Honey Grove Signal. (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 38, Ed. 1 Friday, March 27, 1896 Page: 4 of 4
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Fou may be.
Fenough for me,"
' in New York Sun.
Fingall! Oh, Fingall!"
5iist was rising from the
ie sun was drinking it de-
lly; the swift, blue water
3d underneath it, and the top ol
Tite Faced mountain peaked the
fist by a hand length. The river
brushed the banks like rustling silk,
and the only other sound, very sharp
and clear in the liquid monotone,
was the crack of a woodpecker's beak
on a hickory tree.
It was a sweet, fresh, autumn
morning in Lonesome valley. Before
night the deer would bellow reply
to the hunters' rifles and the moun-
tain goat call to its unknown gods,
but now there were only the wild
duck skimming the river and then
rising and fading into the mist, the
high hilltop, the sun and again that
"Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!"
Two men lounging at a fire on a
ledge of the hills raised their eyes to
the mountain side beyond and above
them, and one of them said present-
"The second time. It's a woman's
Pierre nodded and abstractedly
stirred the coals about with a twig.
"Well, it ia a pity—the poor Cyn-
thie!" he said at last.
"It is a woman, then? You know
her, Pierre—her story?"
"Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!"
Pierre raised his head toward the
sound; then, after a moment, said:
"I know Fingall."
"And the woman? Tell mo."
"And the girl. Fingall was such
as Shon McGann, all fire and heart
and devil may care. She—she was
not beautiful except in the eye, but
that was like a flame of red and
blue. Her hair, too—then—would
trip her if it hung down. That was
all, except that she loved him too
muoh. But women—et puis, when
a woman gets a man between her
and the heaven above and the earth
beneath, and there comes the great
hunger, what is the good? A man
cannot understand, but he can see,
and he can fear. What is the good?
To play with life—that is not much—
but to play with a soul is more than
a thousand lives. Look at Cynthie."
He paused, and Lawless waited
patiently. He knew Pierre well.
Presently Pierre went on.
"Fingall was gentle. He would
take off his hat to a squaw. It made
no difference what others did; he
didn't think; it was like breathing
to him. How can you tell the way
lines happen? Cynthie's father
alTSt. Gabriel's Fork
over against the great sawmill. Fin-
gall was foreman of the gang in the
lumber yard. Cynthie had a brother,
Fenn. Fenn was as bad as they
make, but she loved him, and Fin-
gall knew it well, while he hated the
young skunk. The girl's eyes were
like two little fireflies when Fingall
was about, and when he thought of
her he said to me once, 'They are
the kind God made for the whole
year round.' He was a gentleman,
though he had only half a name—
Fingall—like that! I think he did
not expect to stay—he seemed to be
waiting for something, for always
when the mail came in he would be
there, and afterward you wouldn't
see him for a time. So it seemed to
me that he made up his mind to
think nothing of Cynthie and to say
"Fingall! Fingall! Oh, Fingall!"
The strange, sweet, singing voice
"She is coming this way, Pierre,"
"I hope not to see her. What is
"Well, let us have the rest of the
"Her brother Fenn was in Fin-
gall's gang. One day there was trou-
ble. Fenn called Fingall a liar. The
gang stopped piling. They expected
the usual thing. It did not come.
Fingall told hiw to leave the yard
and they would settle some other
time. That night there was a wick-
ed thing. We were sitting in the
barroom when we heard two shots
and then a fall. We ran into the oth-
er room. There was Fenn on the
floor, dying. He lifted himself on
his elbow, pointed at Fingall and
fell back. The father of the boy stood
white and still a few feet away.
There was no pistol showing—none
at all. The men closed in on Fingall
npw. He did not stir—he seemed to
be thinking of something else. He
had a puzzled, sorrowful look. The
men roared round him, but he wav-
ed them baok for a moment and
looked first at the father, then at the
eon. I could not understand at first.
Some one pulled a pistol out of Fin-
gall's pocket and showed it. At that
moment Cynthie oame in. She gave
a cry. By the holy, I do not want
to hear a ory like that often. She
fell on her knees beside the boy and
oaught his head to her breast. Then,
with a wild look, she asked who did
it. They had just taken Fingall out j
into the barroom. They did not tell
her his name, for they knew that
she loved him.
"'Father,' she said all at once,
'have you killed the man that killed
"The old man shook his head.
There was a sick color in his face.
" 'Then I will kill him!' she said.
"She laid her brother's head down
and stood up. Some one put in her
hand the pistol and told her that it
was the same one that had killed
Fenn. She took it and came with
us. The old man stood still where
he was. He was like stone. I look-
ed at him for a moment and thought;
then I turned round and went to the
barroom. The old man followed.
Just as I got inside the door I saw
the girl start back aad her hand.
e saw that it was Fingall.
looking at her very strange,
s the rule to empty the gun in-
a man who had been sentenced,
and already Fingall 2iad heard his
'God have meroy!'
"Fingall said to her in a muffled
" 'Fire Cynthie!'
"I guessed what she would do. In
a kind of a dream she raised the pis-
tol up—up—up till I could see it was
out of range of his head and she
fired. One! two! three! four! five!
Fingall never moved a muscle. But
the bullets spotted the wall at the
side of his head. She paused after
the five, but the arm was still held
out and her finger was on the trig-
ger. She seemed to be in a dream.
There were only six chamber's in the
gun and of course one chamber was
empty. Fenn had its bullet in his
lungs, as we thought. Some one be-
side Cynthie touched her arm, push-
ing it down. But there was another
shot and this time, because of the
push, the bullet lodged in Fingall's
Pierre paused now, but waved with
his hand toward the mist which now
hung high up like a canopy between
"But," said Lawless, not heeding
the scene, "what about that sixth
"Mon Dieu, it is plain! Fingall
did not fire the shot. His revolver
was full—every chamber—when
Cynthie first took it."
"Who killed the lad?"
"Can you not guess? There had
been words between the father and
the boy. Both had fierce blood. The
father, in a mad minute, fired. The
boy wanted revenge on Fingall, and
to save his father laid it on the oth-
er. The old man? Well, I do not
know whether he was a coward or
stupid or ashamed—he let Fingall
"And Fingall took it to spare the
"For the girl. He knew it wasn't
good for her to think that her father
killed his own son."
"And what came after?"
"The worst. That night the girl's
father killed himself, and the two
were buried in the same grave. Cyn-
"Fingall! Fingall! Ob, Fingall!"
"You hear? Yes, like that all the
time as she sat on the floor, her hair
about her like a cloud, and the dead
bodies in the next room. She thought
she had killed Fingall, and she knew
that he was innocent. The two were
buried. Then we told her that Fin-
gall was not dead. She used to come
and sit outside the door and listen
to his breathing and ask if he ever
spoke of her. What was the good of
lying? If we said he did, she'd oome
in to him, and that would do no
good, for he wasn't right in his
mind. By and by we told her he was
getting well, and then she didn't
come, but staid at home, just saying
his name over to herself. Alors,
things take hold of a woman—it is
so strange! When he was strong
enough to go out, I went with him
the first time. He was all thin and
handsome, as you can think, but he
had no memory and his eyes were
like a child's. She saw him and
came out to meet him. What does
a woman care for the world when
she loves altogether? Well, he just
looked at her as if he'd never seen
her before and passed without a sign,
though afterward there came trou-
ble in his face. Three days later he
was gone, no one knew where. That
is two years ago. Ever since she
has been looking for him."
"Is she mad?"
"Mad? Holy Mother, it is not good
to have one thing in the head all
the time. What do you think? So
much all at once! And then"—
"Hush, Pierre! There she is," Law-
less said, pointing to a ledge of rock
not far away.
The girl stood looking out across
the valley, a weird, rapt look in her
face, her hair falling loose, a staff
like a shepherd's crook in her hand,
the other over her eyes as she slow-
ly looked from point to point of the
horizon. The two watched her with-
out speaking. Presently she saw
them. She gazed at them for a min-
ute, then descended to them. Law-
less and Pierre arose, doffing their
hats. She looked at both a moment,
and her eyes settled, steadily glow-
ing, on Pierre. Presently she held
out her hand to him.
I knew you—yesterday," she
Pierre returned the intensity of
her gaze with one as deep and strong.
"So, so, Cynthie,"he said, "sit
down and eat."
He dropped on a knee and, drew a
Scone and some fishes from the ashes.
She sat facing them, and taking
from a bag at her side some wild
fruit, ate slowly, saying nothing.
Lawless noticed that her hair had
gone gray at her temples, though
she was but one and twenty years
old. Her face, brown as it was,
shone with a white kind of light,
which may or may not have oome
from the crucible of her eyes, where
the tragedy of her life was fusing.
Lawless could not bear to look long,
for the fire that consumes a body
and sets free a soul is not for the
sight of the quick. At last she rose,
her body steady, but her hands hav-
ing that tremulous aotivity of her
"Will you not stay, Cynthie?"
asked Lawless very kindly.
She came close to him, and after
searching his eyes said with a smile
that almost hurt him: "When I have
found him, I will bring him to your
campfire. Last night the voice said
that he waits for me where the mist
rises from the river at daybreak,
close to the home of the white swan.
Do you know where is the home of
the white swan? Before the frost
comes and the red wolf ories I must
find him. Winter is the time of
sleep. I will give him honey and
dried meat. I know where we shall
live together. You never saw such
roses! Hush! I have a place where
we can hide"—
Suddenly her gaze became fixed
and dreamlike, and she said slowly,
"In all time of our tribulation, in all
time of our wealth, in the hour of
death and in the day of judgment,
good Lord, deliver us."
"GoodLord, deliver us," repeated
Lawless in a low voice. Without
looking at them she slowly turned
away and passed up the hillside, her
eyes scanning the valley as before.
"Good Lord, deliver us," again
said Lawless. "Where did she get
"From a book which Fingall left
They watched her till she rounded
a oliff and was gone; then they
shouldered their kits and passed up
the river on the trail of the wapiti.
One month later, when a fine white
surf of frost lay on the ground and
the sky was darkened often by the
flight of the wild geese southward,
they came upon a hut perched on a
bluff at the edge of a clump of pines.
It was morning, and White Faced
mountain shone solemnly clear,
without a touoh of cloud or mist
from its haunches to its crown.
They knocked at the hut door and
in answer to a voice entered. The
sunlight streamed in over a woman
lying upon a heap of dried flowers in
a corner and a man kneeling beside
her. They came near and saw the
woman was Cynthie.
Then Pierre broke out suddenly,
"Fingall!" and caught the kneeling
man by the shoulder. At the sound
of his voice the woman's eyes open-
ed. "Fingall! Oh, Fingall!" she
said and reached up a hand. The
bearded man stooped and caught her
to his breast:
"Cynthie, poor girl! Oh, ray poor
Cynthie!" he said.
In his eyes, as in hers, was a sane
light, and his voice, as hers, said in-
Her head sank upon his shoulder;
her eyes closed. She was asleep.
Fingall laid her down with a sob in
his throat. Then he sat up and
clutched Pierre's hand.
"In the east, where the doctors
cured me, I heard," he said, point-
ing to her, "and I came to find her.
I was just in time. I found her yes-
"And she knew you?" whispered
"Yes, but the fever came hard aft-
er." He turned and looked at her,
and kneeling smoothed away the
hair from the smiling, pathetio face.
"Poor girl!" he said. "Poor girl!"
"She will get well?" asked Pierre.
"God grant it,"Fingall replied.
"She is better—better."
Lawless and Pierre softly turned
and stole away, leaving the man
alone with the girl.
The two stood in silence looking
upon the river beneath. Presently
a voice crept through the stillness.
"Fingall! Oh, Fingall! Fmgall!"
It was the voice of a woman re-
turning from the dead.—Gilbert
Parker in Cincinnati Tribune.
pliment as she passes. Growing
bolder, he will raise his hat and ven-
ture a sugared bon jour, and if she
is a very pretty girl indeed, he will
do her the infinite compliment of
following her. At least he calls it
a compliment, for no Frenchman
looks upon these advances as imper-
tinences, and it would be useless to
try and persuade him .that the girl
herself so regarded them. His in-
terest in womankind is as vivid as
Adam's undoubtedly was the day he
made Eve's acquaintance, and gen-
tleman and student, the workman
in his blue blouse and the little sol-
dier sunning himself under the horse
chestnut trees, all feel an undying
and burning sentiment about la
Down in the Latin quarter ab-
sinth drinking students pursue less
gentlemanly tactics, for they openly
resent the invasion of their little
world by the American girl student.
They hate her straw hat and her in-
dependent ways. Along those nar-
row old streets of the ancient town
groups of this gentry seated around
their little sidewalk tables t
bread pills at the sailor hats,
derisive bits of verse, Comment d
ly on the young woman's cos
and appearance and often use
sticks in trying to tip the sai
from her head.
After running tha. g^nut o
ciousness and impudence, wbq
American girl experiences her \Srst
affray with a Paris cabman her
views of masouline Franoe grow
soured indeed. He, too, has his ideas
of women, but his methods are those
of a bully and coward. Woe betide
any lonely damsel who disputes a
fare with him or who fails to agree
with M. Cocher's humor. His lan-
guage is frequent and fluent and
free. He will cheat and insult and
overcharge and annoy her until she
prefers to walk and indulges her
first season in Paris in many gusts
of tears over the horrid men.
By and by, however, philosophy
comes to her aid, and she learns the
efficacy of her own tongue and the
policemen to keep her two types of
enemies in subjection.—New York
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Wife—That insurance agent who
dined with us last night seemed a
very gentlemanly fellow. Is he go-
ing to take you, dear?
Husband—No. He says I'm too
great a risk.
Wife—Why, there isn't anything
the matter with you, is there?
Husband—No, no; but he acci-
dentally learned that you cooked
the dinner.—London Tit-Bits.
Alabama's Old Capital Gone.
The name of Aaron Burr chancing
to be mentioned in conversation
with W. A. Hawley, a young law-
yer of Selma, Ala., he said: "Speak-
ing of Burr reminds me of a visit I
made recently to Cahoba, the old
time capital of Alabama, where Burr
spent considerable time, and where
he built a handsome residence, per-
haps the finest in the place, unless
the one owned by William L. Yancy
was superior to it. When railroads
began to be built, Cahoba did not
remain the capital of the state very
long, and one by one the families
that had made the place famous for
fashion, hospitality and learning
moved away, and when I saw it it
was a cotton field, with here and
there the remains of an old brick
chimney. Not a house is left st nd-
ing. Even the cemetery has been re-
moved or trampled down until all
traces of it are obliterated."—Wash-
The ceremonial of the Chinese
court, which uued to include, if it
does not now, complete prostration
before the throne, was once the oc-
casion for adispla}7 of cool audacity.
In the last century a Persian en-
voy refused to go through the de-
grading ordeal, and directions were
given to the officials to compel him
by strategem to do so.
On arriving one day at the en-
trance to the hall of audience, the
envoy found no means of going in
except by a wicket, which would
oompel him to stoop very low. With
great presence of mind and consid-
erable audacity the embassador
turned around and entered back-
ward, and thus, according to his
own conception of etiquette, saved
the dignity of his country from out-
elaborately executed specimens th;
are the most effective, and an cqu;
ly good result may often ba obtained
by a simple mixture of oroam, black
and rose or blue. — Detroit Free
Revival of a Dead Fish.
Beanimation is not unknown with
^eings in whom the spark of
bneously supposed to be ex-
tiiQ but probably for the first time
it has been found possible to reani-
mate a pike which a number of ex-
perienced anglers supposed to be
dead. The feat was witnessed at the
meeting of the Piscatorial society in
the Holborn restaurant. The pike,
which had been out of the water for
over six hours, was shown to the
members, who handled it and be-
lieved it to be lifeless. The fish was
then intrusted to a waiter to be
washed before being handed over to
a taxidermist. But when the pike
had been in the water for half a
minute it suddenly regained con-
sciousness and bit the man's finger
almost to the bone. In case it should
do any further injury, the fish was
promptly hit on the head and dis-
patched beyond the pale of revival.
In its interior were found two small-
er pike, which it had swallowed quite
recentlj7. They were beyond hoj)e of
cians and a standing army of 90 men
—is struck with the ludicrousnessol
finding on its ramparts a lot of Span-
ish cannon of a past age, bearing tha
inscription, Ultima ratio regum—
"The last argument of kings." Tc
a man of reflection the sentiment
seems as antiquated as the brass on
which it is engraved. Not that war
is a practical impossibility. The im-
possibility lies rather in the revolt
of the mind against the retrogres-
sion in civilization which is implied
by war, when there is at hand so
potent, so tried and so honorable a
substitute as arbitration. With this
short cut to justice in mind it is in-
conceivable to a civilized man .that
the laborious achievements of gen-
erations of peace should be given to
the torch in one mad hour through
the revival of the barbarous instincts
Philadelphia's Famous Scrapple.
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thoroughly done. Take the meat
up and add enough water to the liq-
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Bemove the bones and chop the
meat; then put it back in the kettle.
Season, adding sage or summer sa-
vory and onion, if desired. Then sift
in cornmeal, boiling slowly and stir-
ring as if for mush. Make it thick
enough to slice when cold. Turn in-
to a dish, and when wanted for the
table slice and fry in drippings. The
quantity may be increased, as it will
keep a long time in winter.—Ladies'
English Royal Incomes.
Princess Beatrice will continue to
draw her income of $30,000 a year,
as it was made a life grant at the
time of her marriage. By the death
of the Duke of Clarence his brother
and sisters gained in income, as the
$180,000 a year voted for the Prince
of Wales' children continued all the
same. This provision must serve
them during the present reign,
whether their state be married or
single, with children or without.
The Duke of York had n^ extra al-
lowance on his marriage, in spite of
his important position in the direot
line. The deaths which lost money
to the royal family were that of the
late prince consort, whose yearly
$150,000 ceased; that of the Princess
Alice, whose $30,000 a year, as
queen's daughter, was not continued
to her German children, and that of
the Duke of Albany, whose $125,000
a year, as queen's, son, dropped im-
mediately and was but partly re-
placed by $30,000 a year from the
nation to his widow.
YANKEE ,l3 IN paris.
The Parisian Is Never Too Busy to Fore®
His Attentions Upon a Pretty Girl.
Every American girl who travels
to Paris stands in wholesome awe of
the Parisian man. He is the special
bugbear of the independent little
sightseer and the student who goes
to the gay capital to pursue one or
the other of the muses. They don't
understand him at first any more
than they comprehend the French
language or the puzzling system of
Paris trams, but should be fore-
warned to look upon his attentions
with good natured indifference or
stick close to a chaperon.
Provided any girl is sufficiently
young, passably pretty, or even chic
and engaging in her appearance,
sooner or later she will find that
when walking the streets of Paris
alone she is capable of arousing the
most alarming and unpleasant inter-
est in the average passing man. It
won't be very long before she comes
to the disgusted conclusion that no
Parisian of the sterner sex, no mat-
ter how old, how soured, or how
busy he may be, but has time and
patience and the inclination to have
a little fun at her expense.
Her first encounters are usually
with the boulevardier, the inveter-
ate lounger about those broad,beau-
tiful, shady avenues of Paris, where
many outdoor loving Parisians spend
all day and half the night. He is a
well dressed chap, with fierce mus-
taches, the orthodox pointed beard
and a naughty little twinkle in his
eye. He knows an American girl as
far as he can see her, because she is
the only woman of the better class
in Paris who goes about often alone,
her head held high and no suspicion
of danger in her big, innocent Amer-
ican eyes. Maybe she has walked
alone or with a girl friend through
the business quarters and even skirt-
ed the slums of London, Berlin, Am-
sterdam, Dresden and Munich, just
as she would at home, but the bou-
levard lounger quickly shows her
that Paris is a very different sort of
He begins by slow, wicked little
winks with bis twinkling black orbs,
or murmuring some elaborate cona-
An Easy Way of Drc 9 rating Pottery Aftosr
a Cloisonne Method.
A bit of cloisonne enamel, per-
haps a small vase or pitcher, is al-
ways a pretty ornament. Cloisonne
is rather ex: ensive, and if you have
inherited none nor had any thrust
upon you by your friends you may
acquire it at a trifling outlay of time
In fact, if you are clever, you can
make cloisonne yourself, perhaps not
quite as well as an old heathon
Chinee, but well enough to satisfy
yourself and deceive the very elect,
for not even the most cloisonne mad
individual can distinguish the differ-
ence—that is at long range.
The delicate traoery of fine gold
or silver wire, filled in with plates
of rich, deep colors, like mosaic, i3
imitated quite successfully and eas-
ily. First one must buy the pottery
—a vase, ,say—which is sold with
suitable patterns already molded
upon it, all of which are quite flat,
like mosaic. The pottery resembles
ordinary cream colored terra cotta,
and it needs no firing.
The vase must be sized to get a
good foundation for the enamel col-
ors, which otherwise would be ab-
sorbed. Spirit lacquer is used for the
purpose. A very little is needed and
must be spread quite smoothly and
even over the surface of the terra
cotta. A good sized camel's hair
brush is used.
The next process is to put in the
outlines of the design with metallic
paint. This represents onoof the
main characteristics of the genuine
cloisonne. The gold is in the form
of powder, which must be mixed to
the proper consistency with some of
the tincture sold with it. It should
be mixed as dry as possible
on with a very fine oamelj^i^ur
brush in all the outlines of the pat-
tern, which, it will be found, are
sunk into rather lower relief than
the rest of the design. The gold
paint should so fill them up that they
are even with the surface of the
remainder of the plate. Gold is most
frequently used for this purpose,
but copper bronze and silver are also
to be had.
When the work is thus far advanc-
ed, it must be laid aside until it is
once more dry, and then the color-
ing is begun. The colors are sold in
tiny cans. More than 50 shades are
to be had, the paler ones being used
principally for backgrounds, the
darker and rioher tints serving for
the main portions of the design. A
delicate touch is necessary that the
oolors may not encroach beyond the
metallio outlines. The object, of
oourse, is to get the color as smooth
and glossy as actual china. If an
especially brilliant effeot is desired,
this may be obtained by scattering
metallio powder over oertain por-
tions of the painting.
The worker should paint those
parts of the pattern to be thus orna-
mented first after gilding the out-
lines. The oolors or enamels must
not be thinned with turpentine, but
with a special mixture, a thinning
medium, sold for the purpose, whic-
has no bad effeot upon the bright-
ness of the colors. j.
As with so many other and/^im
ilar arts, it is by no means the a^os.
Creating a Demand.
A seedy, red nosed individual
walked into a Market street saloon
recently, laid 10 cents on the bar
"Give me some gooseberry bit-
"Don't keep it," replied the bar-
"All right. Give me whisky, then."
The fellow took his drink and
"He is engaged in creating a de-
mand and in a few minutes you will
The barkeeper had hardly finished
talking when another bibulous indi-
vidual walked in, asked for goose-
berry bitters and took a straight
"Now, wait a minute, and you
will see the trick," said the bar-
In a quarter of an hour a well
dressed man walked up to the bar,
called for a cocktail and asked:
"Don't you want to buy a little of
those gooseberry bitters of mine?"
"No, I guess not."
"No one call for them?"
"Oh, yes; those two fellows you
sent around awhile ago, and they
were both afraid I might have the
"Once," explained the barkeeper,
"all a man wanted to start a bar was
a couple of bottles of bitters—one of
Jamaica ginger and one of whisky.
Now he needs a warehouse to keep
the bitters and cordials in, and that
is the way a demand is created for
a new brand that nobody wants."—
San Francisco Post.
For Sale or Exchange.
j One new 7 room frame dwelling
: 3 4 acre lot, fine large barn—good
water, one of the best improved
homes in the city and situated on
one of the principal streets in the
city and a short distance west from
the public square. Will sell or
exchange at a bargain if taken
quick.. This is a snap for some
one who wants a beautiful home at
a low figure. See L. C. Lamaster
i No chemical imitation but pure
Dalby Springs water, bottled at
springs, thus retaining all its
medical properties,for sale by J.
S. Erwin, at Elite Confectionery.
Complete line of Butterick Pat-
terns, also subscriptions and re-
newals received for the Delineator.
Price, Piovine & Gray.
Gold at Cripple Creek.
The Fabulously rich gold min-
ing district of Cripple Creek, Col-
orado is attracting hundreds of
people. By spring the rush bids
, lair to be enormous. That there
1 is an abundance of gold there is
demonstrated beyond doubt. For-
tunes are being rapidly made.
To reach l ripple Creek, take
the Santa Fe route, the only stan-
dard gague line direct to the camp.
Pullman sleepers and chair cars.
The Santa Fe lands you right in
she heart ol Cripple Creek.
The best way to get there .s
over the Santa Fe Route.
Inquire uf nearest. Ticket Agent,
i or address, W. S. Kecnan G. P. A.
I G. C & S. F- Ry. Galveston, Tex.
Remember we carry the celebrat-
ed Schillings corsets.
Seed Oats at J. B McKee & Cos.
The Racket store has a large and
<-omp ete line of all the latest de-
signs in wail paper. Remember
c hat I can and will sell you
wail paper 10 per cent cheaper
'hao anv h<>use in north Texas.
J H. King.
"Those Infernal Triplets."
In the Noaohian deluge of medio-
cre literature that today covers Eu-
rope and America, when our neigh-
bors, and even our pet friends, are
talking of the dialogues, not of Plato,
but of Dolly, it requires, I grant,
some little courage to be able to say,
"No; I have not read'Those Infernal
Triplets' or 'The Black Chrysanthe-
mum.' " Yet we may be quite sure
that if once the taste has been edu-
cated up to appreciating Plato,
"Those Infernal Triplets" or "The
Black Chrysanthemum" may be
read with impunity—nay, with profit
perhaps, for they will not fascinate,
much less inthrall. Besides, perhaps
the best feature of suoh taste is that
then worse things than frivolous and
sophistical novels will have no pow-
er to allure.
English women "with a purpose"
may imitate the outspokenness of
Roman satirists of the first century,
and Frenohmen with no purpose may Operating I hrou^h Coaches, Free
imitate the unidealistio details of Reclining Chair Cars and Pulmait
Greek romancers of the second, but Sleepers, between prominent Tex
neither will wholly divert us from as points and Memphis.
the best that has been thought and ft f|| |f% TO H lUQ
written. But it is ouly when the \1|| 111 Tjv 1 K||||h\
taste has thus been truly formed iSifliilw
that we can safely follow the advice Ft. Worth, Waco and intermediate
of Plato's panegyrist, to "read that points to Memphis, and Pullman
which we love and not waste our Sleepers to St. Louis, making
memory over a crowd of ffiedioeri- direct connection at both cities for
ties; otherwise we shall lose the all points North, East and South-
mediocrities, and, like Noah's un- east. The best line from Texas
believing audience, find ourselves to all points in the Old States,
hopelessly floundering in the flood. Rates? Maps, and rull information
THE ONLY LINE
Arbitration a Short Cat to Justice
The traveler on the Riviera who A
rambles over the picturesque prom-
ontory of Monaco—that puny prin- j
cipality of less than six square miles ■
with a military band of 350 musi-1
will be cheerfully given upon applica-
A. 6LISS0N, S, G. WARNER,
T. P. A.,Ft Worth, Tex., G. P. A.,Tyler,Tex.
E, W. LaBEAOME,
Gr. P. & T. A., St. Louis, Mo.
We attend to Collection of
Rents, or sell or buy on
All property placed in our
hands advertised free of
We have customers to rent
houses, buy farms and4
city property. If you
have property to sell, let
us know and we'll find a
If you want to buy, just let
us know, and we'll find a
That real estate is more active in this
section than for years. Our sales and
and the numerous inquiries prove this
beyond a doubt. People are rapidly
learning the real value of black land.
A Few of Our Bargains.
No. 245. 85 acres improved
black land 3 1-2 miles east from
Honey Grove. Price $2975, terms
No. 290. 1200 acres unimprov-
ed sandy land, 3 miles northwest
Iron Cothrans Store, in Lamar
county, Texas. Will cut up in
tracts to suit purchasers. Price
per acre, easy terms.
No. 200. 200 acres good med-
ium black land, 4 miles north lroin
Honey Grove, 175 acres in culti-
vation, lasge frame d veiling, good
water. Price $3000, easy lerms.
No 229. 440 ai.res finest quality
of black land in Collin County, 1 ex-
as, addjoimug R. R. station, all in
cultivation, six tenant houses.
Price $15,500, reasonable terms.
No. 225. 7(5 1 2 acres best qual-
ity black iand 1 1-2 miles north-
west lrom Honey Grove, 70 acres
in line cultivation; good, new,
frame dwelling hoUoe, new large
barn. This is one of the best im-
proved small farms in the state.
No. 236. 80 acres line timbered
sandy land, unimproved, 5 miles
north from Honey (jrovo. $10
per acre it taken at once, 1-2 ca&h,
Ua.auce to suit.
No. 297. 118 acres black land,
6 1-2 miles southeast from Honey
Grove. Ail ai cultivation, one 4
room dwelling, also tenant house
of two rooms. Two good cisterns
and plenty ol well water, good
wire tence. Price $25 per acre,
1-2 cash and remainder to suit.
No. 294. 240 acres black iand
4 1-2 miles east from Honey
Grove. 2U0 acres in cultivation.
3 dwelling houses, large barn.
Barn 50x6U ieei, good water, good
wire ienoe. Price $40 per acre,
1-2 cash, balance to suit purchas-
No. 295. 132 acies black land,
6 miles southeast lrom Honey
Grove. 12U acres in cultivation,
7 room irauie dwelling, 2 room
tenant house, good water, good
wire lence. Price $25 per acre,
1-2 cash, balance to suit.
No. 214- 80 acres, be6t quality
sanay iana unimproved, good tim-
ber and good foil, situated 5 miles
north of Honey Urove Price $
No. 215. 100 acres sandy land,
6 1-2 miles north from Paris, Tex-
as. A bargain.
No. 210. 55 acres, fine black
land, 3 1-2 miler east from Honey
Grove, all in cultivation.
No. 291. 268 acres, 7 miles,
Southeast from Honey Grove. 240
acres in cultivation, 2 story frame
dweling, good as new 3 good
tenant houses on the farm, abun-
dance of stock water, with good
cistern at dweling. Good wire
fence. Will cut into 100 tracts if
desired. Price $22.50. Terms to
No. 292. 33 1-2 acres 12 mile
from Public Square of Honey
Grove. Ail in cultivation. 7 room
frame dwelling, large barns, sheds,
good orchard, everlasting water.
Pj ice $2750. easy terms.
No. 293. 115 acres black land,
3 miles east from Honey Grove,
all in cultivation, 4 room dwelling,
good barn, good water, good wire
fence. Price $32.50, terms to suit.
No. 242. 40 acres, black land,
all in fine state of cultivation, 2
miles northwest from Honey Grove
Price $1400, 1-2 cash, balance to
——— it has"
„ , . months
Stone store house, 23xl^fo
lot 23x165. Counters, sheJvil
and everything complete 1«^
goods and groceries* Will be b!
at a bargain, terms easy.
8 rooms, 2 story frame dwellinl
stone chimney, barn, servant!
house, wood shed, good cistern
water with pump, located coovenl
ient to public square, 1-2 acre lot!
Price $1100 easy terms
House and lot south side East!
Main street, good cistern. Price'
$550 easy terms.,
2 houses and lot 125x300 feet!
West side of 14th street. Price
$700, satisfactory terms
One 4 room dwelling on Rail-
road street, well located, good well
of everlasting water. Price, $350.,
terms to suit. I
One 3 room house on\ West
Market street convenient Ito the
Public Square, 1-2 acre lot,\ good
well of water Price $375, terms
This is only a partial
rtenri©mD6r list. If you don't see
what you want call at our office and exam-
ine the complete list. We can suit all.
Office, Up-Stairs in Ryan Block
HONEY GROVE, - -
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Lowry, J. H. Honey Grove Signal. (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 38, Ed. 1 Friday, March 27, 1896, newspaper, March 27, 1896; Honey Grove, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth346524/m1/4/: accessed October 17, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Honey Grove Preservation League.