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; VOLUME IV.
PALACIOS, TEXAS, FRIDAY, JUNE 21, 1912
NUMBER 25
rocky Isles to the northwest, haunts
or privateersmen,
v Shell Roads f
Did you think that last shot at
tho aboil road proposition was the
last? N \ wo are using a repeater
and no telling when we will stop,
probably not £>eforo we hit some-
th ir g.
We feel like firing a bomb shell
right info the capital of the county,
and see if it would stir up some-
thing, the fact is that we are so ft r
away that we don’t know whc-n
there is liable to be a new move put
into motion at the county seat. Yes
and the people up there can’t keep
posted on the movements of the
little city by-the-sea; the fact ip,
she is a live wire and ought to be
watched.
You see we need something to
bring us closer together the 35
miles that are between uS would
not amount to anything if we were
connected by a good shell road, but
without this we are too tar apart,
and it costs too much for us every
time we want to pay a few dollars
taxes to have to dig up a $5 bill and
bust it oil to smithereens to get to
the county seat, lose a whole day,
pay hots! bills and home again
Now we don’t want to holler around
a!! summer about these shell roads
and not hear an echo or something
from some one.
There is no need of organizing an-
other county and make Palacios the
county seat, if Palacios and Bay
City can be brotrght nearer to each
other i, ” a good shell road that will
bo pas le for autos ft all times
If this > not be don/} and Bay City
will not *ke a hand in this move
they must tot be surprised at somf
of our future moves; we feel like
there was something about to hap
pc i. /
Wo lik^Ray City, but we like lo
Keep her awake by throwing a few
of.,these ticklish remarks at her, but
w" must .hrv< our older 6ieter re-
instead of twice. This gives you a
double chance of passing him on
the run without making the life in-
surance agent smile.
Another way to break a mule is to
hoist him up on the house toof, lay-
ing him across the gable, and ty-J
ing three tons of brick on each end '
When it cracks he’s broke, but he’ll
be “dead broke” this time, and a
dead broke mule'is like a dead broke
man—he’ll kick himself. This won’t
give him any time to kick his com-
panions, and so you reap the bene-
fit. Sec?
Matagorda County |
--FARMER—---X
___________ rogues and those o
reformers who already were begin- J J
ning to undermine the peace of Louis < *
XVI.'s northern provinces. In the !
pursuit of these gentry, the governor
showed himself In earnest.
Perhaps
his own sorrow at the rather sudden
death of his lady, occurring about
this time, and leaving him, a morose
widower, with a child, a little girl,
led him to more releullesB activities;
perhaps the character of the crime—■
a noble stabbed!—incensed him. Cer-
tainly he revenged himself to the'full;
not only raked the rocks for runa-
gates, but dragged peasants, Inclined
to sullenness, from their huts; elap-
sed some In dungeons and hanged Um
rest. In the popular mind his name
became synonymous with cruelty, but,
on his high throne, ho continued to
exercise his autocratic prerogative
and cared not what, the people
thought.
Meanwhile, the Seigneur Desaurac,
recovering, became a prey to greater
restlessness; no sooner was he able
t6 get about, than, accompanied by a
faithful servant, Sanchez, he left the
neighborhood, and, for a number or
years, led a migratory existence In
continental capitals. The revolt of
the colonies in America and the news
of the contemplated departure of the
brave Lafayette for the seat of hos-
tilities, offered, at least, a pretext to
break the fetters of a purposeless
life. At once he placed his sword at
Lafayette’s disposal, and packed him-
self and servitor—a fellow of dog-
like fidelity—across the ocean. There,
at the seat of war’s alarms. In the
great conflict waged In the name of
liberty, he met a soldier’s end, far
from the field of his ancestors.
Sanchez, tho man, burled blm, and,
having dutifully performed this last
task, Valked away from the grave
and out of the army,
(TO BE CONTINUED )
Well, friends, we will now take
up the muje subject, and this copy
of the Beacon is worth $50 to any
man. Jt costs you about 2 cents so
there's $49.98 clear profit. Ain’t
you happy 1
As I said in town Saturday, some
people think it difficult to break a
mule, but they are just afraid, that’s
all. If you had had as many rides
over the saw-buck on a mule’s pass
as the County Farmer had in his
days you could reflect now instead
of looking forward. In otherwords,
you could look behind, and it’s al-
ways wise to look behind when
you’re near a donkey—there’s where
90 per cent of the action comes
from.
The first thing to do is to gain
the mule’s confidence and respect,
-and study his disposition. This
can be done best by turning him in-
to the barn yard and with a good
field glass study him from the top
nf fho roof, vAn ctrc more'
apt to be unobserved if up above
the danger line and are safer. Should
the wind blow hard, tie yourself to
the roof. After the mule is tied in
the stable and the door is shut1 you
can come dowh to eat, In this study
you should throw aside your pre-
judices and view the animal with
calmness, patience, impartiality and
nonpartisanship.
In about one week you will have
enough courage stored up to form a
better acquaintance with him. It is
well to do this by pushing a load of
hay ahead ^pf you and have your
wife to watch and tell you when to
get under the wagon. After a while
the mule will get so that he will eat
hay out of the wagon and then you
can sing to him from a distance and
study the angle of his hind legs by
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CHAPTER I.
comes,’’ she said, drawing herself up
loftily. "He ll be here soon, l’vo run ,
away from him!” A sudden smile re-
placed her brief assumption of dig-
nity. "He’lj. be eo angry! He’s fat
and ugly," more confidentially. "And
he’s so amusing when he’s vexed! But
how much do you ask tor The fish?"
"I didn’t moan—to sell it!"
"Why not?” t
"I—don’t sell fish.”
"Don’t sell fish!” She looked at the
clothes, frayed and worn, the bare
muscular throat, the sunburned legs.
"You meant to give It to me?"
"Yes.”
Tho girl laughed. "What a funny
boy!”
His cheek flushed; from beneath
the matted hair, the disconcerted
black eyes met the/tnocking= brown
onos.
“Of course I can’t take it for noth-
ing',” she explained, "and ‘Jt Is very
absurd of you to expect It.”
"Then,” with sudden stubbornness,
"I will keep it!”
Her glance grew more severe.
"Most people speak to me as ’my
lady.’ You seem to have forgotten.
Or perhaps you have been listening to
some of those silly persons who talk
about everybody being born equal.
I’ve heard my father, the governor,
Bpeak of them and how he has put
some of them In his dungeons. You’d
better not talk that way, or he may
shut you up in some terrible dark
h<»le beneath the castle."
"I’m not afraid!” The black eyes
shone.
"Then you must be a very wicked
boy. It would serve you right if i
was to tell.”
"You can!” _
"Then I won’t I Brides, I’m not a
A Chance Encounter,
“Don’t you know, boy, you ought
not to get in my way?"
The tide was at Its ebb; the boats
stranded afar, and the lad addressed
Lad startod, with a fish- hlo wage—
in one hand, to walk to shore, when,
passing into the shadow of the ram-
part of the Governor’s Mount, from
the opposite direction a whije horse
swung suddenly around a corner of
the stone masonry ahd bore directly
upon him. He had but time to step
aside; as it was, the animal graz d
his slu alfier, and the boy, about to
give utterance to a natural remon
strance, lifted his eyes to the offend-
er. Tho words were not forthcoming;
surprised, he gazed at a tiny girl, of
2bout eleven perched f»!ry*l!!cs cn the
broad back of the heavy steed.
"Don’t you know you ought not to
get In my way?” she repeated Im-
periously.
The boy, tall, dark, unkempt as a
young savage, shifted awkwardly; his
black eyes, restless enough ordinarily,
expressed a sudden shyness In the
presence of this unexpected and
dainty creature.
"I—didn’t see you,” he half stam-
mered.
“Well, you should have!” And again
the little lady frowned, shook her dis-
ordered golden curls disapprovingly
and gazed at him. a^look of censure
in her brown eyes. "But perhaps you
don’t know who I am,” she went on
with a lift of the patrician doll-like
features. “I don’t think you do, or
you wouldn't stniid thqrc like a
booby, without taking off your hat.”
More embarrassed, he mnoved a
worn cap while ihe continued to re-
ran! him with the reygtriUof ap-
committed but one indiscretion; gen- 1
erally regarded as a man confirmed '
in apathy for the gentler sex, he su«K
denly, when already ijast middle age,
wedded. Speculation concerning a
step so unlocked fo? was naturally
rifo.
In hovel and hut Was it whispered
the bride Claire, only daughter of the
Comtesse de la Mart.'Jhad wept at the
altar, but that her mother had ap-
peared complacent, asi well she might;
for the Governor of? the Mount and
the surrounding country was both rich
and powerful; his shijia swept far tuid
wide, even to the Client, while the
number of mctnycro,^r putty farmers
that paid him tribute, constituted a
large community. Other gossips, bend-
ing over peat fires within mud walls,
affirmed—beneath thibir breath, lest
tho spies of tho will-hated lord of
the North might heanthem!—that the
more populaY, thoufh impoverished
Seigneur Desaurac } had been the
favored suitor with the young, woman
herself; but that tbjB family of the
bride had found him undesirable. The
Desaurac fortune, onfce large, had so
waned that little regained save the
rich, though heaviiy incumbered lands
and, in the heart of the forest, a time-
worn, crumbling castle.
Thus it came to pass the marriage
of the lady to the Governor was cele-
brated in the jeweled Gothic church
crowning a uieditp' uf palaces, chapels
and monastery on the Mount; that the
rejected Seigneur Desaurac, gazing
across the .strip of water—for the tide
was at its full—separating, the rooky
■a M ’****:. 'lYL" ■
In Memory of Mrs. Altman.
Dear mother how can wo express,
Tho awful dearth and loneliness,
That on our household fell;
When ChriBt the blessed Savior cadke,
And gently called your heav’nly name
And took you home to dwell!
Our hearts will ache, our tears
.While Bllll’'w! Hn'se, MM || |
'{Submissive to life will; - •
We know our loss has been your gain,
......... " wpvu
"" II road; business, duty and des-
V tiny'all demand it. Come‘now old
girl, we are proposing to you, say
. yes or no. Citizen.
standing a Tooting glass againstiiie
barn in the back of him. Do this
while the mule is still absent. Af-
te-iayou have got so that you can ,
memorize the wrinkle# on his i
hoofs,'corner the mule somewhere, i
The well is the best place or the cis- !
tern will do if there is plenty of 1
water in it. Get a halter on him
and pull him out with a well derrick. 1
If he has not been in more. Ihan a
week he will be all right to leave |
alone in an hour or two, when you j
can retire and rest a few hours ard j
contemplate. l
Feed the mule sugar if he likes i
something sweet. You can do this I
by tying a lump to a fish line, get- *
ting away the proper distance and \
casting for him. After a day cr so j
he will get used to this and take his
sugar on the fly. A mule that is j
properly sweetened is worth more (
than a sour mule. ]
Get the hired man to help you
now aDd put the harness on with a 1
pitch fork. The crupper should be 1
shaped like a dip net, and at least 1
three feet wide, which is necessary, \
as the tail will have to be steered '
through with a fish pole. Set the
collar on a couple of low posts and
call the mule through with sugar.
Now fasten the harness. The best
way to do this is to put the mule
back in the cistern and let the hired
man buckle it while he is swimming.
A mule is like a bumble bee—neither
one can bumble much in the water.
Lift him again with the derrick, let
him dry, and be Careful that he does
not dry in streaks, then put him in
shafts. This is easy if you have
tied his legs together as you ought
while he was in the well. The shafts
should be eighty feet long and the
Jinfis at least ninety. There is little
danger of a mule kicking if you fol-
low these directions.
Talk often and gently to the mule.
Although he may not understand
perfectly he might guess at it. A
great many of the things that a mule
will do are not generally known.
These can only be learned by ex-
perience. ihe mule’s heart is in
the right place, but the nerve center
between his brain pan and bis hind
legs frequently get crossed on a live
wire. To avoid half of this you may
try a different scheme. Find the
mule’s nerye center with a compas
and attach a fence wire to it—any
horse doctor in Matagorda county
will do this for you. When you
have the wire attached wrap it around
your lightning rod and stand the
mule out in a thunder storm. This
she observed; "the daughter, of the
Governor of the Mount."
"Oh!” said the boy, and his glance
shifted to the most important and in-
sistent feature of the landscape.
Carrying its clustered burden of
houses and palaces, a great rock
ly, and that not many moons later,
as if to show disdain of position and
title, took to his nome an'orphaned
peasant lass. That a simple church
ceremony had preceded this stdp was
both affirmed and denied; hearsay de-
scribed a marriage at a neighboring
village; more malicious gossip dis-
credited it. A man of rank! A wom-
an of the soil! Feudal custom for-
bade belief that the proper sort of
nuptial knot had been tied.
Be this as it may, for a time \he
sturdy, dark brown young woman pre-
sided over the ‘.Seigneur’s fortunes
with examplary care and patience.
She found them in a chaotic condi-
tion: lands had either been allowed
to run to waste, or were cultivated by
peasants that so long had forgotten
to pay the metayage, or owner’s due,
they had come to regard the acres as
their own—a delusion this practical
helpmate would speedily have dis-
pelled, save that the Seigneur him-
self pleaded for them and would not
permit of the "poor people” being
disturbed. Whereupon she made the
best of an anomalous situation, and
all concerned might have continued
to live satisfactorily enough unto
themselves, when unfortunately an
abrupt break occurred in the chain
of circumstances. In presenting the
Seigneur with a child, half-peasant,
half-lord, the mother gave up her own
life for his posterity.
At first, thereafter, the Siegneur re-
mained a recluse; when, however, a
y$er or two had gone by, the peas-
ants—who had settled in greater num-
bers thereabouts, even to the verge
of the forest—noticed that he grad-
ually emerged from his solitude, ven-
tured Into the world At large, and oc-
casionally was seen in the vicinity of
the Mount. This predilection for
lonely walks clearly led to his undo-
ing; one morning he was found
stabbed in the back, on the beach at
the foot of the Mount.
Carried home, he related how he
had been set upon by a band of mis-
creants, which later, coming to the
governor’s ears, led to an Aem^t to
locate the assailants among the
these people who want to be called
’gentilhorome’ and ‘monsieur’ are low
»» v uuv V/UUU WVVM J WUl gWlU|
You’ll’never more know grief or pain
Your tender, loving counsel given,
Your gentle pointing up toward
heaven,
Are graven on each heart;
Their memory sweet our bosoms thrill
We’ll cherish them in love, until
We meol uo more to part.
For on that, bright and happy shore,
Where pain and parting come no
more,
And earthly sorrows cease,
W« trust, through Jesnw’ dying love,
To greet you in that home above,
Where all is joy and peace.
—Mr3. Grace Kellogg.
and ignorant; they can’t even read
and write.”
Again the red hue mantled the
boy’s cheek. “I don’t believe you
caa-HL shp exclaimed shrewdly and
clapped her hands.* "Can you now?”
’Monsieur!’
Market Review
Houston, Texas, June IS—Ex-
cepting accidents in the shape of
the boll weevil, “sharpshooters,”
all destructive kinds of insects and
storm damage, the Texas cotton
crop this year will outstrip similar
records in this State.
Later reports to the Houston
Chamber of Commerce from evert
section in the State bear out tlip
previous figures issued that the crop
in Texas this year is increased
about 6 per cent over that of las’
year The same reports show the
crop late, owing to unseasonable
weather, but in every case the plant
is healthy and the stands reported
perfect.
From now on until the first bale
slides over the plate in Houston
the market interest will center or
cotton. The attention of nearly ev-
ery Texas planter is centered on
this staple and it is reported that in
■three different’ sections in South
Texas particular patches of cotton
are being groomed for the first bale.
The first, bale this year will be
marketed late. No records will eyer
be threatened. Last year the world’s
record was broken by the arrival
June 9 of the first bale from San
Benito, The most optimistic figur-
He did not answer.
‘Gentllhummo!’ ”
He stepped closer, his face dark;
but whatever reply he might have
made was interrupted by the sound
of a horse’s hoofs and the abrupt ap-
pearance, from the direction the child
had come, of a fat. Irascible-looking
man of middle age, dressed in livery.
“Oh, here you are, my lady!” His
tone was far from amiable; as he
spoke he pulled up his horse with a
vicious jerk. “A pretty chase you’ve
led me!”
She regarded him indifferently. "If
you will stop at the inn, Beppo—”
The man’s irate glance fell. "Whoi
is this?”
“A boy who doesn’t want to sell
hisiflsh,” said the girl merrily.
"Oh!" The man’s look expressed
a quick recognition. “A fine day’s
''work is this—to bandy words with—’’
Abruptly he raised his whip. "What
do you mean, sirrah, by stopping my
lady?”
A fierce gleam in the lad’s eyes be-
lied the smile on his lips. “Don’t beat
me, good Beppo!” he said in a mock-
ing voice, and stood, alert, lithe, like
a tiger ready to spring. The man hes-
itated; his arm dropped to his side.
"The very spot!” he said, looking
around him.
A moment the boy waited, then
turned on his heal and, without a
word, walked away. Soon an angle
in the sea-well, girdling the Mount,
hid him from view.
“Why didn’t you strike him?” Quiet-
ly the child regarded the man. "Were
you afraid?” Beppo’s answering look
was not one of affection for his
charge. “Who is he?”
“An idle vagabond."
“What is his name?”
"I don’t know.”
"Don’t you?”
it for the sea! A strange kingdom,
yet a mighty one, it belonged alter-
nately to the land and to the ocean.
With the sky, however, it enjoyed
perpetual affiliation, for the heavens
were ever wooing it; now winding
pretty ribbons of light about its air-
drawn castles; then kissing it with
the tender, soft red glow of celestial
fervor.
“Yes; I live right on top among the
clouds, in a castle, with dungeons un-
derneath, where my father puts the
bad people who don’t like the nobles
and King Louis XVI. But where,"
categorically, “do you live?”
His gaze turned from the points
and turrets and the clouds she spoke
of—that seemed to linger about the
lofty summit—to the mainland, per-
haps a mile distant.
“There!” he said, and specifically
indicated a dark Hihge, like a cloud
on the lowlands.
“In the woods! How odd!” She
looked at him with faint Interest.
“And don’t the bears bother you?
Once when I wanted to see what the
woods were like, my nurse told mo
they were filled with terrible bears
who would eat up little girls. I don’t
have a nurse any more,” irrelevantly,
“only a governess who came from the
court of Versailles, and Beppo. Do
you know Beppo?”
"No." /-
“I don’t like him,” she confided.
"He is always listening. But why do
you live in the woods?”
"Because!” The reason failed him.
"And didn’t you ever live anywhere
else?”
A shadow crossed the dark young
face. "Once,” he said.
Dunbar Dots
H. L. Haggard has been suffering
for sometime past with a fractured
rib. He is much better now.
E. J. Johnson and family and J. W.
Spencer spent Sunday at the R. A.
Snedaker home.
Velma Shumaker visited with the
Dannel girls from,*. Saturday until
Monday.
F. G. Berger and family spent Sun-
day afternoon at G. W. Johnston’s.
The W. 0. T. U. met with Mrs. C.W.
Morgan Thursday. Eleven members
were present besides a number of vis
itors. Outside visitors were Miss
Bock and Mrs. Cornelius of Palacios.
Edith Johnson and Ora Callahan
took dinner with Lorena Ifland Sun-
day.
Claude Nail and Pearl DeBolt drove
to the Slough Ranch Saturday to visit
Miss DeBolt’s sister, Mrs. Knight.
They returned Sunday bringing Ida
DeBolt with them.
Mrs. J, S. Thompson and mother
took dinner with Mrs. Suedaker
Turtle Bay Topics
Sunday School will meet with Mr.
and Mrs. Church next Sunday, June
23; want ail to come that can.
The Sunshine Society will meet with
Mrs. Clara Fuller on Wednesday, June
26; want all the ladies to be present.
Mrs. Fuller has promised us melons to
eat.
Tho road overseerers are grading
the Turtle Bay roal today; a much
needed improvement.
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Mrs. Fofeman ha3 been quite sick
for several days\ is much better at________
this writing.
Mr. Bickel and family from the Ohio
colony attended Sunday School at Mr.
Gillespie’s Sunday last.
jvir. Joseph Holmes is in Bay City
this week; ho is one of the jurymen
on a murder case.
Mr. and Mrs. George Crawford have
a pen of 97 little ducks.
Mrs. George Hamlin called on Mrs,
Coulter last Tuejday.
Mr. Ashley is baling nay on Mr.
Basse’s farm this week.
-V'iHsSH
The suDPrintender.t of the Turtle
Bay Sunday School treated his school
to peaches last. Sunday.
For Sale
- SjfM'J
One $450 Shaw piano at a bargain,
excellent condition. Also one gray
mule, splendid worker. Inquire of
J. S. Thompson 4 miles east of Bless-
“I suppose the bears know you/’
Thursday
she speculated, "and that is the
^ rea-
son they 1st you sions. Or, porii9.pi?,
they are like the wolf in the fairy-
kind-
eyes. "One can’t remember every
peasant brat,” he returned evasively.
She considered Him silently; then:
“Why did you say, ‘The very spot?’ ’’
she asked.
"Did I? I don’t remember. But
it’s time we were getting back. Come,
my lady!” And Beppo struck his
hors© smartly.
F. G. Berger and family attended
the Dunbar Sunday School Sunday.
Mr. Berger made an interesting and
instructive talk which was much ap-
preciated. ,
J. E. Raulorson’s entertained 0. B.
Viet8 Sunday.
A Fourth of July picnic will be held
in the timber on Caslius Creek, one-
half mile west of C. W. Morgan’s.
Everybody is invited to come and
bring their baskets for a big dinner,
There will be a refreshment stand on
the grounds. After dinner a short
program will be rendered. Sometime
in the afternoon if the weather is
favorable there will he a balloon hs-
censlon. Everyone is welcome to
come. ' .
tale. Did you ever hear of ti
hearted wolf?”'
He shook bis head.
"My nurse used to tell it to me.
Well, once there was a boy who was
an orphan and everybody hated him.
So he went to live in the forest and
there he met a wolf. ‘Where are you
going, little boy?’ said the wolf. ‘No-
where,’ said the boy; ’I have no home.’
said the kind-hearted
CHAPTER II.
An Echo of the Past.
Immovable on its granite base, tho
great, rock, or "Mount.” as it had
been called for centuries, stood some
distance from the shore in a vast bay
on the northwestern coast of France.
To the right, a sweep of sward and
marsh stretched seaward, until lost
in the distance; to tho left, lay the
dense Desaurac fertest, from which an
arm of land, thickly wooded, reached
out in seeming endeavor to divide the
large bay into two smaller basins.
But the ocean, jealous of territory al-
ready conquered, twice in twenty-four
‘No home!
wolf; "then come with me, and you
shall share my cave.' isn't tnat a
nice story?” >
He looked at her In a puzzled man-
ner. ”1 don’t know,” he began, when
Bhe tossed her head.
“What a stupid boy’” she exclaimed
severely. A moment she studied him
tentatively through her curls, from
the vantage point of her elevated
seat. "That’s a big fish,” Bhe re-
marked, after a pause. ,
"Do you want it?" he asked quickly,
ings and a good trade demand
the absence of important selling
Fertilizer. Seeds and Nursery Slock.
Will be in position to supply fer-
tilize of the highest grade, also cab-
bage, cauliflower and other seeds to
truckers. B. E. Goodale, Palacios,
Texas. 22tf
We have a fine 26 acre tract in the
Caney Bottom to trade for a 5 or 10
acre tract near Palacios. What have
w\ll burn out his fuse and thereafter
hours rose to ueai ueavuy ou tuia
”i won't wsmimper."
j you to oner ior this, ju. w. Grant. 23
be can kick only odco in two seconds
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Stump, D. L. Palacios Beacon (Palacios, Tex.), Vol. 4, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, June 21, 1912, newspaper, June 21, 1912; Palacios, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth760469/m1/1/: accessed April 25, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Palacios Library.