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GALVESTON
TRIBUNE: MONDAT,
NOVEMBER 16,
1908.
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It is said that Artist Earle wishes
to be forgotten, and everybody else
wishes he was.
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norther and the fuel men are smiling.
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Let the treasure hunters alone. They
would probably be wasting time some
other way if they were not hunting
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GRAND OLD TEXAS.
Austin Statesman.
In
That individual who makes a good
living for his family has more than
passing claim to genius.
Germany’s chief interest today is in
finding out whether the emperor will
stand for the call down.
Here’s prophesying many years
work for the big dredge Gal-
in the Greater Galveston har-
There was no “channel” news from
Houston in Saturday’s papers. Did the
norther blow all the water out?
him my regards. So long.”
He was unwinding his long legs pre-
He’s out.”
“Gee,1 you’re also snippy. Well, give
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published Every Week Day Afternoon at
The Tribune Building, 22d and Post-
office Sts., Galveston, Texas.
broadly obtained among the laity.
Where a corporation or an individual
tails in the performance of assumed
obligations just compensation should
be made to the party who suffers there-
{by, but when it is essayed to add to
this, under the designation of punitory
recompense, when it is attempted to
make the law what it is believed it was
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One Texas newspaper headline
reads “Are Still Drinking Much,” but
the story relates to booze. Another
one uses the line “Shot in Court Room”
above the story telling of a man be-
ing wounded in the head. Queer
things will happen.
er at that age.
months old.
me today.
ladies’ man,” grinned Elias, puffing at
his pipe as he picked up the volumes
on Napoleon. Eddie laughed politely,
but uncomfortably.
“How old are you, Mr. Droom?”
“I’m as old as Methuselah.”
“Aw, go way!”
“When he was a boy,” laughed Elias,
enjoying his quip immensely. “Miss
Cable seems to be very fond of Gray-
don. That will last for a couple ol
years, and then she’ll probably be lika
two-thirds of the rest of ’em. Other
men will .be paying attention to her
and she looking for admiration every-
where. You’d be surprised to know
how much of that is going on in Chi-
cago. Women can’t seem to be satis-
fied with one husband. They must
have another one or two—usually some<
body else’s.”
I To Be Continued.)
CONDITIONS.
Denton Record and Chronicle.
The alleged author of the proposed
bill to require Texans to wear nine-
foot shirt tails in order to increase
the consumption of cotton announces
that if his ideas are carried out the
nine-foot tails will be required only in
the six fall and winter months. Some
consolation.
Entered at the Postoffice in Galveston as
Sscond-Ciass Mail Matter.
BEER OR DINNER?
Brownwood Bulletin.
Brownwood needs to do something
to get more of the bucket brigade lo-
cated here.
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Funeral o£ Mrs. Sweeney.
The funeral of Mrs. Gertrude
Sweeney, who died at St. Mary’s in-
firmary Friday night shortly after 11
o’clock as the result of burns re-
ceived at her home during that after-
noon, was held from the late resi-
dence, 1813 Twenty-fifth street, Sun-
day afternoon at 3 o’clock, interment
being made in Lakeview cemetery.
Deceased was born in Milton, FIa.>
on Sept. 19, 1861, and came to Galves-
ton in company with her parents. She
had resided here for about thirty
years. She leaves two daughters, Mrs.
E. D. Clark of Lake Charles, La., a»d
Mrs. Fred Bennett of Oklahoma City,
Ok., who arrived here Saturday. She
is survived by a sister, Mrs. W. J*
Nichols of this city.
warns of the danger of too close con-
tact with the blazing furnace; one may
persist but he must accept the conse-
quences. Man-made laws, beipg of
human manufacture, are necessarily far
from perfect, but they are constructed
after the models found in nature and
are not to be considered as instruments
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TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION
Delivered by carrier or by mail, portage
prepaid:
Mrs. Bertha Finck Papini.
Mrs. Bertha Finck Papini, aged 48
years, wife of Stephen Papini, died last
night at the family residence, 2)19 110th.
street, at 9.45, after a lingering illness.
The funeral took place at 3 o’clock
this afternoon and interment was mada
in Lakeview cemetery. The pallbearers
were Messrs. B. Boussion, Nelson,
Pautsch, Hoffman, Chase and Brion.
The deceased was a native of New;
Orleans and had been a resident of Gal-1
veston for nearly thirty years. Surviv-
ing are a husband, three children, Es-
talle and Lena Papini, and Mr. James M.
Finck of the Tribund typographical de-
partment, and other relatives and a
large circle of friends. ■
winter in f
toned up so
winter’s grasp; that’s what we
Winter in early November. May
autumn in February.
about our Texas weather.
versified as. our soils and crops. Great
is Texas.
There may be some kind of trick-
ery in connection with the death of
the Chinese emperor, but the rest of
the world will be a long time finding
it out.
BOASTING.
San Antonio Gazette.
Now, if Judge Taft would spend the
Antonio he would be
by March 4 that he would
’’make the greatest president we ever
had.
very essence
Eddie,
chair.
“She’s very pretty. Mr. Graydon in
troduced me to her.”
“Gee!” was all Eddie could say.
“They .were crossing Wells street
down below here on the way hom<
from a nickel plater’s in Indiana street,
I saw her years ago, but she didn’t re-
member me.
ever.”
“I—how could she have forgotten
you?”
“Oh, she’d have forgotten her moth-
She was but three
I don’t think she liked
I’m not what you call a
with characteristic thoughtlessness
Droom stirred the Are and scowled
“Were you ever married?”
“No. I don’t believe in marriage,"
said Droom sullenly. “I saw the girt
today that young Graydon Bansemei
is to marry—Miss Cable.”
“Say, she’s swell, isn’t she?” said
The old man slunk into hit
never intended to be.
will be many who will not agree with
this mild interpretation of a code which
has ever been associated in the mind
with fines and imprisonments; there
were in the days behind us those who
doubted the expediency of lessening the
wheri the law declared that an eye for
eye, a tooth for a tooth, contained the
of personal rights; and
were it possible to rid the profession
of certain practitioners who appear to
delight in holding up the law as a hob-
gobblin with which to frighten people
into being good, the most important
step forward ever taken by the law
would be written. While law says im-
prisonment awaits the man who steals
from his neighbor, it is the thief who
compels society to incarcerate him that
society might be true to itself and pro-
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the law
After all there are few of the “say-
nothing” men who have the wood-
sawing Irabit.
The country is just as anxious for
Thanksgiving to get here as it was
election day to arrive, but the
of the anxiety are different.
He was -without a coat, and his shirt
sleeves were rolled far above the elbows.
if they thought their bodies would be
everlastingly destroyed by quicklime
they’d hesitate before killing their fel-
low men.”
“But they already bury them in
quicklime in England,” said Eddie
loftily.
“Yes, but not until after they’re
dead,” said Droom, with a cackle.
He grinned broadly at the sight of the
youth’s horror struck face. “Go ahead
and smoke, my boy. I’ll light my pipe.
Make yourself at home. I keep the
window closed to keep out the sound
of those Wells street cars. It’s good
of you to come over here and cheer up
an old man’s evenings. I’m—I’m not
used to it,” he said, with a wistful
touch which was lost to Eddie.
“You ought to have a wife and a lot
of children, Mr. Droom,” said Eddie,
In a recent decision handed, down by
one of the superior courts of the state,
in which a corporation had been sued
for damages because of non-perform-
ance of service, the court took excep-
tion to language contained in the brief
wherein it was averred that the
asked in recompense from the corpora-
tion shiud be assessed against the de-
fendant as a punishment. Very prop-
erly the justice, in giving his opinion,
objected to having the law classed as
an intrument punitory in its functions
and every step made toward higher
ground in properly placing the law
where it is intended to be is a move
(n the direction of a more enlightened
civilization.
Some departments of human exper-
ience have traveled toward perfection
more rapidly than what we are pleased
to term the law, although our ideas of
what constitutes justice is far nearer
the humane definition of the term than
To make the law a scourge appears to
be the ambition of quite a number of
those who are supposed to be adept in
legal practice and it is therefore not to
be wondered that the idea has so
Those balloonists who left Los An-
geles yesterday for a record-breaking
flight had nerve enough to entitle
them to success. They had sense
enough to avoid possible ocean baths,
too.
warns any and all who contemplate
depredating upon the rights of another
of the danger incurred just as the heat
Cut This Story Oat anef. Keep It.
“I haven’t forgotten New York,” said
the clerk dryly.
“Ah, but Chicago isn’t New York,
youjsmow.”
“Well, I was just reminding you.
This man is going to fight back, that
is plain.”
“That’s what Mrs. Norwood prom-
ised to do also, Elias. But she was
like a lamb in the end.”
“I wouldn’t be very proud of that af-
fair if I were you.”
“See here, Droom, you’re getting a
trifle too familiar of late. I don’t like
it,” said Bansemer sharply.
“I beg your pardon, . Mr. Bansemer,”
said Droom, scraping his foot across the
floor and looking straight past his mas-
ter’s head. “It’s for the good of the
cause, that’s all. It wouldn’t do on
Graydon’s account for you to be driven
from Chicago at this time. You see, he
thinks you are beyond reproach.”
“Curse your impudence, Droom!
won’t be spoken to in that way,” ex-
claimed Bansemer, white with sudden
rage and loathing.
“Am I to1 expect my discharge, sir?”
asked Droom, rubbing his hands ab-
jectly, but looking squarely into Ban-
semer’s eyes for the first time in their
acquaintance. Bansemer glared back
for an instant and then shrugged his
shoulders, with a nervous laugh.
“We shan’t quarrel, Elias,” he said.
“Speaking of Graydon, he is to be mar-
ried before long.”
“I trust he is to do well, sir. Gray-
don is a fine boy.”
“He is to marry David Cable’s daugh-
ter.”
“Indeed! I did not know that David
Cable had a daughter.”
“You know whom I mean—Jane Ca-
ble.” He turned rather restlessly, con-
scious that Droom’s eyes were follow-
ing him to the window. He glanced
Bgaln at Mrs. Cable’s note and waited.
“I suppose you are pleased,” said
Drooin after a long pause.
“Certainly! Jane is a splendid girl.
She’s beautiful, accomplished and—
well, she’s thoroughbred,” said Ban-
semer steadily, turning to face the old
man.
“It is not necessary to remind you i
that her parents are unknown,” said
Droom.
“Still,” said Bansemer, and he sat
down and leaned forward eagerly, “she
has good blood from both sides.”
“Yes—the so called best.”
“You speak as if you know the
truth.”
“I think—yes, I’m sure I know. I
have known for twenty years, Mr.
Bansemer. I had the same means as
you of finding out whose child she
was.”
“That’s more than Mrs. Cable knows.”
“She did not take the trouble to in-
vestigate. It’s too late now.”
“I don’t believe you really know the
names of her father and mother,” said
Bansemer shrewdly. “You are trying
to trick me into telling you what I do
know.”
“There are portraits of her ancestors
hanging in Fifth avenue,” said Droom
promptly. “Here,” and he picked up a
pencil, “I’ll write the initials of her
parents. You do the same, and we’ll
see that they tally.” He quickly
scratched four letters on a pad of pa-
per. Bansemer hesitated and then
slowly wrote the initials on the back
of an envelope. Without a word they
exchanzed the Daoers. After a moment
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CHAPTER XI.
STI EVERAL weeks later Ed-
die Deever announced
k quite breathlessly to Rig-
by that he was going to
visit Droom in his Wells
-7 street rooms. The two
had found a joint affinity in Napoleon,
although it became necessary for the
law student to sit up late at night,
n&glecting other literature, in order to
established anything like an adequate
acquaintance with the lamented Cor-
sican.
Rigby was now morally certain that
James Bansemer was all that Harbert
had painted. To his surprise, however,
the man was not openly suspected by
other members of the bar. He had
been accepted as a man of power and
ability. Certainly he was too clever
to expose himself and too wary to
leave peepholes for others engaged in
that business. Rigby was debating
the wisdom of going to Bansemer with '
his accusations and the secret advice
to leave the city before anything hap-
pened that might throw shame upon
Graydon. The courage to do the thing
alone was lacking.
Graydon was full of his happiness.
He had asked Rigby to act as his
“best man” in September, and Bobby
had promised. On occasions when the
two young men discussed the coming
event with Jane and Miss Clegg, Rig-
by’s preoccupied air was strangely in
contrast with the animation of the
others. Graydon accused his liver
and advised him to go to French Lick.
Far from that, the old quarterback
was gradually preparing himself to go
to James Bansemer. To himself he
was saying as he put off the disagree-
able task from day to day; “He’ll kick
me out of the office, and that’s all the
reward I’ll get for my pains. Graydon
will hate me In the end.”
James Bansemer had proposed a trip
to Europe as a wedding journey, a
present from himself, bflt Graydon de-
clined. He would not take an exten-
sive leave of absence from the office
of Clegg, Groll & Davidson at this
stage of his career.
The morning after his visit to the
abode of Elias Droom, Eddie Deever
strolled into the office of Bobby Rigby.
He looked as though he had spent a
sleepless night. Mr. Rigby was out,
but Miss Keating was “at home.” She
was scathingly polite to her delinquent
admirer. Eddie’s visits of late to the
office had not been of a social charac-
ter. He devoted much of his time to
low toned conversations with Rigby.
Few were the occasions when he
lounged affably upon her typewriting
desk as of yore.
“You look as if you’d had a night of
it,” remarked Rosie. Eddie yawned
obligingly. “Don’t sit on my desk.
Can’t you see those letters?”
“Gee, you’re getting touchy of late.
I’ll move the letters.”
“No, you won’t,” she objected. "Be-
sides, it doesn’t look well. What if
some one should come in suddenly?”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I
got out suddenly, would it?”
tained his seat on the desk,
where’s Rigby?”
“You mean Mr. Rigby?
penalty for the theft of a pig to any-
thing short of hanging, yet we have so
far progressed away from this barbaric
idea of law that a proposition to re-
turn to it would call down maledictions
upon the head of the person who had
the temerity to suggest it; confiscation
of earthly possessions was at one time
considered proper and mete for
person who differed politically from the
ruling power; today an endeavor to re-
turn to this practice would spell de-
thronement to an// ruler who would at-
tempt it; so then we have progressed
quite considerably toward enlighten-
ment even in the law and some day it
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may be expected that a mention of the
word law will not call before the mind
a picture of punishment in some form
or other, either prisons, the stocks or
the payment of money over and beyond
the cost of all damages suffered by the
injured individual.
U Want to Lt Lmior if Wot New.
they both smiled in relief. Neither had
been tricked. The initials were identi-
cal.
“I imagine the ancestors hanging in
Fifth avenue would be amazed if they
knew the story of Jane,” said Droom,
with a chuckle.
“I doubt it, Droom. Ancestors have
stories, too, and they hide them.”
“By the way, now that your son is to
marry her, I’d like to know just what
your game is.”
Bansemer turned on him like a tiger,
his steely eyes blazing.
“Game? There is no game. Listen to
me, Droom. We’ll settle this nowlj I’m
a bad man, but I’ve tried to be a good
father. People have called me heart-
less. So be it. But I love that boy of
mine. What little heart I have be-
longs to him. There can be no game
where he is concerned, Some , day per-
haps he’ll find out thd kind of a man
I’ve been to others, but can always re-
member that I was fair and honest
with him. He’ll despise my methods,
and he’ll spurn my money, but he’ll
have to love me. Jane Cable is not the
gjrl I would have chosen for him, but
she is good and true, and he loves
her.”
For the first time in his life Elias
Droom shrank beneath the eyes of his
master. He hated James Bansemer
from the bottom of his wretched soul/t
but he could not but feel at this mo-
ment a touch of admiration.
Through all the years of their asso-
ciation Elias Droom had hated Ban-
semer because he was qualified to be
the master, because he wa| successful
and forceful, because he had loved and
been loved, because they had been class-
mates, but not equals. In the bitter-
ness of his heart he had lain awake on
countless nights praying—but not to
his God—that the time would come
when he could stand ascendant over
this steely master. Only his unswerv-
ing loyalty to a duty once assumed
kept him from crushing Bansemer with
exposure years before. But Droom
was not a traitor. He remained stand-
ing, lifting his eyes after a brief, shift-
ing study of his bony hands.
“You have nothing to fear from me,”
he said. “Your boy is the only being
in the world that I care for. He hates
me. Everybody hates me. But it
doesn’t matter. I asked what your
game was because we know Jane’s
father and mother. That’s all. Mrs.
David Cable, I presume, can be preyed
upon with safety.”
“Mrs; Cable has much to lose,” sig-
nificantly.
“And how much to pay?” with a
meaning look.
“That is her affair, Droom.”
“I wouldn't press her too hard,” cau-
tioned Droom. “She’s a woman.”
“Never fear. I’m going there for
dinner tonight. It’s a family affair.
By the way, here’s a letter from a dis-
tinguished political leader. He sug-
gests that I act on the city central com-
mittee for the coming year.”
They heard some one* at the outer
door at that moment, and Droom glid-
ed forth from the inner room to greet
the visitor. It was Eddie Deever.
“Say, Mr. Droom, do you suppose
Mr. Bansemer would object if I sat
down for a few minutes to look over
his books on ‘Famous Crimes In His-
tory?’ Old Smith hasn’t got ’em.”
“Go ahead,” said Droom, taking his
: seat at the desk. x .
She’s a fine looker.”
“Rubberneck!”
“Say, Rosie, I’m going to ask a girl
to go to the theater with me,” said
Eddie complacently.
“Indeed! Well, ask her.
care.”
“Tomorrow night. Will you go?”
“Who? Me?”
“Sure. I—I wouldn’t take anybody
else, you know.”
“What theater?*’ she asked, with her
rarest smile.
At that instant Rigby came in. With-
out a word Eddie popped up, a bit red
in the face, and followed the lawyer
into the private room, closing the door
behind him. Rosie’s ears went very
pink, and she pounded the keys so
viciously that the machine trembled on
the verge of collapse.
“Gee, Mr. Rigby, that old Droom’s a
holy terror. He kept me there till after
1 o’clock. But I’m going back again
soon some night. He’s got an awful
joint. But that isn’t what I wanted to
see you about. I fan across May Rosa-
bel, that chorus girl I was telling you
about. Saw her downtown in a restau-
rant at 1 this morning. She wanted to
buy the drinks and said she had more
money than a rabbit. There was a
gang with her. I got her to one side,
and she said an uncle had just died
and left her a fortune. She wouldn’t
say how much, but it must have been
quite a bunch. I know all of her un-
cles. She’s got three. They work out
at Pullman, Mr. Rigby, and they
couldn’t leave 30 cents between them
if they all died at once.”
After hearing this Rigby decided to
confront Bansemer at once. It did not
occur to him until later that' the easiest
Ind most effective way to drive Bause-
ner from Chicago without scandal was
through Elias Droom. When the
thought came to him, however, he re-z
joiced. The new plan was to sow the
seeds of apprehension with Droom.
Bansemer would not be long in reap-
ing their harvest—of dismay. Ten ap-
parently innocent words from Eddie
Deever would open Droom’s eyes to the
dangers ahead.
Young Mr. Deever met with harsh
disappointment when he came forth to
renew his conversation with Rosie
Keating. She was chatting at the tele-
phone, her face wreathed in smiles.
“Thank you,” she was saying; “it
will be so nice. I was afraid I had an
engagement for tomorrow night, but I
haven’t. Everybody says it’s a per-
fectly lovely play. I’m crazy to see it.
What? About 7:30. It takes nearly
half an hour down on the Clark street
cable. Slowest old thing ever. All
right. Goodby.” Then she hung up the
receiver and turned upon Eddie, who
stood aghast near the desk. “Oh, I
thought you’d gone.”
“Say, what w’as that you were say-
ing over the phone? Didn’t I ask
you”—
“I’m going to the theater with Mr.
Kempshall. Why?”
Why, you know I asked
Mr. W. P. Quigg.
News has been receive in the city
of the death in Fort Worth of W. P.
Quigg, for many years in the whole-
sale grocery business in Galveston,
Mr. Quigg was engaged in business
here until about 1870, being a mem-
ber of the firm of Ayers, Quigg <£j
Briggs, George D. Briggs, now a resi-
dent of this city being a member.
After leaving Galveston Mr. Quigg re-
moved to Fort Bend county, where he
owned and operated what is now
known as the Harlem state farm.
From there he removed to Norteh
Texas, and finally settled in Fort
Worth, where he became superintend-
ent of the street railway. About ten
years ago, however, he retired on ac-
count of his health.
He was a plain, unassuming man,
but possessed many sterling qualities
that made him highly regarded by all
who knew him. He was recognized
for his moral worth and stability and
for his business integrity. Several
relatives survive him in Galveston.
paratory to’ a descent from his perch.
“Don’t rush,” she said quickly. He
rewound his legs and yawned. “Good-
ness, you’re not affected with insom-
nia, are you?”
“I’ve got it the worst way. I got
awake at 8 o’clock this morning, and
I couldn’t go to sleep again to save my
soul. It’s an awful disease. Will
Rigby be back soon?”
“It won’t matter. He’s engaged,”
she snapped, cracking away at her
machine.
"I’ve heard there was some Drosnect.
"Why?
you to”—
"You didn’t specify, Eddie, that’s
all. I’ll go some other night with you.
Goodby.” Clackety clack went the
machine, throwing insult into his very
face, as it were. He tramped out of
the office in high dudgeon.
“Confound this detective business
anyhow,” he might have been heard to
remark. Three nights later, however,
he took Rosie to the play, and on the
fourth night he was Droom’s guest
again In the rooms across the river.
He was well prepared to begin the
campaign of insinuation which was to
affect Bansemer In the end. Sitting
stiff and uncomfortable in the dingy
living room overlooking Wells street,
he watched with awe the master of
the place at work on the finishing
touches of a new “invention,” the uses
of which he did not offer to explain.
He was without a coat, and his shirt
sleeves were rolled far above the el-
bows, displaying long, sinewy arms,
hairy and not unlike those of the
orang outang Eddie had seen in Lin-
coln park.
“I’ve got a new way of inflicting the
death penalty,” the gaunt old man
said, slipping into a heavy, quilted
dressing gown. “These rascals don’t
mind hanging or the penitentiary. But
LOOKING FORWARD.
Anderson County Herald.
Cheer up. Things are not so bad.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are just
ahead besides a city campaign is ap-
proaching, and there will likely be
something doing then.
and operated what is
as the Harlem state
there he removed to
and finally settled in
Mrs. Mauthew Banks.
1 Mrs. Mauthew Crite Banws net
Adele Sherrard, died at the resident
of her mother, Mrs. E. W. Sherrard
911 Twenty-fourth street, last evening
at 7 o’clock. Mrs. Banks was the wifi
of Mr. Mauthew Banks, chief clerk foi
the law firm of Terry, Cavin & Milla 4
The funeral was held from the late
residence this afternoon at 3 o'clock!
Rev. Charles S. Aves, rector of Trim ,
ity Episcopal church, officiating at th<
services held at the residence,
ment took place in Lakeview
tery.
Surviving deceased, besides her hus-
band, is a son, Bertram Banks, aged
about 5 years; her mother, Mrs. E. W.
Sherrard; a brother, Mr. Walter Sher* 1
rard, and a sister, Mrs. F. E. Bertram
all of whom reside in Galveston. MtT’
W. B. Costley of Shreveport, La., an ,
uncle of Mrs. Banks, and Mrs. Costley,
who came to Galveston some days
past, were at the bedside when the
end .came. '
Mrs. Banks was the daughter of Mn
and Mrs. Eugene Sherrard. Mr. Sher-
rard in his lifetime was for a num< t
her of years connected with the-com-
posing rooms of the News and took
up his work upon that paper in the <
'70s. Deceased was born in GaJVestou
and was in her twenty-fifth year. She
had resided in Galveston practically
her entire lifetime. She went to Fort
Worth in the later part of 1900 to
visit her uncle, Mr. Costley, and about
seven years ago met Mr. Banks in
Monroe,' La., where they were mar-
ried. Mr. and Mrs. Banks had been in
Galveston about four years.
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