes his hand and hulda it in fondling
fashion against her Itosom. He is once
more her child, her boy, her little one; in
trouble and disgrace—in direst grief—and
to whom then should he come but to his
mother* “My darling, why did you not
trust me*” she say-sin a low, paiuful whis-
per. “I would have given them to you
I could have managed in some way.
Yes—I would have given them. "
“They were not- yours to give”—this
allusion to the stolen diamonds hardens
bis heart again, though not toward her—
‘‘they belonged to Sir Thomas. How-
ever”—breaking off savagely and drag-
ging his hand roughly out of hers—“it is
too late to dls uss what is over and done.
If you have come here to mkunder about
my crimes, I warn you I will have none
of it"
“No, no, dear; not another word shall
be said.” Going closer to him she tries
to press him into a chair. “Sit down now
and let us talk of your plans," she whis-
pem soothingly.
“Plans*" Ho glances at her vaguely,
as though he hardly understands; plainly
he has not been listening. Then sudden-
ly his face flushes; the veins swell upon
his temples. “Where Is shef” he cries in
a vehement, tone.
“Shef MHlicent"
“Pshaw! No. She who betrayed me;
that fair devil, Nadine."
"She is down stairs. She has been very
ill,” says the mother trembling.
"Did I hurt herf Did she feelf Did she
sullerf” His tone is exultant, yet there
is a fierce agony in it. “I hope so.
Great heavens! how that girl lied to me,
though her lips uttered no falsehood.
She gave herself to me; she. sworn she
would marry me, caring for that other all
the time. Did you mark bow she shrunk
and cowered away from mef How she
paled, and glanced at me as though peril!
tlon lay in the sight of mef"
He is glancing over his mother’s shoul-
der toward the opposite wall. , His eyes
are dark and wild; he Is gazing at some-
thing. That past scene in the library Is
again before him—is again being enacted
—brought to light by his disordered fancy.
—~ "(Haim, think iff wimwmiin use," im
plorea his mother, in a frightened man-
ner. Hla voice, his gestures, terrify her.
“From me she shrank—to turn to hlml
How her eye litas she saw hlml To him
she cried f >r protection from mel Nhc
held out her arms to him I She clung to
hlml” His breath is coming in painful
gasps. "There was adoration in the I
glance she directed at him I Te gain such |
a glance I would have died. Weill” he
stretches out his arms and then he clasps
his head, “because of such a glance I
have died. She has slain met”
"Granit, my poor boy, do not talk so
wildly. Forget this girl; think now of
what is the best thing for you to do."
“I have thought of that—that is all or-
, ranged."
His tone is impatient.
“Where are you going, darlingf" she
asks, faintly.
“Nowhere.”
His manner is dnll and listless.
“Konse yourself,” entreats she, “you
must go for nwhile. You say you have
arranged all. Tell me, then, where yon
are going!"
“A long Journey."
“Long Journeys nowadays can be com-
passed in a very little while."
“That is true. Mine will be the short-
est passage on record,” he draws his
breath sharply. “ Whot happened to her,
when I leftr’ *
"She fainted. Mr. Duran”-—
“Keep his name out of it, can’t yonf"
Interrupts he, violently. “Go on I She
fainted. Well, wbat thenf"
“They had considerable difficulty In re-
covering her, I have been told. I was not
there,” says lady Valworth, nervously.
“She was naturally a good deal upset by
the whole affair. I suppose you fright-
ened her."
“You say I hurt her."
‘ “Yon sent her. with some force against
the wall. Yon did not mean It," hastily
—“but when one Is agitated as yon were,
one hardly knows what one Is doing.
"Y<vb” anxiously—“must not take that
so orach to heart; you did her no real
harm. You must not be uneasy.”
“Take ft to heart* I wish I had killed
The words come with a hiss
hla clinched teeth; hla (gee is
live with hi
she deceived and ruined mel Body km)
soul she has destroyed." *
“Oh, not your soul, darling! There li
’time—repentance."
“There Is very little q^ne now and I am
unrepentant."
He throws up his head and points tc
the window. The lamps In the room an
waning, and through the closely cur
tallied window the first streaks of coming
morn are stealing with a persistency that
will not be denied. Day is breaking, and
with It his mother’s heart. The, cruel
light will tear him from her, will carry
hlni—whitherf
"You have not told me where you art
going,” she says, pressing her hand
against her heart to still Its throbbing.
"I caiv tell ho one that."
“What! not your mother! Granit, di
not fear, I will betray you; anything you
say to me now will be sacred. Tell m<
where It Is you mean to go.”
“I cannot."
“But why—why!”
"For the simple reason that I don’t
know myself.” There Is a curious glean
In his eyes that disturbs her and makei
her forget the flippancy of his tone. “II
Is to a strange land I will wend my way
before the day Is very much older. A
stranger In a strange land I My reception
will be a cold one, or perchanoe a hoi
one.,f
He laughs wildly. Hts merriment Is
however, shortlived, breaking off almosl
It began, and ending In a dismal
sUence. ,
‘You are thinking of Africa,” says hit
mother, trembling, she scarcely knowt
why. “If you still refuse to let me knots
exactly where you are going, at least
promise you will write to me. Granit,
my dear, dear son, promise me that.”
“I will promise you anything you like,
though I doubt if you would care to keep
up the correspondence." There is some
thing terrible in ills manner, Which hat
grown frivolous in n ghastly way, and lilt
face is livid. “She will live and pfos-
per,” he says inconaequently as it seemt
to Lady Valworth; “but she will have to
remember. I will compel her to do that
And remember yon,” laying his hand
roughly uppn his mother’s shoulder,
member well that my last words were that
she was responsible for all!”
“I will not believe these are yonr Iasi
woids. Yon will return to me, when all
thin lias blown over you will return, il
Sven for n month or so. Promise me
that, too, Granit."
“ITwwn wtipm f
pretty bab) ! that it should come to this,
she moans, bitterly.
“You will not forget my message to
herf ’
Tliongh he is supporting her half faint-
ing form, he hardly heeds her: licr words
bear no meaning to him. His mind is
over with the girl who had unconsciously
betrayed him, whom he has loved—whom
he stillloves, with a terrible Intensity.
“I shall forget nothing. When do you
start!”
"Whefl yon leave me.”
“There will be no train, darling, until
7 o’clock.”
“I shall require no train.”
“But how, then, will you go!”
Again he bursts into that loud dis-
cordant laughter that chills the blood In
her veins.
“Do not be uneasy about me. I have
prepared for myself a mode of transit
swifter than nny train. Ponf! Stcanr
will be slow to It."
“Yon do not trust mo,” sho" says sor-
rowfully, *HU unsuspecting, still dead to
the warning that bis words, Ills face, hi*
manner, should have given her.
I trust yon entirely. I trust you with
my last message—to herl Now go."
“I shall si* you again?’' entreats she,
lingering.
“I hope tot I
brain reels. There!—there) she Is be |
fore him again l A slight form, clothei!
all In palest blue. A faoe divine! Hei
lovely arms! Her eyee—dark—liquid.
Bee, now, they gleam tor—Duran! Cure*
him! To him ehe holds out her hands
To him she gives herself. She turns-
A groan of agoulsed remsmhranci
bursts from his lips. Then follows i
sharp report! It rings through ths house
11s sways, and a corpse, disfigured In *
horrible manner, falls hsavily to th<
ground. All Is over. »
Through the window the light brees*
enters merrily, and floating downward
lifts ths hair, that Is still uuwet, from ih<
dead man’s head, and softly, delicately,
plays with ft. There Is only the brecse
All other motion Is gone. Bo Intense li
the silence that reigns within the ebam
bar, that a tiny bird, emboldened by It.
perches on the sill of the window, and
creaks forth Into a morning carol, loud
and shrill. A carol I A requiem rather
And now the silence Is broken. Through
the passages beyond comes the sonm ol
hurrying feet. There is one that runs Ice
fore the others. Nearer, nearer they coins
and still the bird carols, the wlndqilays-
the dead man Ilea there, careless—un-
knowing.
SONNET TO LIBERTY.
Not that 1 lore thy children, where dull syre
are nothin* save their own unlovely woe.
Whore minds know nothin*, nothin* oars M
know—
But that the rare of thy demoornctee.
Thy ret*ne of terror, thy (rent eaarohlos.
Mirror my wild net peeeloui Ilk* ths son,
and give my r c*v a brother I Liberty!
For thle eehe only do thy dleeooant cries
Delight my discreet eoul. else ml*bt all ktn*s
By bloody knout or troeoheroue cannonades
Nob nations of their rights Inviolate
and I remain unmoved -end yet, and yet,
'There Christo that die upon the barricades,
Ood knows It, I am with thorn. In iome this**.
-Oscar WUd*.
SCENE IN WASHINGTON TERRITORY.
A Lon* Procession of Mounted gnvngee
A Most impressive Spectacle.
Some years ago, In late Augute, I ws*
traveling from the land of the Btaokfeet
to Walla Walla, in Washington territory.
I had followed on Indian troll from the
Aitenlshlng Suaoeee.
ItUtlTe duly of every one who
baa used BoicAee'i German
Syrup to let its wonderful qunli
lies b« known their friend* iu
curing Consumption, sc ere
Cough*, Croup, Arthina, Pneumo-
nia, and in fact all Ihroat and
lung diiease*. No person can use
it without in riant relief. Three
doses will relieve any cuso, and
we consider it the duly of nil
Druggists to recommend it to the
poor, tying consumptive, ut least
to try one bottle, as 80,000 dozen
bottles were sold last year, and
no one <case where it failed wiis
reported. Such it medicine ns
ihe German Syrup cannot be too
widely known. Ask your drug
gist about it. Sample bottles lo
Regular
k-^loRAK^BUCHU
C5K
Saskatchewan plains to the Codetta pare.
In the |miss I e.muddled my horse for his
noon feed and nut down to smoke. 1 had
just left a noisy, buffalo hunting Indian ^ ............ ......
Ku touch upon the handle of tho door. [ ' cltfumM of in<dul^^totid*and I ”*>’» SOId llt ten cents.
The wind still revels In lifeless tresses,1 ’ - — - - * ’ Of | UAd
but l!>e bird has flown away. The
opens---
Upon the threshold stands—hie mother.. - buffalo
TIIE KND- I brain, and bonds
and Blackfoet
buffalo were falling „
hind mo were » map at„ew,ahifttag
light and color and ««tiveUfa the Utw,
f**’ stripped to their breech clouts, tiled post size, 76 ceijts. Sold by all Drug
1001 me and disappeared In the hase | gists and dealers ill Ihe Uniled
ther l|T£onU^ SSS*W““l«totes and Canada.
Hsved tho Km press’ Lire.
Many American physicians are among
the ablest, but their profession rests on s
false hypothesis. It has nothing to do
with science, and cannot have until It
has vastly ndvniibecl. Marked improve-
Iment has been made In therapeutics. Out
physicians compare very favorably with
those of Europe. After the Empress
lEugente had given birth to the prince
Imperial an important operation was
necessary, and all the celebrated doctof*
of Paris and several American doctors
resident there were called in, among them
Dr. Johnson, now dead. During her
treatment It was found to their constat-
CURES
LuvSn
Kidneys]
STDMACHI
I
AU. DRUGGISTS]
rmrsrT^ra
.toed the Test sf Tears,
all BUaatef of the
__)D, LITXX, STOM-
ACH, K1DMEYS, BOW-
ELS, As. ItFmriSssths
Bisod, Iavigeratos sad
Olssssss ike BysC
DTSWPSIA.OOESTI-
FATI0E, JAUNDICE,
SICZHXADACHX.BW-
I0US COMPLAINTS, Os
disappear stones under
its beneficial lnfloonoe.
It is purely s Medicine
as Its eathsrtle proper-
ties torblds its asses a
beverage. It b pleas-
ant talk* te.t ea»d*«
easily takes by child-
res as admits.
PRICKLY ASH BTTTESSCOl
got* Proprietor*,__I
BtJjOUH sod Kaebah Cite I
£
ntod and with bent bows, and tong,
grooved way arrows drama to their heeds,
dashed post me and battle, savage and
bloody, 'raged below. ‘1 ?■'•* '• .‘» ’rW
I sat smoking and wondering why men
ever became lonesome when they ooOld re-
people the remote solitude of highland and
plain and enjoy scenes of human interest,
when my horse threw up his head and
sniffed inquiringly of the air and then
trotted to me, and stood by my side look-
^ - which”
From ‘where I airi going no man re
turns."
That Is not true. There is no place
on earth from which you cannot come
liack to me, If you only will.”
“No plive on earth!" Ho repeats liet
words slowly, “My place on earth will
know me no more.” He Beems to wnndcr
away from the actual meaning of her
words to the mere sound of them. “1
have no longer any place on earth," ht
says dreamily.
"Yoiranve a place in my heart always,"
cries she, with a sudden burst of weeping.
She throws her arms round him, slid
dings to him in an embrace that is full _
of despair. “Alasl my one child! my as Trollope made bj- his first literary ven
1 oiinio t/i fills •* tiivoa Im nrolwHI
nation mat me uiuuu uau icit asm ■»»»*»• i 7 , . f,___.. *
She was in momentary peril of losing h«r Iyards above us. ^ Prceontly an In-
Ufe. A solemn consultation took place, dian s head appeared above the crsst af
Nobody could advise except Johnson, who the range. I sat and looked at him soul
declared he could remedy the evil. He | he looked at me. Boon another sod another
held her up by the heels and the blood
flowed back to her brain. He saved her
life. Not one of the Parisian sages would | ^ t column of mounted Indians rod* into
have dreamed of offering so monstrous i
indignity to the empress of the French,
but the Indignity, as they afterward ac-
knowledged, was preferable to her death. |
—Chicago News.
Nevada beef is being shipped to Califor-
nia In an almost unbroken string of cat-
tle cars.
HOW NOVEL WRITING PAYS.
geenrlng a Publisher Is One Thin*, M-
curln* Sales Is Unite Another. !
Getting books published is one thing;
getting them sold is quite another. Little
' more than I1 can
I hope from my soul
not!”*
I For the first time his composure seems
Ito desert him. He grows ghastly pale,
and a lit of shivering seizes upon him.
I "You nrc 111—you are suffering!” cries I
his mother quickly.
“No. It Is nothing. Only go! 1
must be nlone for awhile, and my time Is
short. Good-by.
Stooping, lie presses his lips to her fore-
head.
“For the moment?” she answers anx-
iOQiljTs; •
“Good-by.”
There is no denial of her question in his
manner, and she Is fain to lie content
with it. She clings to him, and embraces
him warmly; an embrace lie returns In
kind. She moves os If to leave him. Al-
most as she reaches the door, his voles
stops her.
“One word,” he says huskily. “Do
not—do not be unkind to her! When 1
am gone, do not show or feel resentment
toward her!”
Ho .makes her a sign with his hand tc
declare he has said all lie had called her
to hear, auil g dng out, she closes the door
behind her.
The sound of her retreating footsteps
has died away. He is alone I He stretches
out his arms wearily, as one might wlio
has Just flung from him some cruel bur-
den, nnd drnwing back the curtains, opens
wide the window and gazes out upon the
growing day. Already tho sun has
mounted the heavens, and from the en it
soft rosy bars of tremulous light nrc de-
scending upon (he distant hill tops. From
among the laurels comes the thrilling
music of Innumerable birds; from the
wood the cooing of the gentle pigeons. I
A rose that has climbed up the wall, mor*1
I ambitious than its fellows, thrusts Its |
sCcuTPrt petals Into liilT hAlw!
Mechanically ho accepts the gift, and
breaking tho flower from its stem, Inhale*
Its perfume. It Is sweet with dew, and
sweet as only a morning rose can be, with
all the cool moisture of the dead past
night still on It, anil burled In its heart.|
Boyle, still as If without thought, having
trifled with the flower, carries it to a table
near anil puts out his hand toward a vase
filled with water. The action rouses him.
■ He checks himself, and a after n brief
pause flings the flower upon the ground.?
He had been about to place It in the
water with a view to its preservation
when that revulsion of feeling came ovei
him. To save it from instant destruction
—why? That he might sec It upon tht
morrow? The morrow? Where will h«
be thenf , . H
H« seta his heel upon the flower and
crushes it out of all loveliness. Death i»
rushing t iward him on swift block wing*
—shall that senseless flower be spared!
It Is a very poor, a very paltry bit oi
malice, yet it njrves him, and brings him
again face to face with his indomitabl*
resolve.
Crossing the room, he opens a ensi
lying npon a bureau and draws from it t
revolver. He runs his hand lightly ovet
It, and the cool touch of the At eel seemt
to steady him. Having assured htmsell
that it is loaded, be lays it down again
end turns to a writing table.
His hand is Arm, the writing bold ni
ever. A few words, explaining where tin
famous sapphires (now dismantled and
unset) may be found in his rooms In town
are addressed to his mother. Bold words
with no endearing commencement, no at
fectlonate termination. To him the sapi
phi res are of no further tire. It Is as wel
that Milllcent should have them again.
He flings the pen aside, and. rising t*
his feet, paoee hurriedly up and down tht
room. He can walk now. Bnt like s
flash It burets npon him that soon move
ment will be impossible. There upon thi
carpet he lie* like a stick—a stone! Tht
great grand fever of living Is tearing
through hie veins. His pnlses throb, hit
heart beats—there are years of life wit lilt
tbs tail, slender, firmly built frame that
looks in last through the open window
Tbs early morning dr, fresh and fragrant
rashes gayly in. Han vans! how fair thi
world ia! was It sear so fair as to-davf
He takes up ths revolver again and lift*
— ~ rl* a short href tn
JU,
tores, he probablyf made more than ills
publishers. They I were not n success be-
cause the public refused to buy them, and
if Trollope bad not been a man of dogged
resolution he would have given in long
before the tide turned. It by no meads
follows, however, that every one who
severes with equal resolution will
equally successful, or, indeed, achieve
success at all; lor though by practice a
man may acquire the knack of writing
readable English, no amount of persever-
ance, without imagination, will make | a
novelist. / '
It is true that Some writers appear to
succeed at the first attempt. Like BV-
ron, they waken and find themselves fam-
ous. These instances are. however, vejy
few, and when careful inquisition -
made it will generally be found that "
was previous preparation, and that
cess was preceded by failure. Cli
Bronte sprung at a bound into the
rank of living novelists; but her
natural gifts had been assiduously
vated for years, From her very chi
hood she had been studying the art
fiction and writing works of imagination.
Tho late Hugh Conway is another in-
stance of the same sort, tbougli his genius
was of a far inferior order. His “Called
Back” took the country by storm afid
created a rage for shilling horrors; which
is only now beginning to subside. Yet,
though “Called Back" was the first wotk
ho published, it was not by a long way
tho first he wrote. He must have
sight They were staging their marching
sung—much as the Indians in the Wild
West show do. Every trail was occupied.
The Indians looked neither to the right
nor to the left, but marclied slowly past
me. There were old men, and warriors,
and young men, all with their rifle* acmes
their knees, and hundreds of wesnea,
some of whom were handsome, and many
children, aUd an army of doga brought
up the rear.
I thought I had conjured to very good
effect For an hour this column swept
past me. and I sat on a rock and smoked
and looked at them. Not a word wya
spoken to me. Hardly a glance was cast
at me. The migrating people talked to
one another, and laughed, and had a
time generally. Three thouaai
defiled in front of me. They
gay with bright colored shirts, and
gaudy blankets, and many oolosad
painted face*. I knew that there In-
dians were portions,of the Nea Farce,
Flathead, Spokane, Okinagan, Wenat-
chee, and Peud Oreille Uribes, and that
they were going to hunt buffalo on the
Saskatchewan plains and to fight the
Blackfeet. These Indian* riding Tie* me
in the Cadotto pass made one ot the mop*
impressive spectacles I ever saw in the
heart of the republic.
That evening about dark, while I was
riding westward on the Blackfooi river
trail, I met a belated Indian who waa
hurrying after the main body. Ha made
signs of inquiry to me, and I answered
with signs. I did not fully understand
the aign language, and the anxioua Indian
failed to interpret my meaning. Evi-
dently I conveyed information ot direful
import. The dusky warrior Waited far
his saddle. He slapped his mouth with
open palm to express hia great surprise,
then wheeled his hone and gmllopad Off
before I had finished toiling my story. I
have often wn.idered what I really told
that savage and to what I impelled him.--
Frank Wilkeaou in New York Times.
re had
quite a large stock on hand-, two, I think,
have been published ince his death; ahd
I know a publisher wlio refused one of
Hugh Conway’s stories years before the
public heard of his existence. • *
It would thus appear that to profit by
uuthorship, in the ordinary sense of the
word, something more iH required than a
mffro shutting of the eye# and hn opening
of the mouth. There must be special
aptitude, patience, perseverance and in-
dustry. These, with a love of literature
for its own sake, will probably be suffi-
cient in ordinary circumstances to insure
a fair measure of success. Brilliant Stic-
cere and enduring fame are for genius
nlone, and tho man who hopes to make a
fortune by his pen must be sanguine in-
deed. True, Scott did great tilings in
tluit way. Dickens accumulated $500,-
000 (and killed himself in the effort) and
Trollope sold for $15,000 apiece novel*
that he wrote in two months.
But it is not every novelist that pos-
sesses the genius of Dickens or the fertil-
ity of Trollope, and there is at present
probably not one English writer who can
command the prices that he readily ob-
tained. More novels are now written
than ever, and the average price paid, to
authors has suffered a woful diminution.
1 have been told that when The London
Graphic began its prosperous career, its
proprietors |xud as much as $7,500 for
the serial rights of its long stories. They
now Hrtitoni |s»y mure tilirei a Mihd et kb
sum.—The Cosmopolitan.
A Patron of Art. ,
The qp called patron of art Is often a
vulgar millionaire, who thinks that the
artist he invites to dinner should pay for
his meal by entertaining the guests. Jl
rich banker of Paris once invited Chopin,
the Polish pianist and composer, to din-
ner. When the guests had risen from the
table and repaired to the drawing room
Midas, the host, pointed to a piano, and,
in a matter of fact style, as if he were in
his own bank, insisted on Chopin playing
Chopin*was a true gentleman, but he I v°u w“
could be finely satirical when be chose to | cessily.
be so.
“But, monsieur, the baron,” said he,
extending his hands, deprecatingly, “I
have eaten very little."—Youth’s Com-
panion. __
Pretty Woman-
All women look ullriiclive
when their complexion and color
is clear, If your skin is sallow,
eyes dull, yon are bilious, secure
a box of' Williams'' Australian
Herb Pills, take as directed, and
the feeling of languor yill leave
you, your eyes brighten ami you
are another woman. Try them
Price 25 cents. C5row & Human,
Agents. ______
Sparkling, piquant and cxhilar
ating's that, widely known and
incomparable carbonated bever-
age, the New Jersey Champaign
Citler, manufactured by those prin
ces of purveyors lo Ihe public,ihe
Hughes Bros., of , Dallas. This
pleasant, rejuvenating, rehabili
tant—fit for a prince, and cheap
enough for a peasant—within Ihe
reacli of Ihe poorest purse, ad-
dresses itself alike lo ihe most
exacting refined tastes, lo ladies
in delicate nnd enfeebled con-
dition, to temperance votaries,
and to every relation in life
that demands and appreciates a
nice refresh summer draught.' For
sale at'T. H. Crammer's saloon,
WflU Point. (18 26)
rv person is interested in
their own affairs, and if this meet*
the eye of any one who is suffer
ing from tho effects of n lorpid
liver, we will ndmit that he is in-
terested in getting well. Get a
bottle of Prickly Ash Bitters, use
as directed, and yoii will always
be glad you read this item.
Far bqtter than the harsh treat
ment of! medicines which gripe
[the patient and destroy* Ihe coat
[ing of the stomach. Dr. II.
McLean's Chills and Fever Cure,
by mild yet effective action will
cure. Sold at 50 cents a bottle.
For sale by Crow & Human. [15-27
Armed with Dr. Hughe’s *31ack
berry Cordial ill your family you
have a safeguard equal lo u whole
medicine chest, for summer com-
plaints, teeth ing,flux and general
bowel disorders. This i* no pat-
ent nostrum, but. a pure article
from Ihe juice of the berry, that
all physicians use in their prac-
tice and recommend. For sole by
all first-class grocers. Try it, and
you will enroll it a household ne
(13 25)
falters and re-
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(CMAtrntiiitit.)
Cedar Grove (Willa Point', - - -
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For fell porttcuUrs anti directions sae Cirett-
ter taartry pound of Aastn*M*’Oorrm.___
When nature
quires help recruit her enfeebled
energies with Dr. J. II. McLean’s
Strengthening Cordial and Blood
Everybodr'k'iowsTh^Tn many dto-1 Purifier. $1.00 per bottle. For
the bottle is lost or won on the I ale by Crew & Human. |
Car* of th* Skin.
field at the skin; according es Ms safety
valve functions rise or fail. It is the
principle outlet of the body, four)-
more matter is carried out of the body by
the cutaneous surface every day than by
the alimentary canal.
It is a complete web of nerve# and
blood vessels; its thickly studded pores
constitute the vastest system of corporeal
drainage. Twenty-eight miles of tubing.
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This Kagasiae portrays Ameri-
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oeeaa, is Hied with pure high-class
literature, aud can be safely wel-
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NIU 2*4. SS >3 A TtA« IT BAIL
Buuste Ornp ef swrmS —to a>«fW mm *#-
mltf n sta# tut mmbm, U <*.
ri—lifil wftk dtlMr.
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CETUPCLUBS.
Summer teim begin* Jfitreli 7, ittttl ftintiniie* six months. Anmml session bo
gins November 7, ISK7 itiiil ton months. - _
Tuition, $1 50 to $-1 (Ml n month., Incidental fee fl 00 a >v-nr. Music, print-
ing, drawing anil embroidery nt reduced rule*. Hoard $7 00 it mouth.
1 For further particulars, address the secretary, I>- !•- ’■',I, . „
’ Secretary of Boa.d of Directors,
0-Poslolflce, tyills Point, Texas.
ICROW & HUMAN,
—DEALERS IN—
I
7,000,000 pores,
closed, (Use
become par-
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fitted and intended to be the
of the physician in hisoan- [
Centaur
Twice Three He ore aud Ten.
A writer in Ehe Journal of Man.l
published in Boston, holds that ‘‘the at-
tainable limits of human longevity-are
generally underrated by the medical pro-
fession and by popular opinion. In-
stead of the Scriptural limit of three
score and ten," he says, “I would esti-
mate twice that amount, or 140 yean, as
the ideal age of healthy longevity, when
mankind shall have been bred end traiBed
with the same wine energy that has been
expended on horses and cattle. Of pie
present scrub race, a very large number
ought never to have been born, and
ought not to be allowed to transmit their
physical and moral deficientvw to poster-
ity." Thi* estimate, he insists, is 41s-
tained by the number of persons at the
age at 140 found in Italy under a census
by one of the Roman emperors. It is
aided, moreover, by the number of per-
sons in this country who Have passed the
century limit.—Detroit Free Prem.
Th. Professional Mater.
These eePng contest*, quail or any-
thing else, are not so common as they
used to be. They used to be popular
down south, where big niggers were
hired to eat against each other. A pro-
fessional eater (1 don’t believe there lire
any now) will train on certain foods and
go right through his job on time at, an
average rate, and not be sick when he is
done. When it conies to drinking,, that
i4 a different thing, all depending an the
make op at the man. One man oouhl
drink a quart of whisky at a swalErw,
while another would drop dead. A man
can aocustom himself to do feats at eat-
ing, hut he must naturally have a capacity
tor drinking.—Jack Family in Gloto
Democrat._
The value at a human Ufa, end meted
from Ufa assurance and wage storiettes, is
$14,600. The value, however, Is not
reaUasd without wash and growth.
VI mn a young man who vhae oadt at
work and money unit in rags enures to
you for help, tell him "dere vhae room at
der top.” It vhas good adviee—and
worry sheap.—Cert Dundee in Detroit
Free Press.
If you gif eomepody advice find out
first how he believes, und dan make your
advice to agree with it. Dsr man whose
advice doan' tally mit our npinistis vhas
no good.—Carl Dunder.
It is said that a person can live cheaper,
and at the same time more artiotocret
ically, in Geneva, Switzerland, than
any other city in the world.
The meanest at
that originate in
all scandals MB those
- In old I
brought children
bring parents down, I ^ PfSb!
• What Makes Papar Tara Tattew.
A recent writer has shown that the
yellowing of paper is due to the oxidation
of paper by light, and especially the more
refrangible rays. The dioodtnrmricn is
more marked in wood papbrs than ta rag
papers, and more rapid in moist than in
dry air. Two practical resttlts of this study
ore, first, to keep libraries os dry M posa-
ble. end secondly, that the eteOtric Ught
fat far inferior to gas cr oil, as the refrangi-
ble rays for so large a proportion at its
IM* ' ■ ,
Professor Proctor, In'hte sew bookWI
“Chance and Lock,” undertakes to tell
the chances of gatttagh*Bdsortefl^W
tossing a penny. I*
“heads" will not
“tails” head*'' in 1
31 to B0. If you teas
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STORE ON 4TH STREET
[Wills Point, - - Texas.
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Yantis, R. E. The Wills Point Chronicle. (Wills Point, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 21, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 26, 1887, newspaper, May 26, 1887; Wills Point, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1142597/m1/4/?q=music: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Van Zandt County Library.