The Alvin Sun. (Alvin, Tex.), Vol. 18, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, September 4, 1908 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER II.—Continued.
‘‘They’re all Americans." replied the
accommodating lady—"even my sec-
retary. She was at »ny niece's hoard-
ing school, and by my arrangement
■chaperoned the party of girls on their i
trip over. When I met her she seemed .
such a bright, capable little thing I en-
gaged her at once for my secretary,
as my eyes are bad. As for the Agath-
ns, one of them roomed with my niece
at school, another she met wnile visit-
ing her friends in holiday time, anoth-
er she became acquainted with quite
by accident on the train, and the oth-
ers came in answer to an advertise-
ment.”
"Wonderful that so many girls could
be found who were all so attractive,"
I said again.
"They are attractive, aren't they?"
she assented: "and their frocks are
pretty, too. 1 made them get colored
things to wear this second year of
mourning for my brother in-law. I do
so hate to see young girls wearing
black, and every article they pu’. on
comes from New York city.”
‘I thought as much," I said. "I
thought they seemed mo-e like Amer-
ican than English girls. \nd how
long has your niece been here?"
I asked the last question because I
was afraid the conversation was going
to stop and I felt that in another mo-
ment Mrs. Annistead might inad
vertently drop a h nt as to the identity
of the real Agatha. It was very ex-
citing.
"Nearly a year. This is the last six
weeks of the second year of mourning,
and the first of the two years she is
to spend with her girl companions at
the castle. You know my brotherin-
law disapproved of girls ‘coming out,’
as they call it, and placing themselves
on the marriage market. He'd rather
have the young men come to see them
in their own homes, so he put off my
.niece's piesentation as long as he
could, hoping she’d be married before
that time, I think."
"And have you entertained many
young men as yet?”
"My dear man! I should think we
had, nearly two dozen at least And
they were too funny, unobtrusively
trying to discover which was the girl
witi the money, although that is really
against the spirit of the whole thing,
as it is contrary to the object of the
will."
At this point I grew rather thought-
ful.
"Dear, dear!” she went on, "how
cautiously they did go about their
courtships! They were all after the
money, I fear. This if a mercenary
world’ All the girls have received
offeis, but none of them has accepted.”
“What hard-hearted misses they
muB*. be!” I exclaimed. "Are they al!
like that in America. I wonder?" And
I couldn't help thinking of that girl I
met last summer.
"I don't know, I'm sure,” replied
Mrs. Annistead. “It's not .'ike English
girls They're always ready and will-
ing to marry off whenever their mam
mas have provided eligible i»artis for
them. But 1 can understand it in this
case. No one of the Agathab Is more
than 22 years old, and it's great fun
for them, this care-free life at Castle
Wyckhoff. They have everything they
can possibly want that money can
buy—not one of them has ever been
in England before, and they are all de-
voted friends. What wonder that the
-charm and novelty of their somewhat
unusual life have not yet worn off.
Really it isn't strange to me that no
one of i hem has been able to make up
her mind to leave the enchanted cas-
tle—though, to be sure. 1 think that
young Murray Brancepeth very nearly
carried off one of our Agathas. She
seemt to fancy him, and between our-
selves I think he'll win her yet.”
"And if he dees he'll win the twenty
millions with her. 1 suppose?"
I said this coolly, in a matter-of-fact
tone, and waited for he*- denial or ac-
quiescence. successfully concealing my
Interest in the reply.
i Agatha Wyckhoff.
r Agatha Wyckhoffs
the plot revealed,
step-father, in an acentric
made his will so that the real
heiress to his fortune and the
castle at Wye. England, might wed her
affinity. Thus Mrs. Armtotead. chaperon,
was In duty bound to keep the real
Agatha's Identity unknown and suitors
were invited to tryout for the hand of the
■heiress.
Lord Wilfred Vincent and Archibald
Torhune are introduced at the opening of
the story, in England, the latter relating
the tale The pair on an outing miss
■their train and seeking recreation meet
■“the Honorable Agatha Wyckhoff." Her
hand is much sought after, because of
her wealth. On visiting the Wyckhoff
■castle they are Introduced to two other
girls, both known as
At dinner three other
are introduced and t
The deceased step-fat her.
moment,
Agatha,
castle at Wy<
nity. Thus
i In
SYNOPSIS.
the
"I told
ABSENT-MINDED.
AGATHA FOURTH.
The client
tativcly.
boy of his age.
it
the j
themselves.
Ing sent out
office of
I Hiding.
tor I have always I
found that when the girls tire of his 1
fun they are very glad to fall back j
drawing room, without heeding my re-
monstrances. I’ ‘ J
I them, I may say.
I It was on the third day of onr stay
WHAT THE TRADE MARK MEANS
TO THE BUYER
CHAPTER III.
Di.-appointed and somewhat cha-
grined at Mrs Arrnistead's answer. 1
rose to my feet and prepared to join
the young ladies in the drawing room.
I had been so interested !n discussing
Fletcher Boyd's will with Mrs. Arm-
j Full Confidence Between the Accused
and His Defender.
I tell him and put a formidable rival .
j into the field? Not that I'm afraid of dans. Buddhists. Brahmins and ail :
other non-Christians except the Jews '
{ number together about 1.400,000,000, ;
41V I.n I
Agatha First, or rather, he was show-
ing her how to play, for he was hang-
ing over the back of her chair and
moving her hand with bis hand when-
ever it was her move.
"Good-morning, Miss Agatha." I said,
pleasantly; "how does the game
progress? Is Lord Wilfred an efficient
teacher?”
"Very,” replied the young lady, short-
Bui she gave me neither; she began
to say something, but checked herself
suddenly and looked at me admiringly.
"You're a clever man,” she said, in-
stead, “but you can’t get any info.ma
tion out of me. Lots of them have
tried, but it's no use. Besides, it ’sn't
fair.
I wandered into the library and began
: to explore the tall bookshelves to find
something that interested me. And 1
found it, though ft wasn't exactly for
I what I had been looking. On the
I lowest shelf 1 discovered three heavy
I but new-looking albums. From idle
curiosity to look at what I supposed
were pictures of the dead barons of
Wyckhoff I dusted the first of the big
oooks and began to turn the leaves. I
found it full of photographic repro-
ductions of oil paintings depicting the
ladies of the family, and on the last
page of the book I came upon a pic-
ture which thoroughly startled me. It
was a copy of a full-length portrait of
the last Baroness Wyckhoff, whose
second husband had been Fletcher
Boyd. The picture showed a slender
little lady, with straight dark hair,
an aquiline nose, and a dark complex-
ion, the living image of Agatha Sixth!
Stunned by the importance of my
find I closed the book, put back the
albums where I had found them and
stole from the room. I had a guilty
feeling, almost as it I had done some-
thing wrong, yet it had been an acci-
dent for which no one could really
blame me. Full of excitement. I went
to find Vincent to acquaint him with
my good news, and discovered him in
■ the morning room playing chess with
The ethics cf the difference between
the professional opinion of a paid ad-
vocate and the honest conviction of a
learned man were set forth by a well-
known English barrister who died re-
cently. It was a case of murder, and
the client and counsel were closeted !
together. "Smith." said the barrister, '
"of course. I know you didn't murder j
the man, but, as a matter of fact, did
you do it with the butt end of a re-
volver or with a stick?”
"Sir," said Smith, "I swear I am In-
"I know that perfectly well, '
who has seen the world and is ac-
quainted with Shakespeare and the
1 glasses. Nevertheless i:
Thoreau's Sensible Answer.
When the forest haunting hermit
Thoreau lay on hi*» deathbed, a Cal-
vinlstlc friend called to make inquiry
regarding his soul. "Henry,” he said,
anxiously, "have you made your peace
I with God?” "John.” replied the dying
naturalist. In a whisper. 1 didn't
know that God and myself had quar-
reled!"
‘produce the revolver!'
paused and scratched his head medi- i
“It was the butt end of a
revolver, sir.” "That’s right"' said the '
counsel; “I think I can get you off
now.”
it was on me tnira aay or our stay *•«> ■ ••
when Vincent and I had begun to feel | anywhere near middle age,
thoroughly at home at Castle Wyck-
hoff. and when Vincent had begun to
feel more than thoroughly at home
1 I am Vincent's
dent determined w vuu<u.uu>-
j cate my discovery to him Why should
! with Agatha First, that I made an I tell him and pr* - •~~.rn.ni. I
■ important discovery. The morning into the field? h
i was rainy, and after breakfast there Vincent exactly,
was nothing to do but to reac—that
is, until Agatha Sixth came down J — . ------ -
stairs. I had found her to be an m upon an experienced man like myself,
■ usually well educated girl and had who ha- *K" -—’*• *~ —
| given her all my attention during the (,—.1./.--
I three days I musical
Number of Heathens.
Tn the world's religions those who |
are usually termed heathen have a j
larger place numerically than all the
other religious divisions Muhamme- I
dans. Buddhists. Brahmins and
Cape Cod Fog.
"Yes," remarked the Down Easter,
“we do have fog along Cape Cod some-
times. One night the fog came up and
in the morning when I went to milk
I couldn't find the old cow. Knew
where she was in the habit of lying,
though, and followed her easy enough.
Got to her just in time, too.
"Why, 1 just went through the hole
she made in the fog—sort of a tunnel
like—and pretty soon I came up to
her. She was almost smothered. You
*Tve forgotten j Sec the fog had packed ahead of her
and she'd jammed her horns into it
and got stuck. Had to chop her out.
You may believe it or not, but I’ll
show you the cow any time you come
’round."—Philadelphia Public Ledger.
nocent." *
but you must tell me. For if you did
it with a revolver I shall say to the
prosecution, ’produce the stick!’ and
if you did it with a stick, I shall say, I
‘nrodtlCP thp rpvn ITPr' ' ’ Thn salient I
leaving but about 148,000,000 to be |
divided among the Roman Catholics,
Protestants of all denominations. Ar-
menian, Greek, and Abyssinian Cath- j
odes and Jews
I seemed a pity to invite Vincent to en- t
ter the lists against me, for 1 had fully
made up my mind to win Agatha j
Sixth. Not that 1 am mercenary—not
at all. But it had bee^ some time i
since I seriously considered marrying,
and, after all, I thought, why not con-
sider it now and. as long as I was se-
lecting a wife, why not pick out one
of these six girls? They were all
beautiful and accomplished. “And
why not.” I asked myself, "while 1
am about it. make it that one of the
Agathas, whose title was the honor-
able, with twenty millions?" Twenty
millions, when you think of it, ought
to keep a careful man comfortable
for life, and Vincent was smart
enough—let him look out for himself.
We spent the evening of that day
each according to his fancy—Vincent
playing tag and blind-man s buff with
four of the girls, whiledhe fifth played
on the piano, and I in the next room
reading Edmund Burke's speeches
1 aloud, while my adored Agatha Sixth
did fancy-work. She really did every-
' thing very well. Finally Vincent and
I took our leave, and when we were in
our own rooms and Vincent had
wrapped himself in my favcrlte bath-
1 robe and appropriated my armchair.
1 I was almost tempted to te'l him all
1 about it. Just as I was about to begin
he spoke.
"Arch, my boy.” he said—a disre-
spectful method of - ’ ’ress, by -the-way,
but I let him proceed—“Arch my boy,
do you know I like that girl, Agatha
First? She's a true sport, and that
plump little one with the blue eyes
Is a pacesetter."
"Agatha Third, you mean?" I asked.
"I was not aware that you had got any I
further than our introduction with
her.”
"Oh, yes " said Vincent, as though
it were the easiest thing in the world;
fortunes with her all after-
noon and played tag with her most of
the evening yesterday."
"Really, Vincent.” I said sarcastical-
ly, "that fortune-telling game of yours
Can't you find some-
istead that I had completely forgotten
Vincent. At first I thought he had al
ready left the room, but in a moment
I heard him laugh and discovered him
actually sitting on the floor before the
fire, playing a species of mumble-the-
peg with the secretary. Extremely un-
becoming conduct for both of them. 1
thought, and Mrs. Annistead thought
so, too, for she spoke sharply to the
secretary, who left the room with red- ly, and both of them looked at me
dened cheeks. Vincent, however, was with such insolent hostility that I was
unabashed, and, after holding the door obliged to leave the room, murmuring
open for her, he followed me to the apologies fcr intruding.
~y re. j wa3 rat|jer vexed with Vincent
He seldom does heed J about this; he doesn't show me quite
T- j the respect due an older man from a
Not that I am old. or
, but still
senior, and this inci-
dent determined me not to communi-
Statx nr Ohio Crrr or Tolkpo. '
l.V<AS COVNTY > SS-
Frank J. ('iikn-ky mnkea oath that he Is senior
partner of the firm of F J. CHENEY A Co., doing
bustnesa in the City of Toledo. County and Stato
. aforesaid, a >d that raid firm w hi pay the aum of
I ONE IH’XDItl.Ii DOLLARS for each and every
I r.uM‘ of Catai.iih that cannot be cured by the use ot
Kall*9 Catarrh Cvke.
FRANK J CHENEY.
Sworn to •tefore me and snbw-ribed tn my prcw-nce,
thia 6th day of December. A. D . 1886.
J I A. W GLEASON.
I f Notary Pvelic.
Hall'a Catarrh Cure is taken internally and act»
dir.-.- tiy upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the
system. Send for testimonials, tree.
F. I. CHENEY A CO.. Toledo. O.
Sold by all DrwntisU. 75c.
lake Hall s Family Fills for constipation.
Few people realize the imjiortance
I of the words “Trade Murk” stamped
on the goods they buy. if they d’d
j it would save them many a dollar
spent for worthless goods and put a
lot of unscrupulous manufacturers
| out of the business.
When a manufacturer adopts a
trade mark he assumes the entire re-
sponsibility for the merit of his prod-
uct. He takes his business repu-
tion in his 1 nds—out in the lime-
light— "on the square" with the buy-
er of his goods, with the dealer, and
with himself.
Thd other manufacturer—the one
who holds out "inducements.” offer-
ing to brand all goods purchased with
each local dealer's brand — sidesteps
responsibility, and when these infe-
rior goods “come back” it's the local
dealer that must pay the penalty.
A good example of the kind of pro-
tection afforded the public by a trade
mark is that offered in connection
with National I-ead Company's adver-
tising cf pure White Lead as the best
paint material.
That the Dutch Boy Painter trade
mark is an absolute guaranty of puri-
ty in White Lead is proved to the
most skeptical by the offer National
Lead Company make to send free to
any address a blow-pipe and instruc-
tions how to test the white lead for
The testing outfit is be-
from the New York
company. Woodbridge
is a little old.
thing new?"
“What's the tree, so long as
works?” he replied, watching
smoke from that nasty pipe of his curl
upward to the celling. "But I tell you
what,” he pursued, reflectively, “that
girl with the fair hair who played the
piano, Agatha Fourth, she s a stun-
ner.”
“Upon my word, Vincent,” I expostu-
lated, "where do you find time for so
many of them at once? Doesn't
Agatha First feel neglected?”
“I suppose so,” replied the young In-
solent. "but I can't help that. I'm
going to give them all a whirl—but
Arch’bald”—he was getting sleepy and
his pipe had gone out—“I really do
like red hair best.”
"I don’t knew what you are talking
about," I said, impatiently—“but. Vin-
cent, I want to tell you something. I've
made a discovery.”
"What is it ?” he said, without the
slightest interest, and I changed my
mind again.
"Nothing.” I said,
what it was.”
Vincent rose. and. stretching him-'
self mightily, went toward his own '
room. At the door he turned and I
smiled one of the smiles he d<»es not !
often give to men. and I felt that this i
one was not meant for me.
“I've made a discovery, too. Arch," !
he said.
I stared at him in amazement won-
dering what was coming.
“Whats that?" I asked.
"I've discovered that Miss Marsh's :
eyes are gray, ns gray as stars." he |
said, only half aloud, and disappeared
into his room.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
HERE’S PRETTY POINT OF LAW.
REMAINS THE SAME.
Well Brewed Postum Always Palatable
Old Gent—Here, you boy, what are
you doing out here, fishing? Don't
you know jou ought to be at school?
Small Boy—There now! 1 knew I'd
forgotten something.
The flavour of Postum, when boiled
according to directions, is always the
same—mild, distinctive, and palatable.
It contains no harmful substance like
caffeine, the drug in coffee, and hence
may be used with benefit at all times.
"Believing that coffee was the cause
of my torpid liver, sick headache and
misery in many wayt,” writes an Ind.
lady, “I quit u;.d bought a package of
Postum alxuit a year ago.
"My husband and I have been so
well pleased that we have continued
to drink Postum ever since. We like
the taste of Postum better than coffee,
as it has always the same pleasant
flavour, while coffee changes its taste
with about every new’ combination or
'Since using Postum I have had no
.nore attacks of gall colic, the heavi-
ness has left my chest, and the old.
common, every-day headache is a
thing unknown.” ' There's a Reason.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to
Wellviile," in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A new
ne appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.
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Bailey, Charles B. The Alvin Sun. (Alvin, Tex.), Vol. 18, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, September 4, 1908, newspaper, September 4, 1908; Alvin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1249923/m1/3/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Alvin Community College.