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THE TAKING GIRL.
She took my hand in sheltered nooks.
She took my candy and my books
She took that lustrous wrap of fur.
She took those gloves I bought for
her.
She took my words of love and care.
She took my flowers, rich and rare,
She took my time for quite a while.
She took my kisses, maid so shy—
She took, I must confess my eye.
She took whatever I would buy,
And then she took another guy.
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WHO’S WHO!
the pay’s news.
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ROBERT s. Lovur.
After almost forty years in the rail-
road service, Robert S. Lovett resigned
recently as chairman of the executive
the land,
Blessing the farms through all
vast domain.
’ Thy shield is the red harvest 1
suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s
hanging eaves;
GALVESTON TRIBUNE
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Published Evenings Except Sunday at the Tribune Building
Entered at the Postoffice in Galveston as Second-Class Mail Matter
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F Dept. 6302-X; Composing Room, 6303-X.
Girls in Pennsylvania corset factory
have gone on strike. But there are a
lot of striking girls in this locality,
too.
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers
attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the
sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation
splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the
golden leaves!
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated Press is exclusively
entitled to the use for republication of
all news dispatches credited to it or not
otherwise credited in this paper, and
also the local news published herein.
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looked at the detective there were
ten? What would you look like if you
tried to act even a simple part? —
Marcel Steinbrugge.
There is something in the heart of every human being which
causes him to regard with a sort of reverence those articles to which
the years have lent lustre.
This is clearly indicated by , the attitude of the visitor to some
museum where have been gathered the relics of past centuries.
Every family holds dear some memento of the years gone, some-
thing made by hands of loved ones now departed, or which helped
mark the activities of a period now almost forgotten.
Galveston county has its personal and community history.
And the years of that history making period brought into ex-
istence many articles which reveal the character of the people, the
demands of the time or the temperament of the community.
These are treasurers which should be garnered and safeguarded.
Some of these have been placed on exhibition at the county fair.
These, however, constitute but a small fraction of what it is be-
lieved exist.
And stately oxen harness’d 1
wain;
Thou standest, like imperial
magne.
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy
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Outstretched with benedictions o’er
bar with a fine equipment of varied
knowledge and a clear grasp of detail.
As counsel for the Southern Pacific
and other roads he came in touch with
the Harrfman interests in that capac-
ity. When the government took over
the railroads during the war Lovett
was made director of additions and bet-
terments under the administrator.
At the time Lovett became chairman
of the board of directors of the Union
Pacific it was announced that his sal-
ary was $140,000.
While resigning the chairmanship of
the executive committee Lovett con-
tinues his association with the com-
pany and will direct the representation
of the Union Pacific’s interests in con-
solidation matters and in the valuation
of railroad properties upon which the
Interstate commerce commission is now
engaged and to which he has already,
given much attention.
“THIS FREEDOM.”
In Utah, you cannot buy, sell or
make cigarettes in a public place.
In Iowa and Georgia, you cannot tip
a servant.
In Texas, you are not allowed to
preach or teach evolution.
In Oregon, children are not allowed
to attend private schools.
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One correspondent asks us: "What
do Dempsey and Firpo want to fight
again for?” Foolish question 1234567.
Can )any little boy in the class answer
it?
"But I understood,” went on " Bruce,
"that Sir Charles was not at home to
ordinary callers?”
Thompson shuffled about somewhat
uneasily. He wished now he had held
his tongue.
"I had my orders, sir,” he murmured,
in extenuation of his apparently di-
verse actions.
“Tell me what your orders were,”
persisted Bruce.
The man hesitated, not wishful to
offend his master’s friend, but too well
trained to reveal the explicit’ instruc-
tions given him by Sir Charles Dyke.
“Do not be afraid. I will explain
everything to Sir Charles personally.
We can- not best judge what to do—•
whether to wake him or not—unless
we know the position," went on the
barrister.
Thus absolved from blame, Thomp-
son took from his waistcoat pocket a
folded sheet of notepaper.
“I don’t pretend to understand the
reason, sir,” he said, “but Sir Charles
wrote this himself, and told me to be
careful to obey him exactly.”
The barrister eagerly grasped the
note and read:
“If Mr. Bruce, Jane Harding, or Mrs.
Hillmer should call, admit any of them
immediately. To all others say that I
have left town—some days ago, should
they ask you. c. D.”
White, round-eyed and bullet-beaded,
gazed with goggle orbs over Bruce’s
shoulder.
“That settles it, Mr. Bruce,” he said,
“We must see him.”
“Thompson," said Bruce, “does Sir
Charles usually lock his door?”
“Never, sir.”
“Very well. Knock again, and then
try the door. We will go with you.”
Something in the barrister’s manner
rather than his words sent a cold
critic? What plays have you
Probably stowed away in garrets or out-of-the-way places al-
most forgotten.
Until a suitable museum shall have been erected in the city, and
this should not be too long deferred, Rosenberg library has offered
to take care of those articles of historic value.
The offer should be taken advantage of promptly.
Tomorrow some fire or disaster may rob posterity of what may
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Since prohibition went into effect
churches have had difficulty in ob-
taining wine for sacramental use. A
little negro church in the South was
no exception, according to Judge. The
pastor called on some of the sisters
to make wine which could be used.
One old negro woman volunteered, but
all she had to use was persimmons. So
she made persimmon wine. Every-
thing went all right at the church the
day of the services and all the broth-
ers and sisters partook of the wine.
The only trouble was that when it
came to the doxology everybody had
to whistle.
told me not to serve dinner, as he
wasn’t well. He would not let me
get anything for him. He just took
some wine and I have not seen him
since."
“Since when?”
“About 7:30, sir.**
' Bruce turned to depart, but Thomp-
son, with the privilege of an old serv-
ant when talking to one whom he
knew to be on familiar terms with
his master, whispered:
“That there blessed maid turned up
again this afternoon, sir."
The barrister started violently.
“Not Jane Harding, surely?”
“Yes, sir. She came at 4 o’clock
and asked for Sir Charles, as bold as
brass.”
“Did he see her?**
"Oh yes, sir.”
“Do you hear that, White?**
The detective nodded.
“She must have reached the house
about half an hour before me,” he said.
Have you ability as a
AUTUMN.
Thou comest, Atumn, heralded by
rain,
With banners, by great gales inces-
cessant fann’d,
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for a “snug” winter. If you can im-
agine a snug winter in some apart-
ment .houses you win the sheet-iron
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on him without knocking, “haven’t you
got any manners about you?”
“Didn’t you ring?” asked the boy.
“Of course, I rang.”
“Didn’t you ring three times?”
“It may have been three, as I was
in a hurry for ice water, but that
doesn’t excuse you for bursting in
the door.”
“Beg pardon,” replied the boy, as he
backed out, “but you ought to read
the bell card. It’s one ring for the
porter, two for the bellboy and three
for a gun, and when a guest rings for
a gun in this hotel the orders are to
get it to him before the other fellow
can beg his pardon!”—Houston, Tex.,
Post.
prove a great treasure.
Procrastination may be not only a thief but an iconoclast as well.
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TO KNOCK OUT SOME OF YOUR EGO
Do you think that you swim? Can
you swim with all of your clothes on
and take them off in the water?
Do you drive a car well? Can you
spin around the floor of a crowded
garage and get into a narrow space?
Can you box? What would have hap-
pened if you had been in the ring with
Dempsey recently.
Have you a social position? What
would happen to you if you tried to
make it in London or Paris?
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tears in his eyes.
“What can I do to unravel this tan-
gled skein without creating untold
, mischief?" he murmured.
"It beats me, sir,” was the perplexed
answer. “But when I came in I imag-
ined that Jane Harding or some one
had been to see you. Surely, you had
learned something of all this before my
arrival?”
“Yes, indeed. I had reached your
goal, but by a different route. Unfor-
tunately, my discovery only goes to
confirm yours.”
Bruce then told him of his visit to
the lawyer’s office, and its result. Mr.
White listened to the recital with knit-
ted brows.
"It is very clear,” he said, when the
barrister had ended, "that Lady Dyke
was killed in Mrs. Hillmer’s flat, that
Sir Charles knew of her death, that he
himself conveyed the body to the river
bank at Putney, and that ever since
he has tried to throw dust in our eyes
and prevent any knowledge of the true
state of affairs reaching us.”
“Your summary cannot be disputed
in the least particular.”
“Well, Mr. Bruce, we must do some-
thing. If you don’t like to interfere,
then I must.”
"There is but one person in
the world who can enlighten us as to
the facts. That person obviously is
Sir Charles Dyke himself.”
“Unquestionably.”
Bruce looked at his watch. It was
10:30 p. m. He rose.
“Let us go to him," he said.
“But he is not in London.”
“He is. I expect you will find that
he gave orders for no one to be ad-
mitted, and told the servants to say he
had left town to make the denial more
emphatic.”
“It will be a terrible business, I fear,
Mr. Bruce.”
"I dread it—on my soul I do. But
I cannot shirk this final attempt to
save my friend. My presence may tend
to help forward a final and full ex-
planation. No matter what the pain to
myself, I must be present. Come, it
is late already!”
CHAPTER XXVIII.
SIR CHARLES DYKE’S JOURNEY.
The streets were comparatively de-
serted as they drove quickly up White-
hall and crossed the south side of
Trafalgar Square. It is a common
belief, even among Londoners them-
selves, that the traffic is dense in the
main thoroughfarees at all hours of
the night until twelve o’clock has long
past.
But to the experienced eye there
is a marked hiatus between half-past
nine and eleven o’clock. At such a time
Charing Cross is negotiable, Piccadilly
Circus loses much of its terror, and a
hansom may turn out of Regent Street
into Oxford Street without the fare be-
ing impelled to clutch convulsively at
the brass window-slide in the make-
believe effort to save the vehicle from
dance under censorship rules.
In North Dakota, you cannot buy or
smoke a cigarette.
In Massachusetts, according to law,
you cannot whistle on Sunday.
In Kansas, it is a misdemeanor to
be found in possession of cigarettes.
In Arizona, you cannot get a shave or
haircut on Sunday.
In the Bronx, New York, you are not
allowed to smoke pipes in movie
houses.
In Nebraska, all skirts must be not
more than eight inches from the floor.
In Westchester county, you are not
allowed to kill a man without report-
ing it.
In Washington, you are not allowed
to make unnecessary noises.
In Philadelphia, you cannot play a
washboiler in a jazz band.
In New York State, nobody is al-
lowed to carry guns except the burg-
lars and highwaymen.
The impression is unfortunately too prevalent that all the mer-
chant does in the course of the day is to sit behind his counter and
rake in the money. That the salespeople do all the work, the window
dresser makes the goods so attractive as to be almost irresistible, the
newspapers gladly advertise the stores, some place up north sends
the goods as they are needed, and that’s about all there is to mer-
chandising.
The merchant has his place in the affairs of the community in
which he is located, and, contrary to what appears to be the too gen-
eral belief, it is not his place to finance every proposition conceived
and promoted by every other member of the community. The mer-
chant and every one else, for that matter, should be permitted to
exercise his judgment as to the merits of the proposition he is solicit-
ed to aid in financing. However, be it understood, the merchant is
never unwilling to lend aid to what he believes will benefit the com-
munity. His calling usually affords him a better opportunity for
estimating the value of these propositions than is held by those who
would enlist his help and this estimate would frequently be found of
greater worth than, the amount of money he might be able to con-
tribute to the furtherance of the idea. It would be an innovation
worth trying to start something in a popular way without first ask-
ing the merchants to head the list, get under the load or contribute
the supposedly needed finances.
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anxious that you should be sent up-
stairs if you called. But that was
when he was in the library."
Bruce and the detective entered the
hall, the butler closed the door be-
hind them, and then solemnly ascend-
ed the stairs to Sir Charles Dyke’s
bedroom, which was situated on the
first floor along a corridor towards
the back of the house.
They distinctly heard the polite
knock at the door and Thompson’s
query, “Are you asleep, Sir Charles?”
After a pause, there was another
knock, and the same, question is a
slightly louder key.
Then the butler returned, saying as
he came down the stairs:
"Sir Charles seems to be sound
asleep, sir."
Bruce and the detectiye exchanged
glances. The barrister was disap-
pointed, almost perturbed, but he said:
“In that case we will not disturb
him. Sir Charles does not often retire
so early."
"No, sir. I have never known him
to go to his room so early before. He
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Union Pacific rail-
road system. He
gave as his reason
his desire to lessen
his responsibilities
to safeguard his
health.
Lovett, one of the
highest paid railway
executives in the
country at the time
of his resignation,
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cinto, Texas,) June
22, 1860. After at-
tending the high
school at Houston
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tween two heavy ’buses.
Such considerations did not appeal
to the barrister and his companion on
this occasion.
For some inexplicable cause they both
felt that they were in a desperate hur-
ry.
A momentary stoppage at the turn
into Orchard Street caused each man
to swear, quite unconsciously. Now
that the supreme moment in this most
painful investigation was at hand they
resented the slightest delay. Though
they were barely fifteen minutes in the
cab, it seemed an hour before they
alighted at Wensley House, Portman
Square.
In response to an imperative ring a
footman appeared. Instead of answer-
ing the barrister’s question as to
whether Sir . Charles was at home or
not, he said: "You are Mr. Bruce, sir,
aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Sir Charles is at home, but he re-
tired to his room before dinner. He
is not°well, and he may have gone to
bed, but he said that if you came you
were to be admitted. I will ask Mr.
Thompson.”
“Better send Thompson to me,” said
Bruce decisively; and in a minute the
old butler stood before him.
“I hear that Sir Charles has retired
for the night,” said Claude.
Thompson had caught sight of the
detective standing on the steps. A
few hours earlier he had himself told
him that the baronet was out of town.
It was an awkward dilemma, and he
coughed doubtingly while he racked
his brains for a judicious answer.
But Bruce grasped his difficulty. “It
is all right, Thompson. Mr. White quite
shiver down the old butler’s spine.
"I do hope there’s nothing wrong,
sir,” he commenced but Bruce was
already half way up the stairs. Both
he and White guessed what had hap-
pened. They knew that poor Thomp-
son’s repeated summons at the bed-
room door would remain forever un-
answered—that the unfortunate baro-
net had quitted the dread certainties
of this world for the uncertainties of
the next.
They were not mistaken. A few
minutes later they found him listlessly
drooping over the side of the chair in
which he was steated. partly unr
dressed, and seemingly overcome at the
moment when he was about to take
off his boots.
On a table near him were two bottles,
both half emptied, and an empty wine-
glass. Each of the bottles bore • the
label of a well known chemist. One
was endorsed ‘Sleeping-draught,” the
other "Poison," and “Chloral."
The three men were pale as she
limp, inanimate form in the chair while
they silently noted these details. Bruce
raised the head of his friend in the
hope that life might not yet be extinct.
But Sir Charles Dyke had taken his
measures effectually. Though the
rigor mortis had not set in, he had
evidently been dead for some time.
Thompson, quite beside himself with
grief, dropped to his knees by his mas-
ter’s side.
“Sir Charles!" he wailed. “Sir
Charles! For the love of heaven, speak
to us. You can’t be dead. Oh, you
can t. It ain’t fair. You’re too young
to die. What curse has come upon. tha
house that both should go?”
“Evidently. She was surprised last
Thursday week to receive a telegram
asking her to meet him at York Sta-
| tion. When she arrived there he asked
her to write the letter he handed to
you and to post it in London on Satur-
day evening. He explained that his
action was due to his keen anxiety to
shield his wife’s name, and that this
letter would settle the affair altogeth-
er. As he handed her another bundle
of notes, and promised to settle £100
a year on her for life, she was willing
enough to help him. During your
interview with her you guess-
ed the reason why she wrote
Lady Dyke’s hand so perfectly. She
had copied it for three years.”
“All this must have astonished you
considerably?”
"Mr. Bruce astonished isn’t the word.
I was flabbergasted! Once she started
talking I let her alone, only rattling
the handcuffs when she seemed in-
clined to stop. But all the time I felt
as if the top of my head had been
blown off.”
"I imagine she had not much more
to tell you?"
"She pitched into you as the cause
of all the mischief, and went so far
as to say that she was sure it was
not sir Charles who killed Lady Dyke,
but you yourself.”
Bruce winced at Jane Harding’s log-
ic. Were he able to retrieve the past
three- months the mystery of Lady
Dyke’s death would have remained a
mystery forever.
"Now about the photograph,” said the
detective. “After I had left Jane Hard-
ing with a solemn' warning to speak
to no one until I saw her again, I made
a round of the fashionable photograph-
ers and soon obtained an excellent
likeness of Sir Charles. I showed it to
Dobson, and she said: ‘That is Colonel
Montgomery’. I showed it to the fore-
man of the furniture warehouse, and he
said: ‘That is the image of the man
who ordered Mrs. Hillmer’s suite.’ Now,
what on earth is the upshot of this
business to be? I called at Wensley
House, but was told Sir Charles was
not in town. Had he been in, I would
not have seen him until I had dis-
cussed matters with you.”
“That is very good of you, Mr. White.
May I ask your reason for showing
him this consideration?”
The policeman, who was very earnest
and very excited, banged his hand on ।
the table as he cried:
"Don’t you see what all this amounts
to? I have no option but to arrest Sir
Charles Dyke for the murder of his
wife."
- "That is a sad conclusion.”
"And do you believe he killed her?”
“Strange as it may seem to you, I do
not.”
“And I’m jiggered if I do either.”
“I—I am greatly obliged to you,
White.”
Claude bent his head almost to his
knees, and for some minutes there was
complete silence. When he again
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I here appears to exist a belief, more or less general, that the
merchant, the retail dealer, is the point of beginning for whatever
forward movement is contempltaed by the community in which
these merchants happen to be doing business. Project a new enter-
prise, inaugurate a local celebration, gather a charity fund, what-
ever the movement, if it need financing, the retail merchant has
already been chosen as the beginning place for the gathering of funds.
The merchant is himself largely responsible for the reputation for
unlimited generosity attributed to him. So seldom has he failed to
“come across’ and so apparently cheerful has been his attitude, that
it has lent encouragement to the belief that he likes the process.
Now there have been men who liked to undergo a surgical operation;
at least they have so stated, after coming through alive, but regard-
less of how emphatic the statement may have been made, or the well-
known reputation for veracity of the relator, there is always left in
the minds of the hearer a doubt as to the sincerity of the man. Hence
it will not do to too hastily jump to the conclusion that the merchant
is delighted when he is solicited to give a financial boost to some
proposition.
Men in business are no different than others who sell their time
and talent for a stipulated wage, both depend upon what might be
termed a working capital for the successful prosecution of their
calling. The wage earner usually knows that his capital is to be
handed him at the end of the week or the month, the merchant fig-
ures probably receipts against known outgo and what remains, if
any constitutes his working capital. Whatever is subtracted from
this amount must be replaced by increased effort to sell, or by the
practice of more strict economy, the curtailing of some investment
calculated to draw trade, or .perhaps by some self-denial which the
professional man or the wage earner is seldom if ever called upon
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Galveston Tribune. (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 43, No. 281, Ed. 1 Saturday, October 20, 1923, newspaper, October 20, 1923; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1597172/m1/4/?q=j+w+gardner: accessed July 6, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Rosenberg Library.