Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 02, Ed. 1 Friday, August 15, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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Mrs. Will Merrill and dhildren
I of Mangutn, Okla., are spending
la few days with relatives in Car-
U rollton.
A letter from A. W. Rislen,
. dated at Ingieside. states he is
' having a fine outing and landing
plenty of trout fish. The fishing
party will this week visit Aran-
sas Pass, Corpus Cbristi and
j| Tarpin.
' F. M. Good and family and
j *7111 Nix and family of Grand
■ Prairie went to Glen Rose on a
| fishing trip last week. However,
they did not have much success
. in catching fish, but all reported
j a jolly good time.
j Mrs. Harry Poster of Addison
. left Wednesday for Rock Port,
where she expects to spend a
' month with her father, J. H.
i. Harmon and on her return home
she expects to visit other iel-
J atives.at Temple and Teague.
The Best
Beverage
under the
Sun—
Drink
1mm*ln*UttUbJ#s. aufflnu"
■Siidurtl** ths choir maet|JJ«
RtTK. the ssrvlc* and )■ asked to
Iwvt. Abbott Ashton. aupertnlnndsot of
schools. asoorta Fran from ttiv i*ut. Ha
tolls har Or**or» ta a wealthy man,
deeply Interested IS charity wnrl^tnd a
pillar of the church. Ashton becomaa
greatly Interested In Frah and whlla tak-
ing laava of har, holds har hand ami la
oeen by Rapphtra Clinton, stater ofRob-
art Clinton, chairman of the school board.
Fran talla Oratory aha wants a home
with him. Oraca Nolr, Gregory's privet"
aacretarr. takes a violent dislike to Fran
and advises har to to away at oar*.
Fran hint* at a twenty year-old secret.
i
m»dhg
ffiBWWS? ek asv&s?s
Hr*. Oratory. Gregory explains that
Fran la th» daughter of a vary dear friend
who la dead. Fran egrere to the story.
Mrs. Oratory Instate on her maklnt her
home with them and takas har to har
arms. It Is dad dad that Frar must to to
* Cttn-
__... Fran
of the two
was always hoping to run across a clue
Lo my father—and navor did."
• She paused, but at th# pressure of
Abbott’* sympathetic band, the want
on with renewed courage:
"Whan I waa big enough, I wort a
tiny black skirt, and a red coat with
ahlny button*, and I beat the drum
In the carnival band. You ought to
have *een me—eo little. . . . Ab-
bott, you can’t Imagine bow little I
waa I We had about a do*en email
show* ta our company, fortune-teller*,
minstrels, magic wonder*, and all that
—and the band bad to march from one
tent to the next, and stand out In front
and play, to get the crowd In a bunch,
so the free exhibition could work on
their nerves. And I’d beat away, In
my red coat , . and there were
always the strange face*, staring, ■tar-
ing—but I waa so little! Sometime*
A welcome addition to any party
J any time—any place.
Sparkling with life and wholc»omcne»t.
Delicious
Wmifjj refreshing
Imt; Thirst-Quenching
Demand ihc Genuine-
Refuse Substitutes.
r At
Soda
Fountain!
or Carbonated
in Bottlci.
Slews*
Al'W
friendship. Fran la ordered bef....
totandent Ashton to be punished
subordination In school. Chalrmt
Con la present The affair ends
leaving the achool In company o.
Ing * walk alone at midnight, finds Fran
on a bridge talHng her fortune by cards.
Sha tells Abbott that aha to the famous
lion tamer. Fran Nonpareil. She tired of
Mona Ufa and Sought a home
CHAPTER XI-—Continued.
A* be looked Into her ere*. *1' ««»•*
of the abnormal disappeared. "1 have
the Imagination. Fran.” he exclaimed
Impulsively, "If It la your life."
1 “In spite of the Monet" she aaked.
almost sternly.
"You needn’t tell me a word.” Ab-
bott said. “I know all that one need
know; It’* written In your face, a story
of sweet Innocence and bfav* par
Hence.”
"But I want you to know."
"GoodI” he replied with a sudden
•mile. “Tell the story, then; If you
wore aa Odyssey, you couldn’t be too
long"
"The I ret thing I remember to wak-
ing np to feel the car Jerked, or
•topped, or started and seeing lights
Rash past the windows—lanterns of
the brakemen, or lamps of soms town,
dancing along the track. Tbs slesplng
oar was horns—the only horns I knew.
AO night long thers was the groaning
Wt th* wheels, th* letting off of steam,
the rails of tbs men. Bounder Broth-
ors had thslr private train, and moth-
er and I lived In our Pullman car. Aft-
tar a while I knew that folks stared at
as because we were different from oth-
or*. We wars show-people. Then the
thing was to look like you didn’t know,
or didn’t ears, how much people
■stared After that, 1 found ont that I
had *o father; he’d deserted mother,
and har uncle had turned her ont of
doors for msrrylng against his wishes,
and she’d have starved if It hadn't
jhssn for tha sbow peopls ”
•Dear Fran!" whispered Abbott ten-
derly.
"Mother had gone to Chicago, hoping
Sor a position in soms respectable cf-
Ron. but they didn’t want a typewriter
whs wasn’t a stenographer It was
THE COCA-COLA COMPANY, Atlanta, ca.'
Wbene?er yoa Me ea Aitov tbtuk el Cecs-CoU.
Fran resumed abruptly. "But I nev-
er really liked It because whst I want-
ed waa a home—to belong to some-
body. Then I got to hating the bold
store of people's eyes, and their fool-
ish gaping mouths, I hated being al-
ways on exhibition with every gesture
watched, as If I'd been one of the
trained dogs. I hated the public. I
wanted to get away from th* world—
clear away from everybody . . .
like I am now . . . with you. Isn’t
It great 1"
"Mammoth!" Abbott declared, wa-
tering har words with liberal tmagina-
tion.
’’I must talk fast, or tbs Gregory
house will be looming up at us.
Mother taught me all ah* knew, though
she hated books; sh* mad* herself
think sh* wss only la th* show Ilf*
till sh* could make a little more—a\-
fj jjk LJMjjlpin are being rushed uml
MI wwjumm'hmm « show-inn has been made
[ ^|| 1 1mlii-s week. Vaughan and son
- *T» \ jiave placed their machinery for
** inkinK the deep well and we un-
it Waa aa If Abbott Had •sddenl erBtand the gin machinery, in-
Raissd a window In a Raw wind, uding the engine and boiler,
property, because I was the only U *ve ':>een shipped.
SS SSSJ* XZ'ttSZ?* Gin Cn -
that he didn’t make a will! Whan controted by the Dallas Oil
said that mother—it don’t matter whapl Refining Co., announce this
E»ktbtt,h.ir).unti„ erne,
this - , . Oh, goodness. ws*ra her* a will not be operated this fall.
They stood before Hamilton Ora ,ey also say the plant will l>y
"^Oood night,” Fran said hastily. "It ,ved another point as soon
a mistake to begin a long story on practicable. This will again
short road Myl Bat wasn’t that ive Carrollton with but one gin.
short road, though?**
"Sometime, you shall l>al8h thi VVe have secured the agency
SV^ti^wl’ro^^^hesaleof lots in the Malt-
might try It some day, If you aay so.’ css addition and are in posi
"I do say so. What road Is ltT* ,n to make prices on individual
« T in bulk. This part of
ways Just a ltttl* mors—sh* really
loved It, you see But 1 loved the
books—study—anything that wasn’t
the show. It waa kind of friendly
when I began feeding Samson."
’’Poor little Nonpareil!" murmured
Abbott wistfully.
“And often when the show wae be-
ing unloaded. I’d be stretched oat 1n
our sleeper, with * school book preyed
clone to the cinder-specked window,
catching the flrpt light. When the
manls were pounding away at the tent-
pins, maybe I’d bant a seat on some
cage. If It bad been drawn np under a
tree, or maybe It'd be the ticket wag-
on, or even the stoke pile—there you’d
see me stadytag away for dear life,
dressed ia a plain Bttle dross, trying
to look MM ordinary fotka. Mach a
queer little ehap, I waa—aad always
trying ta protend that I wasn’t!
You’d have laughed to see me."
"Laughed at you!" cried Abbott In-
dignantly. "Indeed I shouldn't."
"NoT" exclaimed Fran, patting hi*
arm Impulsively.
"Dear little wonder!" he returned
conclusively. /
"I must tell you about one time," she
continued gaily. "W* were In New
Orleans at the Mardl Ora*, and I was
expected to come Into the ring riding
Samson—not tha vicious old Hon, but
cub—that was long after my days of
tbs drum and tha rod ooat, bless you!
I was a lion-tamer, now, nearly thir-
teen years old, if yon 11 believe me.
WaUI And what was 1 saying—yon
hasp looking so friendly, yon make me
forget myself. Goodness, Abbott, It’s
so much fun talking to yon . . ,
I'v* never mentioned all this to on*
soul la this town . . . Well—oh.
yss; I waa to have oome Into th* ring,
riding Samson. Everybody was’wait-
ing for ms. Th* band nearly blew lb
self black In the face. And what do
yon think was the matterT*’
"Did Samson balkT"
"No. it wasn’t that I was lying on
th* eag* floor, with my baad on Sam-
son—Samson th* Second made such a
gorgeous and animated pillow!—nod 1
was learning geology. I'd Just found
out thnt th* world wasn’t mads In sev-
en United States days, end It rn*
such surprising news that I’d forgot-
ten all about eagss and Hons and lent*
—If you could have seen m# lying
there—If you just could!"
"But I esn!” Abbott declared.
"Your long blhok hair I* mingled with
hi* tawny mane, and your cheek* are
blooming—”
"And my feet ar* crossed." cried
Fran.
"And your font are crossed; sad
i bos* little hands hold up th* book."
Telephone No. 3057.
395 Main, Corner Opposite Postofbe
CHAS. F. CUNT. LAWYER,
DAI«LAS, TEXAS.
in office. Personal Injury, Land, Wills and Estates,
and Insurance Matters given attention.
:ia.V TOorninu Her death
rred after an illness of
some
Grace C.pturoT the Outpoeto. t. , Mr"’ ,?»P8r' *fc
The next evening there was cho '* 1,1 fomembered, lived with
practice at the Walnut Street churc *. and Mrs. D. S. Hailey for
Abbott Ashton, hesitating to make h n„ tilr • p_r_niif.<,_
nightly plunge Into the dust-clouds < 1 me n arn,llt,,n-
learning, paused In th* vestibule I l number of people went to
take a peep at Grace. He knew st r- ^ „ ,
never missed a choir practioa. ft dhfoi nia Crossing on a fiflh-
tbough she could neither sing nor pis trip last Tuesday night and
th* organ, ah* thought It her duty ( ^ntiful supply of fish was
set an exampl* of regular attendant . , , ' n , ...
that might be the means of brlngia h'ht, the largest fish weighing
those who oould do on* or tbs other pounds. Those present
’ •J'’- -to Bvlcer of
her wheelchair at the end of ths pe ,m< Mr. and Mrs. E. Jack-
occupied by the aserstory, while b , and daughter, Willie, Mr.
twaon them sat Mrs. Orscory. Hto *u »*., K .f ^ ...
prise became astonishment on dlaoo1 !, K'Tned,\, Mr.
•ring Fran and Simon Jsffsraon to to »< rs. V\ ill Myers and Mr.
choir loft, alyly whispering and nil Mrs. Andrew Jackson.
Everybody who reads
mats lines bays news-
papers, but everybody
who reeds newspapers
doesn’t bay magaxlnea.
Catch the Drift?
Here’s the medium lo
reach the people of
tbia community.
*Weer Little N mi pa roll!" Murmured
Abbott Wistfully.
wtotoF—and mother had me—I waa so
little aad bad! ... In a cheap
lodging Mass, mother got to know La
Oenlsetti. and aha persuaded mother
to watt with hor for tbs season to open
ap. then go with Bounder Brothers;
they were wintering in Chicago U
was such n kind of life aa mother had
never dreamed of. hut it waa more
convenient than starving, and ahs
thought It would give her a chance to
And father—Shat traveling, all over the
Ia Gonlsettl waa a lion
A Word to the
Borrower
aWT IP you are a Im-
AM | rower of thl*
I paper, don’t you
' think It la an In-
justice to the man who is
puyliigforitf He maybe
looking for it at this vef y
moment, Make It a rrg-
ular visitor to yoiir home.
The auhacrlpl ion price is
'OW about that printing
1 job you're in need of?
r fans showed elfish mlaohlo/ 1 ’ills for constipation,
following Fran’s eye*. fonntVH: “l>r. King's New Lil’o
T *“-h "il1”
ig Grace’s glance—for bs sa il’ nhoulil bo without tlmm."
but hsr at the praoUcee, atoc^,.,,^,. ,-(.KU|Mt,,r f„r tlu* liver
ir,,h-7,'rr.7r„'rr;‘ *»—i-.
he had oftsto experienced thl. Try them. Price L’5c lit
Came iu end see se about
II al yeur first opportunity.
Dob t wait until the vary
last mo meat but give us a
little lima and well nhow
yon whnt high grade werk
we can turn out.
oountry. „ m
tamer, and that’s what mother learned
and thoae two were the ones who
oould go InMdO Ramson s cage. Th<
life wao awfsHy hard, hot aha got to
like It, sad ostyhody was kind to ua.
a04---aaros pouring la, and sh<-
an Investment that will J !
repay you well.
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Risien, John T. Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 02, Ed. 1 Friday, August 15, 1913, newspaper, August 15, 1913; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth556264/m1/3/: accessed April 20, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Carrollton Public Library.