Wise County Messenger. (Decatur, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 744, Ed. 1 Friday, July 12, 1895 Page: 2 of 8
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two long windows that lit the room he
the door, and for one moment he was
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stoi, Maupassant and Mesterlinck, the
When she returned in her everyday
general belief that the end of
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the advertiser.
Henuty a Protection.
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am—” and then she gave him the name
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incapable.
The man sought in his memory over a
she had kissed him on both cheeks.
"You do not know me,” she said.
You occasionally meet a man who
entertains you for a half an hour with
an account of his wonderful abilities,
and what he has done and expects to
perament
amount.
road,
come.
upon you is that he is a born braggart.
Again you meet men who do not say
a great deal, but who give you, in a
few minutes, a keen appreciation of
dress, with her hat and tippet on and
her dancing shoes neatly put away in
the reticule that hung on her mittened
the question whether she objected to be-
ing interviewed, said, "Certainly not.”
The master heard her come in, but
for a moment he did not turn, and the
to
be-
stroked and tweaked at his chin. which
was always a sign that the teacher was
perplexed.
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of the dancar who had become the talk
of the town.
The master took a pinch of snuff and
bowed again, while he murmured some- j
thing about the honor in a tone that im-
plied a question.
“You don't remember me?” she said
It is reported that this year’s peanut
crop will be only a pound and a half
for every man, woman and child in the
United States. But could not this have
been suppressed until after the circus
season was over?
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"A THE DANCING MASTER
• Fin de Siecle Art.
The loony paintings of the impres-
sionist, the erotic novels, the realistic
Quite A Clange.
Jim Fisk was worth about $2,000,-
300 when he was killed by Ed Stokes.
Now Fisk’s widow lives in an humble
frame house in the Boston tenement
district on an income of $50 a month.
where carriages did not often .
The master looked at it with the close of the year 1000, when there
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tempted to go to the window and call
naked branches of the plane tree at the her back. But he shook his head. "Bet-
. . report. The Coulters are prominent
name of a little girl whom he had sent people, though Mrs. C. in response to
mentioned this time another name—the
question well enough to be able to save up
a little.
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bdt kind-hearted governors, the impor- anteroom with the rest,
tunities of friends, and other influ-
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looked out
again. “Ah, I remember you,” and she
the door closed behind her the strained
sensibilities of the master could hear
the stealthy sobbing, which she tried
to stifle as she slipped downstairs and
into the gaunt hall. He heard her close
noon after dinner, and dream over old horrors evolved by Zola, Ibsen, Tol-
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out of the room very quietly. But when
through the
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longings lay,
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arm. the master was standing at the
window again, drumming nervously on
the pane. He had put his kit and bow
down on the gilded table between the
two windows, the gilded table that al-
ways seemed to the girl the emblem of
ineffable luxury and repose.
tine white hand and
accumulated quite an
before afflicted mankind. It raged at
. .. . Her story follows: "About 14 years ago
space of nearly ten years; then he re- , we decided to take up our abode in
membered, bowed again, and again | Dover and everything went along
took snuff. smoothly for seven years, business
girl stood watching him. her pale,
plainish face paler than ever with ex-
pectation, and tier dark eyes shining
in the twilight. The master turned
and walked abruptly up to her.
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Just now, however, he was thinking,
not of the past, but of the present; for
he had laid down a news sheet in which
there was talk of a dancer at the opera
who was setting the town wild, a dancer
who had conquered European capital
after European capital, and was now
making London playgoers mad with de-
light. He was old and liked his ease,
but a vague fancy came into his mind
that he would go to the opera and see
this pearl. It would be a treat for his
son and daughter.
A carriage came slowly down the river
wierd music of Wagner, the scarey
fashions which mark the dress of the
woman of our day, are all illustrations
of this new "fin-de-siecle" spirit. We
are told that the world of the present
is living in “the reddened light of the
dusk of the nations;” that faith is dy-
ing. that, tired of all existing things,
man chases after new beliefs, new en-
gagements and sensations, only to find
that the trail of the serpent is over all.
Fin de siecleism is a disease which has
professor reached
ences, have induced the executive to
pardon men who ought to have re-
mained in prison for the rest of their
natural lives or be hanged.
suspense, moved eagerly forward
The splendid lady would take no de-
nial: he must needs come that very
evening and see his old pupil dance at
the opera. She had got the noblest box
in the house for him.
That evening the old dancing-master
sat in the opera house in the noblest box
in the theater. He sat between his son-
in-law and his daughter, with his eyes
fixed upon the stage. The great theater
was packed, and when at length the
time came for the ballet and the curtain
drawing up revealed the adored dancer,
the house raved at her. Only the mas-
ter. in his sober black and white, sat
with his hands folded on the front of the
box and waited.
The dance began. It was marvelous.
The dancer's body was plastic, supple,
exquisite. She danced a strange dance,
in which she did wonders with a long
silken scarf, moving hither and thither
like some figure from a Grecian vase,
from a Pompeiian wall. When it ended,
and the house raged for more, she did
a Spanish dance, in which, to the click-
ing of her castanets, she expressed,
hurriedly, triumphantly, all the passion
of the south. When it was over the
house rained flowers upon the stage, and
a thousand hands thundered an ap-
plause that brought the woman again
and again before the curtain.
When It was over a servant of the
theater came to the box to beg that the
master would come to the dancer's
dressing-room. He bade his children go
home and followed the messenger be-
hind the scenes to the dancer's room.
A crowd of men were waiting outsole it.
He alone was admitted. She was chang-
ing her dress behind the screen, but soon
came out again, clasped him by the
hand, kissed him on both cheeks and
thanked him for coming. Then she
talked volubly of all the places she had
seen, and showed him trophies of her
triumphs, wreaths of gold, wreaths of
silver and rare jewels, and finally she
asked him if he would come out to sup-
per with her and some friends, and she
mentioned some great names. The old
man declined with his polite bow, and
would have withdrawn, but she insisted
upon his staying and seeing her to her
coach. So presently the impatient young
men and the impatient old men waiting
outside had the surprise of seeing their
idol come out in all her splendor leaning
on the arm of a little gentleman in
black, who showed traces of snuff on
the ruffle of his shirt.
Through the crowd there the master
escorted the dancer to the stage door,
and through the crowd outside the stage
door he conducted her to her coach. As
he still declined to accompany her she
leaned out of the window, waving aside
as she did so, the throng of her admirers
and the handsome gentleman who was
waiting to take his place at her side.
“Well," she said witn a bright laugh,
"you see you were wrong after all. Say
that you are sorry and I will forgive
you.”
But the master shook his head.
"I do not think I was wrong,” he said,
very gravely. “You will never make a
dancer.”
Then raising his hat politely he turned
and moved slowly down the street.—
Lloyd's Weekly Sun.
Plotting Mamma—Why do you al-
ways take your Cousin Nellie with you?
Her beauty makes you and your sis-
ter look plain. Daughter—I know it,
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mamma; but when we have, Nellie
along, we never have any trouble in
finding a policeman to take us across
the street.
touched one of the gir.s upon the
shoulder.
“Come back,” he said, "I want to
speak with you.”
The girl looked up in his face with a
little start. Then she went into the
Throat Paralysis.
(From the Courier-Herald, Sagtnaw, Mich.) M‘
It was publicly talked all over Clara
County for some time before the Cou-
rier-Herald sent a reporter to Dover to _
investigate the Coulter matter. He tC
languid surprise, and lifted his glass
to his lips. But it stopped at his own
door, and he set the glass down again
in surprise. A gilded footman got down
and opened the carriage door and a very
beautiful lady got out. The footman
flushed back the iron gateway of the
little front garden and the splendid lady
came in, waved her hand and laughed,
and then she ran up the steps and out of
his sight, and he could hear the muffled
thunder of a knocking at the door.
He had scarcely risen to his feet,
slowly trying to recall the face that had
just laughed at him, when the door of
the dancing-room opened and a splendid
lady care In, 'bringing a blaze of color
into the quiet room. The master bowed
but the lady ran rapidly across the
room, and before he was well aware of it
Another Collector.
In all places there are cranks who
lick up things they do not need—all
sorts of bric-a-brac, stamps, pictures
and what not- and they are usually
called collectors. Philadelphia has a
their good sense and solid worth. You
sometimes read advertisements that
Growing Young.
A 77-yea.-old citizen of Great Falls.
Wash., is undergoing a peculiar pro-
.ess of physical regeneration. About
a year ago he contracted pneumonia,
and his life was for sometime despair-
ed of, the doctors saying his right
GAINST the lilac
walls of the room
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do. The only impression he makes
Even that is not derived from her
husband's fortune. It comes from
property owned by her family. Fisk’s
estate has completely vanished.
We wish we understood the money
harmless, white-haired old man who
goes all over town searching for hair-
pins. His eyes are bright and pierc-
ing. and as he walks up and down the
prominent thoroughfares it is safe to
say that hardly a hairpin escapes his
keen gaze. What becomes of the
large assortment he picks up, nobody
knows, for, although be has been
asked his object several times, be re-
fuses to tell. The old man is well
dressed, and his appearance indicates
that be is cared for by loving hands.
Happy old man! He is satisfied with
the hairpins, and should not be denied
his pleasure.
lung was hopelessly wasted. He re-
covered, however: but when just able
to hobble about he fell and broke his I
shigh bone, and was confined to the
hospital again for six months. Since
leaving, however, his physical condi- 5
tion has improved remarkably. His |
lungs began to open up until they i
become almost as well as ever; his 1
skin shed off and a new skin grew, ]
and hair and beard which was snow
white, are coming out a jet black.
His limbs and muscles have limbered a
up, and he started a week or so since. 7G
to take a herd of young horses across
a long trail to market. He says, if
tie continues to grow young, he will
get married again and grow up with
the country.
In no other city in the land are people
packed so close in shelters as on the
east side of New York. A remarkable
instance of sardine-like snuggling was
developed during the trial of a neigh-
borly row in the Essex police court.
The evidence disclosed the remarkable
fact that two families occupied a room
12x10 feet in Ludlow street. And what
do you think? They actually quarreled
because both families Insisted on tak-
ing boarders. No wonder it’s mighty
•hard to secure an accurate census of
the town.
all things was at hand, and men sought
vainly to compress all possibly earthly
pleasures into a few hours yet allotted
them. The eighteenth century went
out in the blood and horrors of the
wars succeeding the French revolution,
and the poets of that day cast horo-
scopes for the future full of gloom and
foreboding.
agement from its ceaseless flow. And
each time he turned away from the river
view with the same look of disappoint-
ment upon his smooth, neat, elderly
face. The great clock at the other end
of the room—the clock that had counted
off so many lessons—seemed all of a
sudden to tick with unwonted loudness,
as if it, like the girls, were impatient
for the master to stop his promenade
and say or do something.
Perhaps the appeal of the clock had
its effect. Perhaps in the stillness the
master could catch faintly the sound
of all those girlish hearts fluttering tim-
idly together. He stopped for an in-
stant and looked at the long line of ex-
l pectant faces.
“Young ladies, you can go.”
Then as the girls, relieved from their
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"You will never make a dancer," he
said.
claim the earth, and all their bombast The girl looked back at him with, an
. . . expression on her face as if he had
only serves to prejudice you agains struck her. He saw the expression
Again you see adver- and spoke quickly and Sharply to hide
- One of the staes of the union where
the death penafty has not been in-
flicted for any offense is Michigan, the
others being Rhode Island and Wiscon- l
sin. The people in Michigan, through
the legislature, have expressed the be
lief that life imprisonment for murder
is a failure; for the state senate the
other day passed by a nearly two-thirds
vote the law restoring capital punish-
ment. If life imprisonment meant what
it says there would not be such a de-
mand for the restoration of the rope.
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children, but sickness made its way into
our household, and doctors' bills flooded
upon us, until we have nothing left but
; our home and our children. Everything
went to satisfy the claims of physicians.
"About three years ago I had a miser-
able feeling at the back of my ears, my
right hand became paralyzed and the
paralysis extended to my arm and
throat, and would affect my head and
eyes. Sometimes for days I would lose
my sight, my face was deformed, life-
less as it were, my nose was drawn to
one side and I presented a pitiable ap-
pearance and never expecting to regain
my natural facial expressions. I em-
ployed the best physicians that could be
procured, expending thousands of dol-
lars for their services, but could not ob-
tain relief. At last, they stated my
case was beyond the reach of medical
skill and it would be but a short time
until the end would come. In con-
nection with receiving the attendance
of physicians I have tried every medi-
cine known to the apothecary but
never received any relief until Dr.
Williams' Pink Pills came to my as.
sistance. Before I had taken half of"
the first box the deformity in my face
had left me, and before four boxes had
been consumed the paralysis had disap-
peared entirely and much to my sur-
prise I felt like a new woman. I have
not taken any medicine since last spring
just about a year ago and my trouble
has not appeared since. I owe my
health, my life to Dr. Williams' Pink
Pills.
"A short time since my little boy John
was afflicted with St. Vitus' dance. He
could not walk across the room without
assistance, in fact he would fall all over
himself, but after taking a few boxes of
Pink Pills. St. Vitus' dance entirely left
Lim, and no trace of it is left. These
Pills are worth their weight in gold.
You may say in this connection that I
am willing at any time to make affidavit
to the truth of these statements, and
furthermore I will answer any commu-
nication concerning my case.
Pink Pills contain all the elements
necessary to give new life and richness
to the blood and restore shattered
nerves. They are for sale by all drug-
gists. or may be had by mail from Dr.
Williams' Med. Co.. Schenectady, N Y.,
for 50 cents per box, or six boxes for
$2.50.
An unusual line of business furnishes
a living for a man in Washington. He
owns a large number of bulldogs, which
he rents to the owners of houses who go
away in the summer. Each dog is
chained in the back yard and intruders
are given a very cordial reception. The
d igs are effective guardians of the
premises intrusted to their care. The
tnt of a dog is but $3 a month, and
the owner, who is known as Bulldog
Douglass, goes the rounds each day and
feeds the animals. Up to the present
time no better way of protecting prop-
erty in the absence of the owner has
been discovered.
tisements that do not claim halt so ; his pity.
much, but which carry cons . ' lon of "It is no use for you to come here any
solid worth and merit with every sen- more." he said. “You will never make
tence. What makes the difference? “ .putrmust.. the giri answered, with
Does it not lie in the way in which tears in her eyes, while her right hand
things are put? A man can maintain pulled nervously at the fingers of her
a proper amount of self-respect with- left.
out showing excessive conceit, and an "Never, never, never!" he insisted,
advertisement can be forceful and im- i "It s no use deceiving yourself and I—■
, ... ... ce • I look you. I cannot deceive myself,
pressive without being offensive. Please do not come here any more."
ter sooner than later," he said to him-
self. "She could never make a dancer.”
Then he sat down to the harpsichord I
and played over a gavotte of Lully's
until he had played the plain, awkward
girl out of his memory.
It was summer, and very warm. The
master sat at his window in the same
long lilac-room. It was very pleasant
to sit there and watch the river and
the wherries and barges, and to reflect
in its prosperous, peaceful evening up-
on the events of a painstaking, success-
ful life. The master did not smoke—it
was a custom he abominated—but there
was a flask of white wine near to his
hand, and a glass half-full of the yel-
low juice, from which ever and anon
he took a self-satisfied sip. He seldom
gave lessons now, for his daughter had
married, and his son-in-law carried on
the teaching admirably, knowing Ram-
eau almost as well as the old teacher,
whom he adored. But the master liked
to sit in the dancing-room of an after-
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The style of New York journalism
which sends men across the country in
box cars to write up tramps is not ele-
vating to tramps or journalists. The
subject has been treated extensively in
newspapers and magazines, and a book
has been published thereon. It is a
hackneyed subject. If a newspaper cor-
respondent is found beating his way he
should be treated like any other tramp.
Possibly his punishment should be a
little more severe. This sort of “en-
terprise” is not commended by reput-
able newspapers.
—
The Pingree scheme grows in favor
in Detroit. Over two hundred acres
have been plowed in thaf city for pota-
toes this spring, and about 1.600 people
have applied for land to cultivate. It
is the rule to give one-third of an acre
to each family and enough potatoes and
beans to plant it. This will produce
sufficient “truck” to feed an ordinary
family through an entire season, and
many poor people in Detroit, who for-
merly went hungry, now enjoy an
abundance of vegetables during the
winter. The land-seekers who were
distanced in the rush for the Kickapoo
reservation may repair their fortunes
and soothe their wounded hopes by re-
pairing to some enterprising city and
engaging in the cultivation of potatoes. •
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“On. bat. sir!" the girl liftea her
clasped hands toward him. He shook
his head angrily.
"I know what I know, and I say what
I know. I cannot have you here any
more. Could you ever do the 'Pas de
3 the V I ite dresses of I Zephir? Never. Can you do the Fou-
|; ' ette' or the ‘Ballone? Bah! You will
J the girls made blots | never know the difference between a
-jll of light. ■ -coup’ and a jette.’ Go away, please.
I The old dancing We have finished. You will never make
master walked a dancer.
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the room surveying final. The girl made no further attempt
the gitls He hel l to contest the decree. It was like the
his kit and bow-ten: judgment of the gods; absolute, irre-
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arm, pressed judiciously to his side. I
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