The Rockdale Reporter and Messenger (Rockdale, Tex.), Vol. 50, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 10, 1922 Page: 5 of 8
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Erskine
Dale*
pioneer
John Fox, Jr.
lllu*ir>it
TI1K KCK kl>Al.F. HEPORTKH TliurwUv.
August 10, 1922
,rl) , to the Kentucky wilder-
[jtpTiR !• m„..u„iod by Jerome San-
tTn H.'UKa.Htely preceding
la the l|nie . „ white hoy flce-
R*volaUtnbe of Shawnew by whom
frenL nMDtureJ and adopted as a
lid he*8 Wahtoo. He la given
0t ‘Sd attract^ the favorable atten-
"f DiTe Vandell. a leader among
Killer*'
lAfTEK W;
w7ViSAH *»> «»»
[• with* timely appearance of a
d «tyvir^nmnd. The leader of these
’ *1' ‘funded but in his dying mo-
j* recognSes the fugitive youth as
on.
aptFR HI.—At Red Oaks, planta-
S1S James river, Virginia. Colonel
, home, the boy appears with a
age for the colonel, who after read-
t introduces the bearer to his daugh-
i&rbara as her cousin, Rrskine Dale.
iPTFR IV.—Erskine meets two
r cousins, Harry Dale and Hugh
mghby.
APTER V.—Dueling rapiers on „
at Red Oaks attract Ersklne’s at-
Dn He takes his first fencing lesson,
Hugh Dave Vandell. at Williams-
on business, visits Ked Oaks.
CHAPTER VI—At the county fair at
■liljamsburR Erskine meets a youth,
ne Grey, and there at once arises a
ijtinct antagonism between them. Grey,
liquor, Insults Erskine, and the latter,
r the moment ail Indian, draws his
life. Yandell disarms him. Ashamed
his conduct In the affair with Grey,
:skine leaves Red Oaks that night, to
turn to the wilderness. Yandell, with
rrv and Hugh, who haver been per-
itted to visit the Sanders fort, overtake
m. At the plantation the boy had left
note in which he gave the property,
hlch is his as the son of Colonel Dale’s
der brother, to Bar Para.
(CHAPTER VII.—The party is met by
res Shawnees, who bring news to Er-
ine (whose Indian name is White Ar-
if) that his foster father, Kahtoo, Is
zing and desires him to come to the
die and become Its chief. After a brief
it to the fort Erskine goes to the tribe.
finds there a white woman and her
ifbreed daughter, Early Morn, and saves
,« woman from death. He tells Kahtoo
Is with the Americans against the
dish. An enepiy, Crooked Lightning,
erhears him.
Kahtoo sends Erskine
where British envoys meet
difln chiefs. Dane Grey is there, and
, bitter feeling is Intensified. Crooked
Ightning denounces Erskine as a traitor
d friend ofjhe Americans. The youth
■apes death by Might.
J^IPTER VIII,
a council
What says the son of Kahtoo?”
iwn as he rose, the la<l saw creep-
to the outer ring his enemy Crook-
Lightning, hut he appeared not to
. The whites looked surprised when
boyish figure stood straight, and
)' wore amazed when lie addressed
trailers in French, tin* agents in
gilsh, ant] spoke to the feathered
efs hi their own tongue. He cast
belt forward.
That is Kahtoo's talk, hut this Is
e,"
Min had driven tin* Indian from the
at waters to the great wall? The
fish. Who were the Americas tin-
now; British. Why were the
ericjtns fighting now? Because the
Mi. their kinsmen, would not give
m their rights. ]f the British would
f the Indian to the great wail,
id they not go on doing what they
‘rJe<1 tlie Americans with doing
• If the Indians must tight, why
t with the British to heat the
Orleans, and fi1Pn imve to fiph(. hotl|
stranger member of the American
Hout of work and with no mon-
J®ltt a Koi<> necklace while walk-
r^n the street in Aberdeen, S. D.
7 vi hocking” the jewelry for
* or two, he turned it over to the
. fLn headquarters, asking that
the owner.
“k«|TTtdShHV°U
With Sage Tea.
’hrkened'' rlo* her haIr heautl-
* trew of' and attractive
'(v'r her hTlr and SulPhur-
,or «reaked k °n that dul1'
hture was »nP^ea,rance'this *lm-
ect BV Wed w‘th wonder-
for "Wyeth’s kR^ at any druS
'und," you * and Su,Phiur
tbli oldirTi11 a bot-
,Edition of othIeCi Pe’ ,mPr°ved
10 at verv m1Mgredient8* a11
fixture can L lt,e cost- This
•natural 8 depended upon
raI c°I°r and beauty to
***y to us* ♦ been applied—
U a 'omb V°*oft \°U ®Imply
i through viw, ! brush and
LV » tirre° T,hair’ tak,nS one
^ diwrpear8By*y?0rnln!f th*
or two «t8* a*ter another
Wor and wVeBtor€<1 to ,ta
ful tL°°k" *l0S8y. soft
* ‘allot reo ?i-ureparat,°n i« *
a later day? If the BrltDh would not
treat their own kinsmen fairly. «u« tr
likely that they would tr<~«it the iminiu
fairly? They lmd never done so yet.
Would It not he belter for the Indian
to make the white man on hi* own
land a friend rather than the white
man who lived more than u lu.M.n
away across the big sous? only one
gesture the lad made. He lifted his
hand high and paused. Crooked Light-
ning hud sprung to his feet with a
hoarse cry. Already the white men had
grown uneasy, for the chiefs had
turned to the boy with startled inter-
est at h!s first sentence and they could
not know wlrnt he was saving. But
tu«y t rlir\ eu wnen Crooked
Lightning rose, for Ids was the only
face in the assembly that was hostile
to the boy. With a gesture Pontiac
bade Crooked Lightning speak.
“The tongue of White Arrow Is
forked. I have heard him say he would
fight with the Long Knives against the
British and he would fight with them
even against his own tribe." One grunt
of rage ran the round of three circles
and yet Pontiac stopped Crooked
Lightning and turned to the lad. Slow-
ly the boy’s uplifted hand came down.
With a bound he leaped through the
head-dress of a chief in the outer ring
and sped away through the village.
Some started on foot after him, some
rushed to their ponies, and some sent
arrows and bullets after him. At the
edge of the village the boy gave a
loud, clear call and then another as he
ran. Something black sprung snorting
from the edge of the woods with
pointed ears and searching eyes. An-
other call came and like the swirling
edge of a hurricane-driven thunder-
cloud Firefly swept after his master.
The boy ran to meet him, caught one
hand in his mane before lie stopped,
swung himself up, and in a hail of
arrows and bullets swept out of sight.
Pago Five
look through
bucks were driving
ter .,f the kjmee
lodge* w«
CHAPTER IX.
The sound of pursuit soon died
away, but Erskine kept Firefly at his
best, for he knew that Crooked Light-
ning would he quick and fast oq his
trail. He guessed, too, that Crooked
Lightning had already told the tribe
what he had just told the council, and
that he and the prophet had already
made all use of the boy’s threat to
Kahtoo in the Shawnee town. He
knew even that It might cost him his
life if he went back there, and once or
twice he started to turn through the
wilderness and go back to the fort. It
was the thought of the white woman
who was to be burned that kept him
going and sent him openly and fear-
lessly into the town. He knew from
the sullen looks that met him, from
the fear in the faces of his foster-
mother and the white woman who
peered blindly from her lodge, and
from the triumphant leer of the
prophet that his every suspicion was
true, hut all the more leisurely did he
swing from his horse, all the more
haughtily stalk to Kahtoo’s tent. And
the old chief looked very grave when
the lad told the story of the council
and all that lie had said and done.
“The people are angry. They say
you are a traitor and a spy. They say
“The People Are Angry. They Say
You Are a Traitor and a Spy.”
you must die. And T cannot help you.
I am too old and the prophet is too
strong."
“And the white woman?"
“She will not burn. Some fur traders
have been here. The white chief Mc-
Gee sent me a wampum belt and a
talk. His messenger brought much
fire-water and he gave me that”—he'
pointed to a silver-mounted rifle—“and
I promised that she should live. But
I cannot -help you." Erskine thought
quickly. He laid his rifle down, stepped
slowly outside, and stretched his urms
with a yawn. Then still leisurely he
moved toward his horse ns though to
take care of It. But the braves were
too keen and watchful and they were
not fooled by the fact that he had left
his rifle behind. Before he was close
enough to leap for Firefly’s back, three
bucks darted from behind a lodge and
threw themselves upon him. In a mo-
ment he was face down on the ground,
his hands were tied behind his hack,
anti when turned over he looked up
into the grinning face of Black Wolf,
who with the help of another brave
dragged him to a lodge and roughly
threw him within, and left him alone.
On the way he saw his foster-mother s
eyes flashing helplessly, saw the girl
Early Mom Indignantly telling her
mother what was going on, and the
whit** wnrttxn'a *
_ _ ,, "mn” »'was act
****• Utf teamm svif a... » -v -i-i
•**Wl tlfUltl
fh«* tent-flap*. Two
stake In the e**n-
•uml which the
. rinsed. 1 wo more were
brhwn,: „,KMl
■nil y iiit was going to ttecome of
him. His foster-mother, who was
fiercely haranguing one of the chief*
turn.-d angrily into Kahtoo’s lodge ami
,U ' "u' l 'he white woman rocking
her body and wringing her hand*.
1 hen the old chief appeared and lifted
his hands.
“Crooked Lightning will be very
*®STy. I lit* t»ri>um**r i* hie—*v*ve
It is for him to say what the punish-
ment shall be—not for you. Wait for
him ! Hold a council and if you decide
against him, though he Is my son—he
shall die. For a moment the prep-
arations ceased and all turned to the
prophet,- who had appeared before his
lodge.
^ “Kahtoo is right," he said. “The
Great Spirit will not approve if White
Arrow die except hy the will of the
council and Crooked Lightning will
be angry." There was a chorus of pro-
testing grunts, hut the preparations
ceased. The hoy could feel the malevo-
lence In the prophet’s tone and he
knew that the impostor wanted tq
curry further favor with Crooked
Lightning and not rob him of the Joy
of watching his victim’s torture. So
the braves went back to their fire-
water, and soon the boy’s foster moth-
er brought him something to eat, but
she could say nothing, for Black Wolf
had appointed himself sentinel and
sat, rifle in hand, at the door of the
lodge.
Night came on. The drinking be-
came more furious and once Erskine
saw a pale-brown arm thrust from be-
hind the hxige and place a jug at the
feet of Black Wolf, who grunted and
drank deep. One by one tin* braves
went to drunken •deep zihout the fire.
The tire died down and by the last
flickering flame the lad saw Black
Wolfs chin sinking sleepily to his
chest. There was the slightest rustle
behind the tent. He felt something
groping for his hands and feet, felt
the point of a knife graze the skin of
his wrist and ankles—felt the thongs
loosen and drop apart. Noiselessly,
inch by inch, he crept to the wall of
the tent, which was carefully lifted
for him. Outside he rose and waited.
Like a shadow the girl Early Morn
stole before him and like a shadow he
followed. In a few minutes they were
by the river-hank, away from the
town. The moon rose, and from the
shadow of a beech the white woman
stepped forth with his rifle and pow-
der-horn and bullet-pouch and some
food. Sin* pointed to ids horse a little
farther down. He looked long and
silently into the Indian girl’s eyes and
took the white woman’s shaking hand.
Once he looked back. The Indian girl
was stoic as stone. A bar of moon-
light showed the white woman’s facq
wet with tears.
*******
Again Dave Yandell from a watch-
tower saw a topknot rise above a pan h
of cane, now leafless and winter-bitten
—saw a hand lifted high above it with
a palm of peace toward him. And
again an Indian youth emerged, this
time leading a black horse with a
drooping head. Both came pain full y
on. staggering, it seemed, from wounds
or weakness, and Dave sprang from
the tower and rushed with others to
the gate. He knew the horse and
there was dread in his heart. Perhaps
the approaching Indian had slain the
hoy, had stolen the horse, and was in-
nocently coming there for food. Well,
lie thought grimly, revenge would he
swift. Still, fenring some trick, lie
would let no one outside, but himself
stood waiting with the gate a little
ajar. So gaunt were boy and beast
that it was plain that both were starv-
ing. The hoy’s face was torn with
briers ami pinched with hunger and
cold, but a faint smile came from it
“Don’t you know me, Dave?" lie
asked, weakly.
"My God! It’s White Arrow I”
CHAPTER X
Straightway the hid sensed a curious
oLnnrro I *» {•*!(• 2 t tit*.id- th^ £2 T!*? S'*?1.
The old warmth was absent. The at-
mosphere was charged with suspicion,
hostility. Old Jerome was surly. Ids
old playmates were distant. Only
Dave, Mother Sanders and Lydia were
unchanged. The predominant note was
curiosity, and they started to ply him
with questions, hut Dave took him to
a cabin, and Mother Sanders brought
him something to eat,
“Had a purty hard time,” stated
Dave. The hoy nodded.
“I had only three bullets. Firefly
went lame and I had to lead him. I
couldn’t eat cane and Firefly couldn’t
eat pheasant. I got one from a
hawk,” he explained. “What’s the j
matter out there?”
“Nothin’,” said Dave, gruffly, and he
made the boy go to sleep. His story j
came when all were around the fire at
supper, and was listened to with eag-
ernes*. Again the boy felt the host 11- j
ity and it made him resentful anti (
haughty and his story brief and terse.
Most fluid and sensitive natures have
a chameleon quality, no matter what
stratum of ndnrtinnf be beneath. The
boy was dressed like an Indian, he
looked like one, and he had brought
hack, it seemed, the hearing of an In-
dlan—his wildness and stoicism. He
spoke like n chief in a council, and
even in English his phrasing and
metaphors belonged to rhe red man.
No wonder they believed the stories
they had heard of him—but there was
shame In many faces and little doubt
In any save one before he finished.
He had gone to see his foster-moth-
er and his foster-father—old chief
Kahtoo. the Shawnee—because he had
given his word. Kahtoo thought he
trlt.,
d L
t.d iAtiii'eq ;,,n, i„ p*.
• u! Spirt Kahtoo
ved hUt Ufe, lmd b«**u kind,
dill a sou. That lie could
An evil prophet had c«*me
mi l, through hi* otMMtde*.
tug and Black Wolf,
hid g.itnod luuch imiufiice They «cr«*
tU hurt! ,» ^.mt.
u « iapu\t> Whitt* wiminti ha h
r»i. «\ H** had htiiyod tA *a\* her,
to argue with old Kahtop, and Aarry
‘ unpuiu «nd a talk to a big coun-
■'i'h the British. Me had made hi*
and enonpod. He had gone back
b' tritn*, iuul been tried, and w**
' burned lit the atnke. Again he
ha.i escaped with the help of the white
" 'tiuiit and her daughter. The tribe*
bad. joined the British, and even then
planning an early attack ou this
Vt‘r> fort and all other*.
1 he Interest wm tenae and every
fucc \\as startled at this calm state-
ment of their immediate danger. Old
Jerome hurst out:
^ hj did you have to escai>e from
the council—and from the Shawnees?"
'Die l-oy felt the open distrust und he
rose proudly.
At the council I told the Indian*
that they should he friends, not ene-
nii.s, of the Americana, and Crook**d
Lightning colled me a trultor. lie had
overheard tuy talk with Kahtoo."
"A lint wus thut?” asked Dave,
quickly.
"1 told Kahtoo I would fight with
the Americans against the British and
"I Toid Kahtoo I Would Fight With
the Americans Against the British
and Indians; and With You Against
Him 1"
Indians; and with you against him!”
And he turned away and went back to
the cabin.
“What’d 1 tell ye!" cried Dave in-
dignantly, and he followed tin* hoy,
who hail gone to It is bunk, and put one
big hand on his shoulder.
“They thought you'd 1 timed Injun
agin," he said, “but it's nil right now.”
“I know," stiid the lad, and with a
muffled sound that was half tin* grunt
of hn Indian and half the sob of a
white man turned his face away.
Again Dave reached for tin* lad's
shoulder.
“Don't blame 'em loo much. I'll
tell you now. Some fur traders came
by here, and one of ’em said you was
goin’ to marry an Injun girl named
Early Morn; that you was goin’ to stny
with ’em and fight with 'em alongside
the British, of course I knowed bet-
ter, hut—”
“Why," interrupted Erskine'^ “they
must have been the same triub-rs who
came to the Shawnee town and brought
whisky."
“That’s what the feller said and
wliv folks here believed him.”
"Who was he?" demanded Erskine.
“You know him—Dane Grey."
All tried to make amends straight-
way for the injustice they had done
him. but the boy's heart remained s<*r«*
that their trust was «<> ii• • ■ •-. J lirii,
when they gathered all settlers within
the fort and made all preparations and
no Indians came, many seemed again
to get distrustful and the lad was not
happy. The winter was long and hnrd^
A blizzard had driven the game west
and south and the garrison was hard
put to It for food. Every day that the
hunters went forth the boy was among
them and he did far more than his
share in the killing of game. But when
winter was breaking, more news came
in of the war. The flag that had been
fashioned of a soldier's white shirt, an
old blue army coat, and a red petticoat
was now the Stars and Stripes of the
American cause. Burgoyne had not cut
off New England, that “head of the re-
bellion.” from the other colonies. On
rhe contrary, the Americans had beat-
en him at Saratoga and marched his
army off under those same Stars and
Stripes, and for the first time Erskine
heard of gallant Lafayette—how he
had run to Washington with the por-
tentous news from his king—that
beautiful, passionate France would
stretch forth her helping hand. And
Erskine learned what that news
meant to Washington’s “naked and
starving" soldiers dying on the frozen
hillsides of Valley Forge. Then George
Rogers Clark had passed the fort on
his way to Williamsburg to get money
and men for his great venture In the
Northwest, and Erskine got a ready
permission to accompany him as sol-
dier and guide. After Clark was gone
the lad got restless; and one morning,
when the f\rst breath of spring came,
he mounted his horse, In «pite of argu-
ments and protestations, and set forth
for Virginia on the wllderne** ttmll.
T?e was g. rttf ro toiu n iri he aeid,
but more that) Clark and the war were
dno*lug him to the outer world. Abut
It «t« he hardly knew, for lie not
yet much gt>i'ii to searching hi* heart
or mind |(e did know, however, that
•Mitt** atrange force had long best)
working within lum that wus steadily
(rowing stronger, wn* surging now
like a flame and swinging him betw««en
•trange mood* of depression and exul-
tation. Perhaps It wa« hut the eplrtt
of spring In Ids heart, but with hi*
mind * o>e he wu* ever seeing at the
end of his journey the face of Ida illtle
cousin Barbara Dale
A striking figure the lad made rid-
ing into the old capital une uflermaai
Just before tin* aim sunk behind the
western wood*. Students no longer]
wandered through the campus of WU- j
bum and Mary college, only un ocea-1
sional maid in silk and lace tripped
along the strtvt . in high herded *dn*e*
and clocked stocking*, and no coach
and four wn* In sight. The governor’*
palace. In Its great1 yard amid Unden
tree*, was closed und deserted. My
Lord Diinniore was long in sad flight,
a* Erskine later learned', hut not in
hla coach with Ita aix milk-white
ltorse*. But there wa* the hunt of Sir
Walter In front of ltaleigh tavern, and
there he drew up, before the *tep*
where he w as once ulgh to taking Dane
Grey’* life, a negro servant catue for-
ward to care for hi* horse, hut u coal-
black young giant leaped around the
comer anil seized the bridle with a
welcoming cry:
“Marse Erskine! But I klioued
Firefly fust.” It was Ephraim, the
groom who hud brought out Barbara'*
ponies, who hud turned the horse over
to him for the ra«*e at the fair.
“I come frum de plantation for ole
marse," the boy explained. The Imst
of tiie tavern heard anil came down to
give his welcome, for any Dale, no
matter what h!s garb, could always [
have the best In that tavern. More
than that, a hewlgged solicitor, learn-*
Ing Ids name, presented himself with
the cheerful new* that he hud quite a
little sum of money that had been run-
fldbd to Id* keeping by Colonel Dale
for bis nephew, Erskine. A strange
deference seemed to be paid him by
everybody, which wn* a grateful
change from the suspicion he had left
among hi* pioneer friend*. The little
tavern was thronged und the’ air
charged with the spirit of v?nr. Indeed,
nothing else was talked. My Lord Dun-
more hud come to a sad and unbe-
moaned end. lie had stayed afar from
the battlefield of Point Pleasant and
bad left stulwart General Lewi* to
tight Cornstalk and bis braves alone.
Later My Lady Dunmore and her
sprightly daughters took refuge on a
man-ofwar whither my lord soon fol-
lowed them. HI* fleet ravaged the
bank* of the river* and ■committed
every outrage. Mis marines set fire to
Norfolk, which was In ashes when he
weighed anchor and sailed away to
more depredations. When In* in-
trenched himself on Gvvynn’s inland,
that same stalwart Lewis opened a
heavy cannonade on fleet and Island
and sent a ball through the Indignant
nobleman's flagship. Next day be saw
a force making for the Island in boats,
and my lord spread all sail; und *o
back to merry England, and to Vir-
ginia no more. Meanwhile, Mr. Wash-
ington bad reached Boston and started
Ids duties under the Cambridge elm.
Several times during the talk Erskine
bad heard mentioned the name of
Dane Grey. Young Grey bad been
with Dunmore and not with Lewi* at
Point Pleasant, and liavj been consplru
ous at the pa luce through much of the
succeeding turmoil the hint being bis
devotion to one of the daughter*, since
lie was now an unquestioned loyalist*
Next morning Erskine rode forth
along a sandy road, amidst the sing-
ing of bird* and through a forest of
tlnv upshooting leaves, for Bed Oaks
on the Janies, Me bad forsworn Colo-
nel Dale to spereej a* to the note be
•'»»* w gtvbig hi* birthright
to ht* little cousin Purlinn und h*
knew the confluence w**uld he kept In-
violate At the beat landing ho
hitched hi* liors* ti) the b-w wwng
branch of an oak and took the path
through tungic^j j rose hu*fl..-> und un-
dorgmwth qlnng the bank of the river,
halting wt.ctv it would give him forth
on flu* threatkJiroml *•«-*> way that
led to ti.ehoUM*. among the oak* There
wu* the Kundiul that had marked every
sunny hour, wince tie had been away.
For a moment he *tm*l there, and
when he stepped lute the open he
shrank hack huatlhr a air! wa* com-
ing through the opening of boxwood
from the holla** coming slowly bare-
headed, her hand* < limped behind her.
her e.ve* downward III* heart IVrobbed
ua he wallet!, throbbed the more when
hi* ear* caught even the soft trAud of
her little feet, and seemed to atop
when she paused at the sundial, and
an before seat cited the river with her
eyes. Anti as before the *ong of nogm
oarsmen came over the yellow flood,
growing stronger a* they neared Soon
the girl fluttered a handkerchief and
from the single passenger In the stern
came an answering flaiier of whltw
and it glad cry. At the bend of tho
river the , boat disappeared from
Erskine’* *ig»d under the bank, and h«
watched the girl Mow *he had grown I
Her slim figure hud rounded and stmt
upward, and her white gown had
dropped to her dainty ankles Now
Iter face wu* flushed und her ey«*
flashed with excitement It wa* no
mere kinsman In that boat, and tho
hoy’* heart lagan to throb again -
throb fiercely and with racking emo-
tion* that he hail never known before.
A fiery looking youth sprang up tho
landing steps, bowed gallantly over the
girl * band, and the two turned up the
path, the gtrl rosy with smite* amt
the youth bending over her with it
most protecting and lender air. It
wu« Dane Grey, and the heart of tho
watcher turned mortal sick
(TO BE CONTINUED)
A Pacific Arlington planned by
the American Legion posts in Lo* An-
geles county, California. A large plot
with space for 11,000 graves, has been
acquired in Glendale cemetery. A
fund ha* been set aside for a largo
monument und for the upkeep of this
burying ground of the West Coast's
soldier dead.
Want nd* get the grapes
Form 88 oil lease blanks on sale at
er office. kf
Schubert for work shoes.
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something; trade them to us for
new ones. We sell
HOOD I I8K MM.I.GK
OLDFIELD FIKI FOXE
M AI SI IE! I) NIKBERLLNG
TIRES
a nd
TUBES
A tire for every ear. Also handle
second-hand casing* and have
some bargain* to offer you.
We give a box of cold patch free
to every purchaser of new tire*
or tubes. ..
We do steam vulcanizing, il »
it right, and do it cheap. Sell vou
the bent gasoline and oils- Free
air and water. Our gasoline
pump is visible,
ROCKDALE TIRE AND
VI LCANIZING STOKE
i Let Us Do Your Hauling
I............
Vv<j are equipped to nanuie anythin# in trie
transfer line. We have wagons and trucks
and can #ive you QUICK SERVICE.
PHONE 81 or 98
When you need our services. Our residence
phone is 142, either number will get us.
E. L. McGUYER
The Transfer Man
The Texas 'Special
ST. LOUIS
AND
KANSAS CITY
VIA
DIRECT CONNECTIONS FOX POINTS BEYOND
W. G. Crush, Passenger Traffic Manager, Dallas, Texas
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Cooke, John Esten. The Rockdale Reporter and Messenger (Rockdale, Tex.), Vol. 50, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 10, 1922, newspaper, August 10, 1922; Rockdale, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth741682/m1/5/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lucy Hill Patterson Memorial Library.