The Daily Leader (Orange, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 155, Ed. 1 Monday, October 5, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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A TALE OT THE BUILDERS
trip of the
The *tory open* during a
"Overland Mall" through
mountain*. “Unele Billy” I.—_ . --
driver. Alfred Vincent, a young man and
1‘hlnea* Cadarallader. Introduced. They
rome acro»a the remain* of a massacre,
letter at Anthony'* station they find the
redskins have carrier! their destructive
work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh-
,vr of Anthony, keeper of station, ta In-
troduced. Anthony has been kllleal.
Vincent I* assigned lit* work In unearth-
ing plan* of enemies of railroad being
built. He return* to Stella. each show-
ing signs of love for the other. Stella hear*
from her lover. Gideon, and of hi* phe-
nomenal *uccea*. Kind* letter of Im-
portance Involving plans of opposition
road. Plot to destroy company * ship
Flora I* unearthed and incriminating evi-
dence against Gad waliader found.
PWneas Cadwalladcr face* pri»on on
charge of wire tapping. A perfect chain
of evidence connects him with plot to
blow up "Flora.” Banquet In railroad
town 1* scene of monopolization of Alfred
by a Mis* Hamilton, with determination
on Stella’* part to change her tempera-
ment Alfred write* passionately to
Stella, decrying the attention which Jje
was compelled to give Mis* Hamilton,
Mrs. "Sally'' Bornurd announce* riche*
Gideon make* threat against Alfred'*'life.
Quickly leaves town on best procurable
horse In search of Vincent, llace to beat
opposition company * stage a sueceaa.
Stella fail* to hear of Gideon. Stella re-
ceive* a letter: "Promise to marry
Gideon Ingram or Alfred Vincent will
die.” Aftcr.conference Stella decides to
flee. Tear* pass. Stella become* known hs
Father Anthony, become* a rich woman,
educates herself »t Vaasar and steps into
highest San Francisco society. Kidnap-
ing changes Alfred greatly and when
he and Stella meet In 'Frisco society, she
passes him without recognition. Stella's
late for Alfred and Ida for her Is revived.
However, neither shows recognition of
the fa' t to the other Stella visits Mr*.
Sally Bernard, now In top notch society
and wealthy. Iwing known as Mrs l.ang-
Bernard Anthony romance Is unfolded.
Showing Gideon, who loved Stella, to be
her own cousin. He repents deeds and
tries to even up score In Interview with
Stella. Alvin Garter. Viola's lover when
the Bernards •w’v-re poor, visit* them and
Sultv H. consents to their marriage,
despite the fact that several son* of rich
•Ires are asking the girl's hand.
The Battle on the Oeiert.
Out In the sage-covered wild* a
horde of pigmies charged the ice-
bound earth with pick and powder.
Fighting desperately against endless
malignant obstacles. George Gregory
forged on toward Salt Lake, the goal
of his dream*.
Side by side, mile after mile, the
rival companies ran iheir grades, the
Central Pacific working steadily east,
the 1'nlon Pacific rushing west from
their main front, and pushing east
with the grade they had begun at
Humboldt Wells. They hoped to out-
run their rival* and meet their own
iron far west of-Salt Leke.
Thus the days sped. Gregory's life
became a profane prayer for Iron. For
ten day* his men worked but four
ffours a day. The rest of the time
they slept, visited or tramped. A few
quarreled, some gambled on the sly.
Yet these men averaged well, and it
was not for them Gregory held his
sleepless vigilance, hut for the tide of
riff raff setting westward from the orf1
coming i'nion Pacific, from the remote
mines and camps, and taking toll of
mischief as it passed
| One night, worn with fruitless court
ship of sleep, Gregory rose and went
out into the desert cold, striding
noiselessly down the sleeping tented
town. He turned the other way,
passed the boarding train, the com-
missary, the shops, and on by the
Chinese camps. Returning, a slight
noise catight his ear as he neared the
wheeled bakery. He stepped, listened,
anti sent his lantern ray against the
door. It was ajar
Presently a man came out with a
lonf of bread and climbed down the
step* into Gregory'* light He was a
recent comer, thick, sturdy, with
beetling brows and fierce, resentful
"What are you doing here?" thun
"I walked too far to get hack for
•upper, and went for some bread," the
man answered readily enough.
' Mow'd you open the door? Wasn't
"Yes, sir; but I got the key. I—”
He got no farther. Gregory dropped j er
bis lantern and flew at him Hot an-
ger und the power of authority rein-
forced Gregory's more than usual
strength. He rained blows and tnvec
five on the offender; flsled him and
booted him; kicked him under the
wagon finally, with a last irate charge.
"Lie there, yon dog!- till daylight. If
you want to; but be out of this camp
before 1 see y^u again, you son of
Iniquity' Blast your eyes! I'll see If
■tealing can t be stopped here!”
Gregory hurried away, but not fast
enough to escape the man's defiant re-
joinder: “Taking a loaf of bread in
place of supper’s no stealing. I'll be
oven with you for this, you damned
The voice was weak, but Gregory
felt the venom, and Its threat.
"There’s a man under the bakery
that I've ordered out of wrap," he said
to the watchman, aa the two met. "See
that he goes; 'ju. give him this—on
the quiet, you understand.” The watch-
ters at Salt lAke City, and Superin
tendent Crocker flitted up and down
the line to the Front whenever the
Sacramento office did not claim him.
The movements of the directors
seemed fatally slow to Gregory^ the
man of steel, who must ask no ques-
tions hut execute their office-made
plans. He chafed more than ever over
delay In forwarding materials, for he
waa desperately near the end of all
the rails on the coast.
"Why don’t you get iron across the
^pthmus?" he asked of Mr. Crocker
when the latter had told of the de-
layed ships carrying iron, locomotives
and other supplies.
"What?” the superintendent cried in
dismay. "Pack iron across the Isth-
mus? Preposterous! The directors
would never consent. Hopkins—he'd
go crazy! We—”
“Good heavens. Mr. Crocker! Don’t
let him—let them hold us up iy>w!"
"But, Gregory, we're planting money
under every foot of track, finished and
unfinished. Think of the things that
need to be done, rebuilt, mended. And
last week we killed 20 Chinamen.
We ll have—"
“Dead Chinamen needn’t bother us;
It's live ones we want.”
"Yes, but the dead ones make it bard
for us lo get more live ones. And they
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“It can’t be done in time."
"It can, air! Telegraph the governor
at Salt Lake. He’ll telegraph the order,
rush the foundries, a dpzen of ’em. By
Jirnlny! You can put the Iron afloat In
a week, have It here In 40 days!"
Mr Crocker caught fire. "By George,
Gregory! 1 believe we might do It.
I’ll have a talk over the wire with the
governor.” He-was about to turn
away, hut stopped to give Gregory a
paper. "There’s Tuesday's Clarion. In-
teresting reading there. They’re Beg-
ging the Union Pacific to fly by us,
come Into California by Beckworth
pass and snatch our trade.”
"IaG the Clarion blow. We're giving
the V. P. about all the knitting work
they can tend to, we and those drled-
"Hold on, Gregory! We ll be charged
with murder, yet," laughed the other.
• There's the train!’’, he added, as a
whistle pierced the still air.
The men walked along the newly-
laid track, past the construction train
to the reaY and awaited the approach
Ing Iron train.
"Only live cars!” groaned Gregory.
“II won't keep the spikers going any
"Who's that woman standing in the
car door? Well, if it isn’t Sally B.l”
Mr. Crocker exclaimed, and went for-
There she stood, smiling, alert, her
mourning discarded, her traveling suit
the smartest, her strong personality
raying out hypnotically to all within
reach. The moment the train halted
she tripped down the steep Bteps, and
went quickly loward the two men.
calling out voluble greetings on the
way. First Mr. Crocker, (hen Mr.
Gregory, she embraced with Impartial
cordiality, and kissed each audibly on
"It's the same old Sally B. Time
can’t touch her, youth can never for-
get her." Mr Crocker said gallantly.
"Thank ye, Mr Crocker; but it’s me
that's got to do the blarneying. I've
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“Too bad nothing! Pm glad—about
the money, I mean. This ia the first
good clean breath I've had in three
year. If Bill was O. K. I could yell
with Jdy for gittln' away from money,
an' style, an’ big bugs. Vi’s fixed.
Yes, goin’ to marry A1 Carter next
week. His houses all ready—bang
up. it Is, too. He's on top; good's
salt-risln' bread, an' straight aa an
Injun now!” It would have pleased
Alvin s mother to have seen the proud
flash in 8ally B.'s eye. "And I'm corn-
in' out here to work for—for Hill.’
Her voice trembled.
"What did the Boss give you?”
Gregory asked a little latar.
"Toano eatin' house.”
"Good enough! There’s a chump
there now that don’t know beefsteak
from a mule's hoof. I'm glad he's got
to go. It’s a good stand. You can
hook trade from the U; P. outfit there,
“You bet I will! I'm Just dead gone
on Charley Crocker. He's been that
good to me! I'm going to live now,
you bet! I’m goin’ to keep the dog-
gondest best eatin’ house this side the
Bay. An- I’m goin’ to carry Bill on a
feather plller’s long’s he lives. Pore
Bill! Lordy! But I’m tired!" She
finished breathlessly, and collapsed in
tears—tears that; frightened George
Gregory, who had not supposed that
Sally B. possessed them.
The Mysterious Mirror
By Harrison Graves
The Message of the Dancing Girl to
To Esther, restless, unoccupied,
came Sally B.’s.urgent Invitation to
visit her at Toano. Either accepted
It at om£ deciding not to wait for
the Harmons. Business had delayed
the Judge, and now fear of small-pox
for his wife. A pitted face testified
his own Immunity. But Esther had no
fear of the disease; Toano was free
from the scourge; and the breath of
the wide, free desert breetlng from
Sally B.'s letter roused the wings of
She timed her going to catch Uncle
Hilly's train out from Wlnnemueea.
Through all the years she had written
him at intervals, sending her letters
at first through Sally B.
She wished to surprise him. He was
therefore qtlite unprepared for the tall,
elegant young woman who waited Im-
patiently at the rear end of the car
to greet him. She saw him glance to-
ward her as soon as he entered, and
her heart leaped But he came calmly
on. from passenger to passenger, atop
p|ng here and there for question or
direction. He looked her way Inquir-
ingly once or twice, but blankly
When he wa* yet a few seats away,
recognition came. He sprang to her.
his face transfigured Thought of
stranger eyes, of official dignity, fled.
He caught her hands In his own.
"Hooey! Stells!" he cried softly as
he kissed her on the cheek, the years'
hunger for her shining in his misty
eves. ' Where undeh the canopy did j could look along the street for several
you come from, honey?” squares to where It Joined at right
She smiled her Joy, but said no j angles one of the busier thorough
Late in January, a few years ago,
I was married to the girl whom 1
thought, and still think, the most
charming and beautiful in ail the
world. On the afternoon of our mar-
riage day we started on a long, lei-
surely journey through the south.
The eve of the Mardi Gras festival
fouml us in New Orleans after a lasy
ride upon a steamboat from Mem-
Luckily I had written some weeks
previous for apartments which I had
occupied once before upon a similar
occasion, and we experienced none of
the annoyances incident to packed
hotels.' The house where, we were to
stay was a long, irregular, straggling
mansion, set back from the street up-
on the Bayou 8t. Jean. Along the
front ran a wide veranda supported
by round brick pillars, now somewhat
crumbled, on which rosevines massed
in wild luxuriance. It was a house
of the old city, which, being aban-
doned, had fallen into decay. Ten
years before an old. white-haired cre-
ole had patched up one end of It, dry-
ing the rooms and furnishing them
comfortably. As the building was
piped for gas. and the old man had
put in electrlc bells. It was Just the
romantic sort of a place I loved.
The larger part of the mansion, un-
touched by the present owner, re-
mained in the same dilapidated state
in which he had found it. A senae
of potential mystery lurked in the
dark, low passages and damp, moul-
dy rooms. Hut since the old creole.
Mail' Favreau. told us himself that
that part of the house waa solidly
locked and the windows barred. I
smiled when my wife looked down one
iwseage that ran from our hall into
It. and told tier there was nothing lo
fear. The house had not even the
reputation of sheltering spooks.
The afternoon we spent In driving
about the city, already gay In antici-
pation Of the evening when King Ho-
mo should come with his Krewe.
Of the suite which we had, one of
the rooms served as a dressing room,
and Its dainty little mahogany table
and long pier-glass had caused my
wife upon entering it to burst Into
The room next to it. and the front
one of the.apartments, looked out of
the house where the tangled garden
lay. and down the street. This street
ended at the wall of the garden, for
the bayou had made further advance
Impossible, and frAqi IbqflMindow we
‘Lie There, You Dog! Till Daylight.'
fear the cold, too They say, 'Too
muchee snow' Too muehee kill!’ And
you're always howling for more
"Yes, sir. Never have enough. Can’t
you do that slick trick again, Mr.
come begging." she said bluntly, yet
with her old. confident smile
'Whatever 1 can do for you—” Mr.
Crocker began heartily, when Gregory
"I'll leave you to your business now.
Crocker? Catch another shipload on i Sally II.—excuse me, Mr. Crocker-
the fly and yank them over here be- j but as soon as you've finished, you go
fore they have time to find out wheth- right forward to our car—first on the
It's hell-hot or heaven-cold here? | other side of the construction engine
nan took the five dollars- "He's only
Worked two day*; there won't be
’ mueffc coming to him. poor devil," the
nteadent said oonpaasiohatgly.
this aida of Gregory s varied
that woa for him the alle-
aervice of the men ha
And white men. too. Great guns!
Men! Men! Anything that can drive
"Bui what do you want of men if
your Iron's nearly out?"
"You'll get me Iron across the isth-
"We can t. It'll cost—"
"Jove snd til the little gods! What
does money, plies of It at any interest.
If you haven’t got It on hand, count for
against more than 150 milen of road
for all time?”
"A hundred and fifty miles? What
do you mean?"
“It’s that far from here to Ogden.
The 0. P. people get every mile they
can clap Iron on first. Yet their iron's
away east of Ogden; and I can beat
'em there, if you'll get me the Iron!
Think what the business of Balt Lake
valley will amount to in 10, 30, 50
years! You've simply got to have that
piece of road!”
“You can t do it, Gregory!”
"By the eternal, 1 can! I’ve set my
pins for it ever since that blamed spy
hornswoggled me last summer. The
minute the engineers cutout the Pnlf-
sade tunnel 1 knew I was O. K Now;
don't play Pharaoh on me, Mr. Crock-
er! I can't build your road without
iron. Get It for me. If yon have to
steal a foundry and pre-empt the Isth-
mus of Panama!”
there, The madame'il hall you as an
angel in the desert. We—"
"But 1 m goin- right back to-day1."
“No, you won t! You'll stay all nlghi
with us and cheer up the madarne
Plenty of room." He lifted bla hat
with a grace that revealed somewhal
of the secret of his ability to meet ail
That night Sally B. told her story to
the sympathetic Gregorys. The human
units that swung Gregory's hammers
and cowered under his fierce anergy
little dreamed of his gentler side, of
the man who cherished and comforted
a delicate, sensitive wife still mourn
Ing the death of their only child.
"Yea. Bill's broke ail to pieces:
won't never be no 'count agtn. the doc
tor says. That laat buck of hls’n
against the stock board tuck his pile,
an him. too, mighty Sigh." Sally B e
acquired culture dropped from her like
a loosely yiinneo >ant!e. The desert,
the bustle, the rai>-ad. even rudeness
and crudity , appealed to her elemental
nature. Every fiber of her being re-
ponded lo the life about her. 8hr
bounded to II* •• ‘he lo«*
tethered cavalry horse to "boots and
"And ail your money gone? How
can yon take care of him? It's too
had! Too bad!" condoled Mr*. Greg
He still held her hands, her rings
cutting tinder the pressure neither
marked till later, his eyes searching
her glowing face Her mask had
dropped; her soul wa* open to him.
He made her »* comfortable a* poa
sible In the rough car that did duty as
sleeper, coach, parlor and emigrant
car all In one. When the meager busi-
ness nfl«r leaving each infrequent sta
tion was dispatched he came to her
again and the long day was not half
time enough for the tale of Esther's
eventful life, every detail questioned
and appreciated by tier rapt listener.
Farther opened her eyes the next
morning upoo a strange life, new, yet
old.- The Wizard l>e*ert wrapped her; know whether to wear It
again with the mantle of his enchant
merit A* of old. the bills walked out
of thetr apace* to meet her. She waa
hack in her own world, back to Bally
B.'s loving arm*, to Uncle Billy's ten-
"Are ypu happy, Mrs. Sally?" Esther
asked, following her from one to an-
other of the rough rooms, as (he mis
tress deftly touched each chaotic spot
• 'Lord love ye, child! I didn't know
how powerful pestered I wa* there In
Oakland sn- the city till 1 got back
here where I b long. There's folks of
course that * made for tgttn' society's
pack; some of eni '* soft, squashy crit-
ters, an' some of 'em * plumb good like
Freddy Bryan; but the plains, an
w6rk, an' men with blood In 'em. an’
freedom—that's what I waa born to;
an It's what I'm fit fur.” She was
tearing an unspeakable bed to pieces
with mercileis scrutiny, “Gosh! The
way a man runs a hotel without no
sroman is nough to make a skunk
Esther marveled at Sally H ’a rever-
sion. Nothing of her violent effort at
culture remained; and her old speech
and manner seemed doubly vigorous
for the long rest.
"if only Bill wan—was right peart
agin—” Bally B. began, but stopped
abruptly and shook a pillow danger-
ously near to its undoing.
"Did you hear about Blowhard Cad?”
she asked a little later.
”1 overheard hi* name In the cat
yesterday, hut learned nothing defi-
"He's arrested for stealing from tht
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Would Rathar Remain Vacant,
g little girl, aged four, whose father
had houses for rent, heard some ladies
who were calling on her mamma talk
inf about an acquaintance who had
made an unfortunate marriage. During
a momentary pause In their conversa-
tion, the little Indy antd: If 1 had
After finishing our dinner we en
terod the dressing room to dreaa for
the evening Upon one of the little
tables, covered with a piece of Mexi-
can drawn-work, my wife laid the
Jewels she was to wear at the hall
The chief of these was a magnificent
necklace of pearls, given her upon
her wedding day by her father; and
l»ndd« this she placed my own gift of
a diamond clasp, and three or four
rings, among them a large, heart
shaped opal, horning with incessant
changes of rainbow color, When she
took this laat from her Jewel case,
•he pursed her Up* thoughtfully for
a moment, and then said she did not
bring bad luck, she knew, for when
ever she had worn It before something
had always happened.
‘•\’es," I laughed. "Didn't you have
It on, when I asked you to marry me?"
' The idea!" ahe exclaimed. "I had
on only a turquoise Well. I'll wear
It. It's such a beauty—bat lock the
door, dear. This old houae—who
knows?" Bhe continued, opening her
eyes ominously, ‘ and then there are
I laughed again. But she persisted,
and I locked the door leading from
our rooms Into the hall. A small
transom, above the dressing room
door. I closed, but aa there waa no
screw attached to the rod I could
not fasten It more securely. This
caused her some unreel, until I point-
ed out that not eveu a child could
crawl through It.
We began to chat of the hall and the
carnival. After a while there drifted
through the windows of the other
room the noise of the first revelers
and the crash of a band. We both
nished to the front, like excited chil-
dren At the Interval ’ where the
thoroughfare Joined our quiet street
we could eee the flare of torches and
dnrk. moving pictures, n Jumble of
people and lighta.
"But come!” I cried Anally. "There
ia our carriage and we roust finish
dressing.” For at that Instant the
one which I had ordered palled up.
i lettering, before the gate. We turned
back to the dressing room. My wife,
who preceded me. gave a scream and
cried: ”1 knew it! I knew it would
l ring bad luck!”
The Jewels were gone. Even the
beautiful piece of Mexican linen upon
which they were spread had vanished.
The tears crept out of her eyes end
down her cheeks Ial spite of my reas-
suring words. Hunt aa Ire would. not
a trace of the missing gems could ha
(Copyright, by Shortstory Pub. Co.)
which I gave, the negro came shuf-
fling up. I demanded MgH’ Favreau;
the servant disappeared. Soon the old
creole himself s'ood bowing In the
door. When I told him of our loss,
his eyebrows went up, his lips in, and
his hands out.
“Impossible!" he exclaimed. "And
In my house! Mon Dleu!”
"It is possible,” I retorted, “since
it has happened "
“It Is a mistake. They have been
Neither the next day nor all the
days of the succeeding week, fur-
nished a solution.
The evening before we departed
from the city my wife retired, ex-
hausted by the strain. I stayed or in
the dressing room, smoking, and .ob-
stinately thinking It over in a vain
attempt to catch some thread, some
clew, that would lead to fcn explana
tton and to a recovery.of the gems.
The room was unltghted. and the
door stood wide open Into the dark
hall to let the smoke from my cigar
drift out. I lay back in a reclining
chair, staring Into the long pier-glass
mirror which hung upon the wall o|e
imsite the door. The glow of my
cigar was reflected with each puff I
took until finally, finishing it, I
dropped It upon an ash tray. The
minutes, passed slowly, and I beard
far away a clly clock strike the mid-
night hour All the bouse was still
My mind, wearied with Intense
thought, relaxed, and gradually I be
came conscious of a_ |ioint of light,
sharp and shining. In the middle of the
black mirror. In quick reaction I ondb
more focused my (bought* to explain
this speck of light which stood out to
clearly In the darkness. I stared and
stared until my eye* ached—then, sud-
denly, this strange thing happened
The point of light grew leas sharp
and began to expand Diffusing a soft
glow about Its rim. It spread until
there stood a disk of light, wide as
the mirror itself As 1 watched, the
faint outline of a hand etched Itself
Into the light, illusive at flrst. hut
growing constantly more real until at
last it seemed as If of flesh Stretch
tng out from the darkness, this hand
lay upon a table, and upon one finger
burned the rainbow opal of my wife.
Its Area glowed and smouldered as
clearly aa though I myself held It.
Beside the finger tips, in careless
twlau. lay the necklace of pearls. And
near the thumb, shooting a hundred
flames 1 saw my own gift of diamonds
Ihit there was something else—some-
thing upon the hand, black and ugly,
that held my eyes fixed A little
shudder crept cold over my body and I
awoke with a half laugh, but ahivered
Like an Inspiration It came lo me
that this bright speck, clear and deep
In the blackncaa of the glasa. we* a re
flection The mirror was squarely be-
fore the open door and low. dnrk
passage that ran Into the uninhabited
part of the old mansion. A crowd of
possibilities flooded my mind I felt,
with all the force of my mysterious
revelation, that 1 was on the track of
Rising and feeling for matches In
the pocket of my smoking Jacket, I
went stealthily out of the room down
the low, musty passage Carefully
feeling my way I went forward until
roy Unger touched a door Htare aa I
would, no ray of light, such as I knew
had made the reflection, rewarded roe
I had been low down In my chair. I
remembered. The keyhole, of course,
sad as I stooped to it the anticipated
gleam flashed Id my eye.
Mastering as well as I waa able
the terror of nervouaness which seized
me, 1 tried the door lightly. It gave
way, and in an instant I stood within
the lighted room. The sight which
greeted my eyes brought me up with
a Jerk. My thumping heart. I feit
sure, would wake the man who sat
sleeping at the table, bla head upon
his outstretched arms.
A sparkle of red and purple played
before me on the table, and them I
beheld the hand of my dream—with
the opal and pearls and the diamond
brooch. And there, too. upon his hand
squatted the ugly thing which had
made me shiver. It waa then that
the sweeping horror of the truth
struck me. The man was dead. His
murderer, the swollen spider, crouched
against hie bend, large as a coin, with
eyes peering sharply at me from a
purple body that bore upon tu hack
a furry, yellow cross.
While gloating over his booty, the
thief, who proved to be a nephew of
Malt' Favreau, had evidently fallen
asleep and. bitten by this poisonous
Insect, bed passed Into the deeper
sleep of death. Now the spider watted
by hie prey. The neoklaoe atilt lay
against the mas s white fingers and
the diamonds still quivered and leaped
A Jointed fishing pole, well wrapped
with plash, and a stout step-ladder
plained the myetefly of the
For one with • steady,
It had not hew difficult
Mexican linen, catching the
first la one embroidered
then the othey. end. wli
within Its fold, lift It
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Ford, A. L. The Daily Leader (Orange, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 155, Ed. 1 Monday, October 5, 1908, newspaper, October 5, 1908; Orange, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth646213/m1/2/: accessed April 21, 2019), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lamar State College – Orange.