The Texas City Star (Texas City, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 10, Ed. 1 Saturday, February 13, 1915 Page: 3 of 4
This newspaper is part of the collection entitled: Galveston County Area Newspaper Collection and was provided to The Portal to Texas History by the Moore Memorial Public Library.
Extracted Text
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
)
The trouble with Father is he can’t keep anything to himself
Don
Plant SomeShadeTrees?
YES! AND GET THEM OF
DUES BROS.
Ss)
0
4
' =
ta
(e
7
E
7
Vli
T
>ilM
IBM
Uji
Sge
gg
DJep
Kewa
c
Cumberlands
By Charles Nevills Buck
beginning February 10 and lasting
10 days:
Phone 55
Texas City
(Copysight, «913, by W. J. Watt & Goj
SYNOPSIS.
Davis’ Bar
All kinds of the
best of drinkables
JAMES B. DAVIS
Proprietor
DRINK
Galveston
CHAPTER IX.
SUIT CASES
Brewing Company
(
1%
*
*
HOSIERY
come back full of new notions.
learned a little more, she might even desk. For a while he seemed interested
A. H. STEIN
GENT'S FURNISHER
STRICTLY CASH
Who Sells The Best For Less
$
$
♦
S
Via:
Depart
DAD’S SPECIAL
Bill of Fare For Saturday
his achcrlule witbout notice.
Texas City Terminal Co.
Phone 13
LONG SUPPLY CO.
Electrical and Plumbing Contractors
All Welcome
^irst Class Service
invitation to proceed, and, having re-
R. B. LONG, Mgr.
Phone 211
IMPORTED GOODS OUR SPECIALTY
“I was
MUSEUM SALOON
these financial crusades, but decidedly
GALVESTON, TEXAS.
Q/
SUBSCRIBE FOR THE STAR
perilous to yourself.
I was afraid that wasn’t going to get a
6th St. business.
Malin Bldg.
“So I hear. Here’s a letter I got this laugh, after all."
I
IIIHIIHII
■■
Regular $9.00, now
Regular $6.00, now
Regular $5.00, now
Regular $4.50, now
Regular $3.00, now
Regular $2.50, now
50c
45c
To:
North
North
$1.45
$1.00
$6.00
$4.60
$3.60
$3.30
$2.35
$1.95
$1.90
$2.70
get the spot-light, or be a dead one.
It reminds me of a little run-in I had
with Graddy—he’s our stage-director,
you know.” She paused, awaiting the
$2.75
$3.95
.$2.35
.$1.95
.$1.85
.$1.50
.$1.00
$1.15
..50c
1:50 p. m.
5:30 p. m.
5:30 p. m:
$1.10
. .75c
..75c
$1.55
$2.40
$2.10
$1.75
$1.00
—
2/
CHAPTER VIII—Ii* New York Samson
studies art and learns much of city ways.
Drennie Lescott persuades Wilfred Hor-
ton, her dilettante lover, to do a man’s
work in the world.
North I. & G. N. No. 4
Galveston G. H. & H. No. 7
North G. H. & S. A. No. 174
North M. K. & T. No. 26
whipping out of public life will turn
on you.”
danger of becoming the most cordially
hated man in New York—hated by the
most powerful combinations in New
York.”
Wilfred Horton leaned back in a
swivel chair and put his feet up on his
him, liking him, and making him feel a
heart-warming sympathy.
It was not until much later that
Samson realized how these two really
great men had adopted him as their
“little brother” that he might have
their shoulder-touch to march by. And
it was without his realization, too,
that they laid upon him the imprint
of their own characters and philoso-
phy.
Direct connections made at Interurban
Junction with Interurban cars leaving Gal-
veston at 6, 7, 9, and 11 a. m. 1, 2, 3, 4,
6, 7, 10 and 11 p. m.; and cars leaving
Houston at €, 8, 10 and 12 a. m., 1, 2, 3, 5,
6, 9 and 10 p. m.
Direct connection made at Texas City
Junction with Trains to Galveston and all
points north as follows:
Owl Restaurant
For Ladies and Gentlemen.
Everything Up-to-Date
Service That is Perfect
New Management
Q
//0
7-
For First Class Barber Work
Texas City Barber Shop
HOT AND COLD BATHS
TRUSSELL BROS.
The Beer That’s Liquid
Food
regulate a number of matterr from ! 1___________ ______________
within we shall be regulated from I ceived it, went gayly forward,
without.” { ten minutes late, one day, for rehears-
With Illustrations
from Photographs of Scenes
in the Play
Corn fed Beef
Lamb Roast
French Lamb Chops
Rosette Lamb Chops
Milk fed Veal Roast
Veal Chops
Veal Cutlet
Calf Liver
Calf Brains
Young Pork
Beef Tongues
Fish
Red Fish
Sheep Head
EPPERSON
Auto Truck Transfer Line.
Hauling of all kinds to any part of the city.
4 trips daily betw. Texas City and Galveston
Phone 114 Hacks meet all boats and trains
Texas City Terminal Co. Train
Schedule.
i i
Ii
<t>i
IS
Pure and Wholesome
Saye money by buying Coupon
Books and Strips
Sold for
CASH ONLY
Artesian Ice and Cold
Storage Company
5:30 p. m.
The Company reserves the right to change
you,
a
GRADE”
v
(T ANY LONGER,’
TMEREL7
in order to make room for our enormous
Stock of Spring Merchandise purchased.
by our buyer, we will offer you the fol-
lowing prices, which will mean money to
“Who Serves You Best?”
plot! I tell you, Winfred, aside from J dollars’ worth of clothes, riding in a
all other considerations the thing is limousine—and ten minutes late!’”
A. Barbor and J. O. Gordy mo-
tored to Galveston yesterday on
CT
Wav PA!
TEXAS CITY STAR. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1916.
------ . . - .
lilil
un
IIlI
iani
ii
Depart
6:05 a. m.
6:50 a. m.
8:30 a. m,
10:50 a. m.
12:50 p. m.
1:50 p. m.
2:50 p. m.
3:50 p. m.
5:30 p. m.
6:50 p. m.
9:50 p. m.
10:50 p. m.
go to school for a term or two.
The cramped and distorted chirog-
raphy on the slate was discouraging.
It was all proving very hard work. The
girl gazed for a time at something she
saw in the embers, and then a faint
smile came to her lips. By next Christ-
mas she would surprise Samson with a
letter. It should be well written, and
every “hain’t” should be an “isn’t.”
“Take for instance this newspaper al, and Graddy came up with that sar-
“I have come, not to quarrel with you,
but to try to dissuade you.” The Hon.
Mr. Wickliffe hit savagely at his cigar
and gave a despairing spread to his
L. VAJANI, Prop.
Cor. 21st and Postoffice St. Phone 405
garded as a dangerous agitator, a mar- ; you come to rehearsals in a million
CHAPTER IV—Samson reproves Tama-
rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim
Hollman is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER V—The bloodhounds lose the
trail at Spicer South’s door. Lescott dis-
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on the mountain,
Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeering
crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes
him and denounces him as the “truce-
buster” who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER VI—Lescott tries to per-
suade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
buP heartbroken, furthers Lescott’s efforts.
The dance at Wile McCager’s threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
grumbled the corporation lawyer. “It’s j Starr, I don’t doubt you are a perfect-
less dangerous to the public than ly nice girl, and all that, but it rather
for a fall. These men whom you are
war you’ve inaugurated on the police,” - castic manner of his, and said: ‘Miss
9
You are riding She broke off with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause, and,
1 having been satisfied, she added: “I
WE CAN SAVE YOU MONEY! The Call of the
— J TEL yov, MA , 1__
(I HAVE. TRIED TO Be--
PPLeASANT AROUND THE l---
(HOUSE BJT ALL THIS TROUBLE
i YOU ALL CAUSE ME IS THE/
LIMIT, AND I CEASE RlGH]/
HERE TO BE PLEASANT —
ABOUT IX. I won't STANDJ
The Star prints all the local
world news of importance. SUB-
SCRIBE NOWi
The normal human mind is a res-
ervoir which fills at a rate of speed
regulated by the number and caliber
of its feed pipes. Samson’s mnd had
long been almost empty, and now from
so many sources the waters of new
things were rushing in upon it that
under their pressure it must fill fast,
or give away.
He was saved from hopeless com-
plications of thought by a sanity
which was willing to assimilate with-
out too much effort to analyze. The
boy from Misery was presently less
bizarre to the eye than many of the
unkempt bohemians he met in the life
of the studios, men who quarreled
garrulously over the end and aim of
Art, which they spelled with a capi-
tal A—and, for the most part, knew
nothing of. He retained, except with-
in a small circle of intimates, a silence
that passed for taciturnity, and a
solemnity of visage that was often
construed into surly egotism.
He still wore his hair long, and,
though his conversation gradually
sloughed off much of its idiom and
vulgarism, enough of the mountaineer
stood, out to lend to his personality a
savor of the crudely picturesque.
Meanwhile he drew and read and
studied and walked, and every day’s
advancement was a forced march.
Lescott, tremendously interested in his
experiment, began to fear that the
boy’s too great somberness of dispo-
sition would'defeat the very earnest-
ness from which it sprang. So one
morning the landscape-maker called
on a friend whom he rightly believed
to be the wisest man, and the great-
est humorist in New York.
“I want your help,” said Lescott.
“I want you to meet a friend of mine
and take him under your wing in a
fashion. He needs you.”
The stout man’s face clouded. A few
years ago he had been peddling his
manuscripts with the heart-sickness of
unsuccessful middle age. Today men
coupled his name with those of Kip-
ling and De Maupassant. One of his
antipathies was meeting people who
sought to lionize him. Lescott read
ssgH
g
(V
Regular 50c, now 3 for....................
Regular 25c, now 3 pair for.................
PANTS
Full Line at Reduced Prices.
LINEN HANDKERCHIEFS
Regular 10 cents, now 8 for .................
Regular 20c, now 3 for....................
Nursery next to Jewel The-
atre. Open every Tuesday.
Leave orders at Florist shop
next to nursery.
man had ever yet returned from that
outside world unaltered. No man ever
would. A terrible premonition said he
would not come at all, but, if he did—
if he did—she must know how to read
and write. Maybe, when she had
~yoR‛E RIGAT MA,LL
/1 found a whole Jr OF
I CONSOLATION AND SATIS-
I FACTION in THAT LTTLE
I READING I DID I AM
I A GREAT DEAL MORE.
LSATISFIEDMOW:——
Galveston G H. & S. A. No. 171 8:30 a. m
Galveston M. K. & T. No. 25 8:30 a. m.
Galveston G. H. & S. A. No. 173 12:50 p m
gets my goat to figure out how, on
re- ’ a slary of fifteen dollars a week,
As
sece-a
-----
more so for yourself. You are
5
‘ ' I Sr
\ > ‛ ‛ ,
TO KEGP YOVR f"1
AUD TO BE .J---
4229/
7
the expression, and, before his host
had time to object, swept into his re-
cital.
At the end he summarized:
“The artist is much like the setter
pup. If it’s in him, it’s as instinctive
as a dog’s nose. But to become effi-
cient he must go a-field with a steady
veteran of his own breed.”
“I know!” The great ma a, who was
also the simple man, smiled reminis-
cently. “They tried to teach me to
herd sheep when my nose was itching
for bird country. Bring On your man;
I want to know him.”
Samson was told nothing of the be-
nevolent conspiracy, but one evening
shortly later he found himself sitting
at a cafe table with his sponsor and
a stout man, almost as silent as him-
self. The stout man responded with
something like hurlish taciturnity
to the half-dozen men and women who
‘came over with flatteries. But later,
when the trio was left alone, his face
brightened, and.he turned to the boy
from Misery.
“Does Billy Conrad still keep score
at Stagbone?’
Samson started and his gaze fell in
amazement. At the mention of the
name he saw a cross-roads store with
rough mules hitched to fence palings.
It was a picture of home, and here was
a man who had been there! With
glowing eyes the boy dropped uncon-
sciously back into the vernacular of
the hills.
“Hev ye been thar, stranger?”
The writer nodded, and sipped bis
whisky.
“Not for some years, though,” he
confessed, as he drifted into reminis-
cence, which to Samson was like wa-
ter to a parched throat.
When they left the cafe the boy
felt as though he were taking leave
of an old and tried friend. By homely
methods, this unerring diagnostician
of the human soul had been reading
esting themselves over a chafing dish.
The crowd was typical. A few very
minor writers and artists, a model or
two, and several women who had
thinking parts in current Broadway
productions.
At eleven o’clock the guests of honor
arrived in a taxicab. They were Mr.
William Farbish and Miss Winifred
Starr. Having come, as they explained,
direct from the theater where Miss
Starr danced in the first row, they
were in evening dress. Samson men-
tally acknowledged, though with in-
stinctive disfavor for the pair, that
both were, in a way, handsome. Col-
lasso drew him aside to whisper im-
portantly:
“Make yourself agreeable to Farbish.
He is received in the most exclusive
society, and is a connoisseur of art.
If he takes a fancy to you, he will
put you up at the best clubs. I think
I shall sell him a landscape.”
The girl was talking rapidly and
loudly. She had at once taken the
center of the room,gand her laughter
rang in free and egotistical peals
above the other voices.
“Come, said the host, “I shall pre-
sent you.”
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness into the show-
girl’s large and deeply-penciled eyes.
Farbish, standing at one side with
his hands in his pockets, looked on
with an air of slightly bored detach-
ment
His dress, his mannerisms, his bear-
ing, were all those of the man who has
overstudied his part. They were too
perfect, too obviously rehearsed
through years of social climbing, but
that was a defect Samson was not
yet prepared to recognize.
Someone had naively complimented
Miss Starr on the leopard-skin cloak
she had just thrown from her shapely
shoulders, and she turned promptly
and vivaciously to the flatterer.
“It is nice, isn’t it?” she prattled.
“It may look a little up-stage for a girl
who hasn’t got a line to read into
' the piece, but these days one must
W#y ' READ ABOUT U
( KING soLoMON AND HiS L
HUNDREDS OF WIVES , AND
I coT AN AWRUL LOT OF '
c’oNSoLATCON FROM THE
FA CT THAT • HASN'T KimG
So-or^or^ and ONLV had )
gONe VW|FE To
Eam ' K
ii ir I 7
111 IIS
IE I El?
morning—unsigned. That is, I thought
it was here. Well, no matter. It
warns me that I have less than three
months to live unless I call off my
dogs.”
It is said that the new convert is
ever the most extreme fanatic. Wil-
fred Horton had promised to put on
his working clothes, and he had done
it with reckless disregard for conse-
quences. At first, he was simply obey-
ing Adrienne’S orders; but soon he
found himself playing the game for
the game’s sake. Political overlords,
assailed as unfaithful seiwants, showed
their teeth. From some hidden, but
unfailing, source terribly sure and di-
rect evidence of guilt was being gath-
ered. For Wilfred Horton, who was
demanding a day of reckoning and
spending great sums of money to get
it, there was a prospect of things do-
ing.
Adrienne Lescott was in Europe.
Soon she would return and Horton
meant to show that he had not buried
his talent.
ea
' /. flpe
luuH
r------JR
—YES EVEN!
(Now i‛M CLAD
UTHERE’S ONLY ।
V@HE! nr
;‘| 11.11
qa
11.111
r--NoW YOU SIT RIGHT \
eWA ££ ReAHTee
HoULl FIND LOTS oF I
CoNSoLATioN IN THATN
AND you'll save qrE}
I A Bit OF WEARNG OF 7
VOUR NERVEj^y---
CHAPTER I—On Misery creek, at the
foot of a rock from which he has fallen,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land-
scape painter, unconscious, and after re-
viving him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER 11—Samson South and Sally,
taking Lescott to Samson’s home, are met
by Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot,
and that Samson is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies it.
CHAPTER III—The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Hollman-
South feud.
(AND TELL ME, PA,
(what did you
)
L
Christmas came to Misery wrapped
in a drab mantle of desolation. At
the cabin of the Widow Miller Sally
was sitting alone before the logs. She
laid down the slate and spelling book,
over which her forehead had been
strenuously puckered, and gazed some-
what mournfully into the blaze. Sally
had a secret. It was a secret which she
based on a faint hope. If Samson
should come back to Misery he would
STANDARD BRAND SHOES
Regular $3.00, $3.50 and $4.00 shoes, now......
Regular $4.50 and $5.00 shoes now.............
MALLORY HATS
Regular $3.00 hat, now.......................
Regular $3.50 and $4.00 hat, now..............
CAPS
1 in his own silk socks.
“It’s very kind of you to warn me,”
he said, quietly.
The Hon. Mr. Wickliffe rose in ex-
asperation and paced the floor. The
smoke from his black cigar went be-
fore him in vicious puffs. Finally he
stopped and leaned glaring on the
table.
“Your family has always been con-
servative. When you succeeded to the
fortune you showed no symptoms of
this mania. In God’s name, what has
changed you?”
“I hope I have grown up,” explained
the young man, with an unruffled
smile. “One can’t wear swaddling
clothes forever, you know.”
The attorney for an instant softened
his manner as he looked into the
straight-gazing, unafraid eyes of his
client.
“I’ve known you from your baby-
hood. I advised your father before
you were born. You have, by the
chance of birth, come into the control
of great wealth. The world of finance
is of delicate balance. Squabbles in
certain directorates may throw the
Street into panic. Suddenly1 you
emerge from decent quiet and run
amuck in the china shop, belrowing
and tossing your horns. You make
war on those whose interests are your
own. You seem bent on hari-kari.
You have toys enough to amuse. Why
couldn’t you stay put?”
“They weren’t the right things.
They were, as you say, toys.” The
smile faded and Horton’s Shin set
itself for a moment as he added:
“If you don’t think I’m going to stay
put—watch me.”
“Why do you have to make war—■
to be chronically insurgent?"
For eight months Samson’s life had
run in the steady ascent of gradual
climbing, but in the four months from
the first of August to the first of De-
cember, the pace of his existence sud-
denly quickened. He left off drawing
from plaster casts and went into a
life class.
In this period Samson had his first
acquaintanceship with women, except
those he had known from childhood—
and his first acquaintance with the
men who were not of his own art
world.
Tony Collasso was an Italian illus-
trator who lodged and painted in
studio-apartments in Washington
Square, South. His companions were
various, • numbering among them a
group of those pygmy celebrities of
whom one has never heard until by
chance he meets them, and of whom
their intimates speak as of immortals.
To Collasso’s studio Samson was
called one night by telephone. He
had sometimes gone there before to
sit for an hour, chiefly as a listener,
while the man from Sorrento bewailed
fate with his coterie, and denounced
all forms of governmexit over insipid
Chianti.
But tonight he entered the door to
find himself in the midst of a gay and
boisterous party. The room was al-
ready thickly fogged with smoke, and
a dozen men and women, singing
snatches of current airs, were inter-
S OF THE VAN LOONS
eJtKNOWWAATSTHEVT
sTRovDLE WITH Yov,PA —1
You OON’T do TO cHURCH
ENOVGH’ If You’d do once 1
IN A WHILE, AS I WANTED
YOU To ,Vov ‛D FIND IT EA5Y
This Language of Ours.
Tommy Figgjam—Paw, does
not “reverse” mean to back ?
Paw Figgjam—Surely.
Tommy Figgjam—Then what
did Uncle Bill mean when he
said that he busted up in busi-
ness because he had too many
reverses and not enough back-
ing ?—Chicago oPst.
No well-manicured hands. “You stand in
“Because”—the young man, who had ,
waked up, spoke slowly—“I am read- '
ing a certain writing on the wall. The '
time is not far off when, unless we
bu) ’ “y
g
“e
G. H. & S. A. No. 172 6:50 a. m.
G. H. & H. No- 8 8:30 a m.
25 /
pp=e,
IKT2 /
Regular $1.50 cap, now..........................
Regular $1.00 cap, now...........................
UNDERWEAR
Regular $1.00 suits, now..........................
Regular $2.00 suits, now.........................
JERSEYS AND SWEATER COATS
Regular $3.50, now..............................
Regular $3.00, now..............................
Regular $2.50, now.....4........................
Regular $1.50, now..............................
EXTRA SPECIAL ON WOOLEN SHIRTS
Regular $3.50, now..............................
, Regular $3.00, now..............................
Regular $2.75, now..............................
Regular $2.00, now..............................
Regular $1.50, now..............................
PAJAMAS AND NIGHT SHIRTS
Regular $2.00, now..............................
Regular $1.50, now..............................
P
fl
* * * * $
sue glancea inquiringly at Samson,
who had not smiled, and who stood
looking puzzled.
“A penny for your thoughts, Mr.
South, from down South,” she chal-
lenged.
“I guess I’m sort of like Mr. Grad-
dy,” said the boy, slowly. “I was just
wondering how you do do it.”
He spoke with perfect seriousness,
and, after a moment, the girl broke
into prolonged peal of laughter.
“Oh, you are delicious!” she ex-
claimed. “If I could do the ingenue
like that, believe me, I’d make some
hit." She came over, and, laying a
hand on each of the boy’s shoulder’s
kissed him lightly on the cheek.
“That’s for a droll boy!” she said.
“That’s the best line I’ve heard pulled
lately.” •
Farbish was smiling in quiet amuse-
ment. He tapped the mountaineer on
the shoulder.
“I’ve heard George Lescott speak of
you,” he said, genially. “I’ve rather a
fancy for being among the discover-
ers of men) of talent. We must see
more of each other.”
Samson left the party early, and
with a sense of disgust.
Several days later, Samson was
alone in Lescott’s studio. It was near-
ing twilight, and he had laid aside a
volume of De Maupassant, whose sim-
ple power had beguiled him. The door
opened, and he saw the figure of a
woman on the threshold. The boy
rose somewhat shyly from his seat,
and stood looking at her. She was as
richly dressed as Miss Starr had been,
but’there was the same differenc as
between the colors of the sunset sky
and the exaggerated daubs of Collas-
so’s landscape. She stood at the door
a moment, and then came forward
with her hand outstretched.
“This is Mr. South,’ isn’t it?” she
asked, with a frank friendliness in
her voice.
“Yes, ma’am, that’s my name.”
“I’m Adrienne Lescott,” said the
girl. “I thought Id find my brother
here. I stopped by to drive him up-
town.”
Samson had hesitatingly taken the
gloved, hand, and its grasp was firm
and strong despite its ridiculous
smallness.
“I reckon he’ll be back presently."
The boy was in doubt as to the proper
procedure. This was Lescott’s studio,
and he was not certain whether or not
it lay in his province to invite Les-
cott’s sister to take possession of it.
Possibly, he ought to withdraw. His
ideas of social usages were very vague.
“Then, I think I’ll wait,” announced
the girl. She threw off her fur coat,
and took a seat before the open grate.
The chair was large, and swallowed
her up.
Samson wanted to look at her, and
was afraid that this would be impolite.
He realized that he had seen no
real ladies, except on the street, and
now he had the opportunity.
“I’m glad of this chance to meet
you, Mr. South,” said the girl with a
smile that found its way to' the boy’s
heart. After all, there was sincerity
in “foreign” women. “George talks of
you so much that I feel as if I’d known
you all the while. Don’t you think I
might claim friendship with George’s
friends?" /
Samson had no answer. He wished
to say something equally cordial, but
the old instinct against effusiveness
tied his tongue.
“I owe right smart to George Les-
cott,” he told her, gravely.
“That’s not answering my question,”
she laughed. “Do you consent to be-
ing friends with me?”
“Miss—” began the boy. Then, real-
izing that in New York this form of
address is hardly complete, he hast-
ened to add: “Miss Lescott, I’ve been
here over nine months now, and I’m
just beginning to realize what a rube
I am. I haven’t no—" Again, he broke
off, and laughed at himself. “I mean,
I haven’t any Idea of proper manners,
and so I’m, as we would say down
home, ‘plumb skeered’ of ladies."
As he accused himself, Samson was
looking at her with unblinking direct-
ness; and she met his glance with
eyes that twinkled.
“Mr. South," she said, “I know all
about manners, and you {know all
about a hundred real things that I
want to know. Suppose we begin
teaching each other?"
Samson’s face lighted with the rev-
olutionizing effect that a smile can
bring only to features customarily
solemn.
“Miss Lescott," he said, “let’s call
that a trade—but you’re gettin’ all
the worst of it. To start with, you
might give me a lesson right now in
how a feller ought to act, when he’s
talkin’ to a lady—how I ought to act
with you!”
Her laugh made the situation as
easy as an old shoe.
Ten minutes later, Lescott entered.
“Well,” he said, with a smile, “shall
I introduce you people, or have you
already done it for yourselves?”
“Oh,” Adrienne assured him, “Mr.
South and I are old friends.” As she
left the room, she turned and added:
“The second lesson had better be at
my house. If I telephone you some
day when we can have the school-room
to ourselves, will you come up?”
(To be continued
* *
Arrive
6:45 a. m.
7:45 a IM.
9:45 a. m.
11:45 a. m.
1:45 p. m.
2:45 p. m.
3.45 p. m.
4:45 p. m.
6:45 p. m.
7:45 p. m.
10:45 p. m.
11:45 p. m.
• **
#K-e
(o
* * * *
A-
Upcoming Pages
Here’s what’s next.
Search Inside
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Newspaper.
The Texas City Star (Texas City, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 10, Ed. 1 Saturday, February 13, 1915, newspaper, February 13, 1915; Texas City, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1576737/m1/3/?rotate=0: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Moore Memorial Public Library.