The Frontier Echo (Jacksboro, Tex.), Vol. 4, No. 5, Ed. 1 Friday, August 16, 1878 Page: 1 of 4
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JACKSBORO, TEXAS, FRIDAY, AUGUST 16, 1878.
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WHY THE OATE 0? HEAVEN
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ifi :*nt
A will went to to thfe'petrlr gate
And knocked three times, but she biul to
wait
In tlie cold without till the warden came—
lie looked 1 hrougti the ban uiidaakud her
. name.
•'Yen will llnd my name, If you please to
look.
Inscribed in ftill on you record book;"
Meopenedthe book and read with care,
'Midtbe.
tome,
Iwnone
rill aay ♦Well done.
^ rinejarU long
the wroDaf f
at tbealtaf, «txn* in the choir,
Iter, now and then,
illy tastes of worldly!
Ir means We might afl
liat by tlielr means We miflht afford
ro carry on the work of the Lord;
.; • beat
i sublime latent,
land festul (kit*.
; worker there.
andtell
; t ?*
My every ei
To aeoomi"
3ASW
Of many ehti
We built the
E'ennow 1'
The Ikr-off L
The warden
Tnrnt-d ami
.. .Wft'tr 'i^awnw. j ■ •
"That clows the gate Of heaven to mef*
"Thenlii ta an honest debt you made
For the ooetly church, and _
in:: which' yw- pave put y ur
odUJnst."
■ay a tear,
but, ah*, not
uusnvoJ, iwdulv*
" ' fyjK'';v'vy./
the gate of heav-
ipolit Htrald.
Q I attended
at IX# My sell'
M<& studied
g| years, and
apeak,aft
We were
■lea for the
,oW. Be-
, we had ample
indulge oar mischle:
ng propensities, "ioa tnay
be sore that no opportunity was
allowed to pass without some
worsted
our mis-
sult of the
am about to
pimary stop to
r*eon
nonse
Square,
I
to "fttall
E
T
e we had, se
tormentedonf
eveiy conceiy?
no one
clothing
talk serious
Supernatural agen
credited with the
sgeii
were
everybody
tie at ran
Inly look
mm.
us
on. ^ He was a
fellow front
neatness of
arance
thing could
ir. >fe took
' ing like a
lid necessarily
one, and violently
oppose any ideas "tendtng to the
supernatural. As it turned out
were correct.; He not only
did not believe iin anything of
fee
Pf
him the first
as violently
Pans and
n all over
lvalrs broken
htful noises.
8qwnre,
'WXA8.
e began, .0
torn from the-hi
jucketswtrel
*1«ujmq6i, and
aniidsf ^oit frj^ , . .
We diappenred Jpst in time to
tvold detection. iNext morning
te spoke of being annoyed dttr-
ng the night, aho asked what
t meant. Then it was explain-
ed how the hotnei was haunted,
and how spectres; appeared on
certain occasion*, nnd
| many
shell stories. He plainly look-
tfr w shall I for-
get the calm dignity and cour- 'moved towards him as if
ugo With xvhlt'h ho iiiiBWered lite gr.t <p him, but, as I moved,
What would yon do if a vis-
it should be paid you one of
these nightfc?"
"It is all very well," he au
swered, "for you to have your
jokes at the expense of others,
but, boys, let. me tell you one
thing. I am t neither superstiti-
ous nor foolish enough to be-
lieve in what you term super-
natural visitations; but I tell
von all plainly that I intend to
be prepared, and any person or
ghost thatappears ia my room
after T retire, 1 shall shoot like
a dog."
Of course we all laughed at
this, and hoped for the ghost's
sake that ne would not be
troubled.
Myself and three friends held
a meeting that veiy night. At
ter all had retired we sat smok
lag in my room.
"Well, boys," said I, after
smoking for a few moments,
'♦what's to be done f Can't we
manage to raise a ghost for
this nnbelievert" j
"I suppose so," answered my
next neighbor, doubtfully; "but
the fellow sleeps with a revolver
under his pillow, and, in fact,
1 believe he is fool enough to
use It."
• "Well, boys, an idea strikes
me, I'll tell yon what we can do.
I'll play sick tomorrow, and
while you are all at dinner, I'll
steal in his room and doctor his
pistol. Thein our spirit is safe."
"Capital 1 Capital I" said all ;
so it was settled, and we
until next night.
I sent word next clay that I
"* desired to keei
5
Was unwell
my>com, which I was alio we
to do. As the dinner bell rung
I slipped out and crept into our
victim's room. After a short
search ! found the weapon, and.
after extracting the bullets, 1
replaced it. All was now ready
Now for the end.; ^
As agreed twelve o'clock P.
M. found us together ready for
the venture. I had piocured
flour and all hecesries durin{
the. day. I powdered up. an
tied on the sheet, letting it flow
behind me in the most ghostly
manner possible. A pan of
called
throf^a pale,
>: my filce. f>3
that I looked
m, iuhabitanfcjol
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We now proceeded to the room.
My three friends were to re
main outstde and enjoy the fuu
I walked in and approached the
bed. There he lay, peacefully
sleeping. The moon Was shin-
ing brightly in the room, adding,
if anything, to the general
effect, I reached over and
touched him. With a start he
awoke and looked full at me.
" with-;!Mr
ground
to be
mmsmr- but 1
man.
'ou ?lrant ?" he
said, in as grave-
as I could, piaster.
" ~ Won' are'
ery' dangerous joke,
you fat cy me fool enough to
frightened by snch nonsense
this, you are much mistaken.
_lve you one minute to walk
out of thdt door."
I never moved. He spoke
again. "I don't wish to act
rashly, but. by heaven, if you
persist in this folly, I will shoot
As he spoke he reached under
tile pillow and handled his pis-
tol. I saw a look of determina-
tion Hash into hia eyes as he
cocked the piece, bntl stood
serfectly still lookiug at him.
"Will you go or not? No?
then pay for your obstinacy."
: As he spol<e lie raised the pis?
tol und fired full at me. I smil-
ed hideously. "I wont miss
twice," he said, and fired again.
Now was my time. Again 1
drew my hand through the
biA'iiing alnohol, and, pointing
through the window out, into
the night 1 yelled, "Come."
Stretching out, my arms I
"to
he
threw up hid Hands, and, with a
yell of mortal terror fell back—
dead.
The Heyoiem of an Engineer.
Train 530 on rltn- IVnusyivaiiia
Railroad lift Phdudeipiiru
7:35 on Wednesday morning
its time tliruugh to J< rsey Oil,!
id 1 hour and 45 ininuti's ajt
I lie passeugerd are due in
York in two horns. There were
live crowded passenger-coaches.
Oermantown Juncii« n is the on
lv stop.—Leaving Qerinantpwu,
the train passed ilip smaller sta
tions in New Jersey and whirl-
ed throilgli Trentun on time.
Ed. Osmond, the engineer, sal
with his band on the throttle of
the engine, steadying it, but
keeping it up to its 65 miles an
hour. Running these fast, trains
is no boys' play. Only the eld
est and most reliable' engineers
are intrusted with the task. Os-
mond has been IS yeaas in the
company's service, and has run
an engine for 10 years.
He was approaching Millstone
Junction, and. a mile west of
New Brunswick, when Osmond
felt something strike the cab
lirectly .beneath him, and the
rtext instant he was lying pros
trate on the engine m front of
where the cab had been. It was
knocked into pieces and strewn
along the track. '
The engine, deprived of his
control, gathered fresh impetus
every- moment froth its open
throttle. Osmond, half stunned,
lay for a second till he felt no
bones were broken and his grip
was secure. There was a bum
or two and a scald or two, but
he did not feel them, so great
was the nervous tension. After
he had sufficiently recovered
himself he saw what had hap-
pened. The heavy connecting
rod of the dri ving wheels on the
right of the engiue had broken,
and one end of it swinging
around with tremendous veloci-
ty hud hit his cab with theforce
of a trip-hammer and knocked
it skyward. .
, Slowly and carefully at first,
but with increasing confidence,
Osmond let himself down into
his place. It was the work of a
moment to reveso the engine,
irid of another to apply the air-
brake. The train was at a
standstill before New Bruns
wick was fairly in sig'it.
The fireman who had witness-
ed it all, was in his place on the
left side of the tender, and So
Out of danger from tne whi
iron arm; bnt when the c
was knocked in pieces about
his ears lie thought all was over
'With poor Osmond. He caught
the rear edge of the tender, let
himself quickly down and took
-;fuge in the baggage car, v-^ v
The ":jp®SS6ngere "on traitf- 86
little knew of their harrow es-
cape. It Is impossible to say
what would have been the result
If Osmond had done What many
engineers would have done—
jumped for Ids own life, and left
them to their fate. It was an
act of quiet heroism in the dis-
charge of duty that has not
often been equaled in the fierce
heat of battle. .
Osmond heeded no apology
to Superintendent Barker tor
being three-quarters of an hoot-
late with train 86 on Wednesday
morning.—New York Sun.
witat picKest, tium tip?" Ami
he answered and %aid "A pin."
And the bank man said," lAttle
boy, are you good f And lie
said he was. And the bank man
said, "How do you vote—e.vcusn
me,do you po to Sunday-scltooir''
And he said he did.
Then the bank man took down
a pen, matte of pure gold, and
flowing wih pure ink and wrote,
on a piece of paper, "St. Peter,"
and asked the little boy what it
stood for, and lie said, "Salt Pe-
ter." Then the band man said
it meant "Saint Peter.'* The lit-
tle boy said, "Oh I" The bank
mart took the little boy into
partnership, and gave him half
the profits and all the capital,
and lie married the bank man's
daughter, nnd all he has is all
his, aud all his own too.
My uncle told me this story,
and I spent six Weeks picking
up pins in front of a bank. I
expected the bank man would
call me in and say, '-Little boy,
are you jjood t'-' and I was going
(Would. •
A citi/.ej^Hb) was doing some
^uarketin^^Pltcnl.'iy had hi*
attention attracted to a boy
about 12 years of age, who
seemed anxious to got hold of
one of the many big watermel-
ons piled up iu the Central
Market. It seemed like a good
chance to sow a seed in the lad's
mind, and the citizen beckoned
the boy, and queried;
"My son. would you like to
steal one of those melons ("
"Yes, sir," was the prompt
reply.
"Yon would, eh 1 I am sorry
to hear tliat. If you should
steal one of of those melons, my
boy, do you -know what the re-
sult might be?"
The lad scratched his head,
surveyed the pile again, and
answered: , . \
"I 'spect the plagney thing
.would W green all the way
through V'—Detroit Free Press.
to say M:
and if lie asked
Two Little Boys.
The man lives in Philadelphia,
who, when young and poor, en-
tered a bank and says he,
Please sir, don't you want a
little boyAnd ilie stately
tersonage said, "No, little boy ;
"don't want a little b>>y," Tats
little boyt whose heart was too
full for utterance, chewing a
iece of liquroite stick he had
ought with a cent he hud stolen
from his good and piotij aunt,
with sobj plainly audible, and
with great globules of water glid-
ed silently, down the marble
steps of the bank. Bending his
noble form, I lie bank man dodg-
ed behind the dour, fur he
thought the little boy waw.goiKg
to shy a stone' at him. H it tin-
boy picked iij) something aad
St lick it into hi.* poor but-Tugged'
Jacket. "Cotne here, little boy,"
and the little boy did conn' heiv;
and the batik man said, "Lo!
me what "St. John" stood for, I
was going to say "s'alt John."
But I guess the bank man
Wasn't anxious to have a part-
ner, aud guess the daughter was
a son, for gne day says ho to me,
"Little boy, what are you pick-
ing up?" Says 1; awfully meekr
ly^ "Pln8." Saya he, "Let's see
'em." And lie took 'em and I
took oft my cap, already to go
in the bank, ana become a part-
ner and marry his daughter.
But I didn't get an invitation.
He said "Those pins belong to
the bank, and if I catch yon
hanging round here any more
I'll set the dogs on yon 1" Then
I left, and the mean old cusn
kept the pins. Such is life as 1
find it. v
[New i'ork Qraphlo«T
It is not alone printers and
compositors wi 11 enjoy the fol
lowing. It is a capital and very
forcible iUustaitiou of a printing
office dialogue:
Foreman of the _ofliee—J ones
what are you at now ?
Oompositor^—I'm getting a
"Honse on Firemost done.
Fot eman—What is Smith
about ( v. -V
Compo3ilor-~He is
on ^A Horrid Murder."
Foreman—Finish it as qnick
as possible, and help ilorse
through With his telegraph.
Bob, what are you trying to get
up
B«)b—A Panic in the Money
Market. . ■
Foreman—Com, what are you
distributing?
Tom—Prizes in the Gift Lot-
tery. ' ^
Foreman—Stop that and take
hold of this "Bunaway Horpe."'
Slocrim. what in creation llitve
ou beeu about for the last half
f
«i
lour f
Slocum—Justifying the "Com-
promise Measure" .whiah my
"sub" set up.
Foreman—You chap on the
stool there, what -are you on
now t
Chap on the stool—On the 'Ta-
ble' that yon gave me.
Foreman—Lay it on the table
for tho present; no room for it.
Compositor —How about those
"Municipal Candidates ?'-'
Foreman ••Bun 'em in. What
did yon say, Slocum ?
Slocum—Shall I lead these
"Men of Boston ?"
Foreman- No, they are "sol-
id," of coilrse.
Compositor- Do you want a
"full face" head to 'Jenny Liud's
Family?' . ■.
Foreman—No ; . put'iu tsi
"small caps." John iiaVe you
got up that1 "Capital Joke?"
No sir ; I'm our of sorts.
Foretuaii—Well, throw in this
"Million of .California Gold,"
and when you get through with
it I'll give yousome more. Wil-
son. have you finis lied "The
Coalition ?"
Wilson—Yes, sir, the "Coali-
tion'' i3 all up.
K litbr—Wiiat do yoil want
now {
Pr. Divi!—-More cojiy, nir.
Jv.litu:'-- Have you completed
that 'Kiloijui'iit. flianksyivin zr
l)i-4coir.si' /
Pr. Ue\ il - Ye?!, .-ii ; :;: <1 I've
j:ivt got pp \\ \Var:n Winter."
Be of Good Ohoer,
A man who acquires a habit
of giving Way to degression is
on the road to ruin. .Vhen trou-
ble cornea upon him, instead of
rousing his energies to combat
it, lie weakens, and his faculties
grow dull, and his judgement
becomes obscured, and he sinks
in the slongh of despair. And if
anybody puMs him out by niaia
force ana places him safe on
solid ground; he stands there de-
jected,discouraged, and4s pretty
sure to waste the
:e means of help
which have been given, hint.
How different it is with the man
who takes a cherry vie w of life
evert" at its worst-, and faces
every ill with unyielding pluck 5
He may be swept away by au
overwhelming tide of misfortune,
but he bravely struggles for th«
shore, and is,over ready to make
the moat of help that may be
given hiib.' - A valuable trait of
character, and should be assid-
uously cultivated.
-—— ——
Eoho Park, Colorado.
At the junction of Green and
Bear rivers. % is. w,hat, i« calle i
Echo Park, talking its n tme from
the very singular eschoes that are
heard there. One writer Who
noted the remarkable reverber-
ations, says that wheu a gun is
discharged total': silence follows
the i-eport foi a mdment, then,
with 'Startling siiddenness, tho
echo is heard, seemingly at a
great distance—shy five miles to
the sonth—whence it comes back
in seperate and distinct reverber-
athms, as if leaping from glen to
glen. Loudernnd quicker grew
the sound, until apparently di-
rectly opposite. whtn a full vol-
ume of sound is returned ; then
once more the echo is heard,
)iko the snapping of a cap, far to
the eastward.
v To-Day.
Enjoy the present, whatever it
may be, and be not-solicitous for
the future; for it you take your
foot from tho present standing
and thrust It forward to to-mor-
row's event you are in a restless
condition ; it is-like refusing to
quench your present - thirst by
tearing you will want to drink
the next day. If to-morrow yon
should want, your sorrow would
come time enough, though you
do not hasten it, let your trouble
tarry till its own day comes.
Enjoy ttie blessings of thi„s day,
if Uod sends them, and fife evils
of it bear patiently and sweetly;
for this day is our/. We are
dead to yesterday-Mind not yet
born to to-morrow.
' —
" implo- Provocation.
Another queer report of ft
jury has been recorded in Eng-
land. A Sheffield furnacemaij
came home late and drunk, and
his wife, who was asleep, kept,
him waiting iit the door longer
than pleased him. Accordingly
lie knocked her down upon a
sofa, emptied a bucket of watetf
upon her. pulled her along lie*
floor, kicked her in the mouth
with his heavy -shoes and won. d
np by dragging ht!r Ihto the
y.nd and jumping upon her.
The jury found him guil')% but
recommended to mercy "°"i
ground of the provocation g'VL':>
!ii;n by liis Wife."
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