The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 17, No. 19, Ed. 1 Friday, August 7, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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WHAT THL LOG LINE WAS
Passenger New to the Sea Receives
Lucid Explanation.
Officers on the coastwise and for-
eign steamship lines are not limited
to their regular duties, but are expect-
ed to answer the questions of curious
passengers besides. Sometime^, how-
ever, the passengers take the matter
into their own hands, and instruct oth-
ers more, ignorant than themselves.
The purser on a well-known liner
tells of a lady who had made a pas-
sage before, and who in consequence
felt a superior knowledge of maritime
things.
Several ladies were grouped in the
stern, this one among them, when
their attention was attracted by the
log with its long line attached to the
rail.
“Why, what can that be?” inquired
one of the party.
“T'hat?” said the knowing one.
“Well, you see the vessel has to keep
in communication with the land, and
in order to tell just how far they have
got on the passage they keep one end
tied to the dock, and by looking at
the amount of line paid out they can
tell just how far they are from the
other side.”
“Oh!” exclaimed the other, after
this lucid explanation. “Well, I have
always heard of the log, but I never
knew what one was before. Thank
you so much!”—Youth’s Companion.
t Copy right, by Shortstory Pub. Co.)
White asked, briefly.
“Who told you Dolly was here?” he
questioned in return.
“I didn’t learn it from you,” she
answered with emphasis, as she
climbed out of the buggy.
“If you just follow your nose, it
will take you straight to the pens,”
suggested one of the loungers, with a
laugh. Indeed, there came at the mo
ment,* on a passing wind, a strange,
sour, sickening odor, that offended her
nosCHls where she stood.
“It ain’t a fit place for a lady to
go,” asserted Jonas, hastily.
“From the way it smells, it doesn’t
seem a fit place for any human—or a
beast, either,” answered Serena White,
“but I’m goin’.”
There was a positiveness in his
wife’s tones altogether new to Jonas,
and, vaguely puzzling, he humbly fol-
lowed in her steps.
To the west of the distillery were
the cattle-pens, a long, double row of
low wooden sheds, down the center
of which ran a line of troughs in
which the slop was fed the cattle.
As Serena White went into the
sheds, one cow had got her ' chain
entangled in the horns of a fellow-
captive, and was trying to regain her
feet, but at each effort her hoofs
slipped on the wet floor, and she
would fall again to her knees, only to
be kicked by a brutal keeper to urge
her to another attempt at regaining
her feet.
“Stop it!” cried Serena,
“Undo the chain!”
At the sound of her voice the poor
beast turned its head as far as the
chain would permit and bellowed pit-
eously.
Serena White felt her heart go out
in pity toward the poor creature as
she looked at it, then the next moment
she suddenly gave a loud cry almost
as piteous as the beast had uttered;
“Dolly!”
At the name, the forlorn animal
struggled once more to gain a foothold
on the dank floor.
Straightway Serena White flung her-
self down on the foul planks of the
floor, unmindful of their foulness, in-
different to the unsightly stains upon
her dress, her whole mind centered on
the helpless object of her pity and af-
fection.
“Dolly! Dolly!” she cried, tugging
at the chokbag chain.
By this *time the keeper of the
pens had unfastened the end of the
chain attached to the trough, and in
kindlier manner assisted the woman
and then the cow to their feet.
Jonas stood by, uncomfortable and
uncertain what to do. His wife’s next
words advised him of what she In-
tended to do.
“Tike off that chain!” she said to
the man.
“But, Sereny,” her husband expos-
tulated, “we’re sold Dolly. She ain’t
ours, you know.”
“She was mine, an’ you sold her, an’
got the money for her. Now you can
“I sold Dolly to-day,” Mr. White
said, with a sidelong glance at his
wife, as he rode into the barn lot.
“Jonas!”
“Ifs no use keepin’ a dry cow,
Sereny, an’ Harvey Jones offered me
a good price for her, so I thought I
had better take it.”
“But Dolly seems like one of the
family,” his wife answered in mild pro-
test. “I declare at times she acts
’most like a human. What’s he goin’
to do with her?” she added, quickly.
“Keep an’ feed her well,” he said.
"I hardly feel as if I could let her
go,” Mrs. White said, thoughtfully.
“The stock here now are eatin’ their
heads off, so what’s the use keepin’.
a dry cow? I’ll give you the money
to buy that hat you was wantin’ the
other day;” added her husband has-
tily, noting the look'of dissatisfaction
on his wife’s face—“the one with all
them flowers an’ flxin’s on it at the
mil’ner’s.”
“I’m needin’ a hat, goodness
knows!” admitted Mrs. White, waver-
ingly, “an’ I’d like powerful well to
have it, only I don’t feel as if we
ought to sell Dolly. She’ll get home-
sick, goin’ tp- a strange place.”
The next day when Harvey Jones
came to drive the cow away, Mrs.
White' ran upstairs and threw her
apron ever her head to shut out the
sight.
However, when Dolly bawled in loud
protest as she was driven through
the yard, her mistress could stand it
no longer, but rushed to the window,
and called out after the retreating
horseman: “Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones!
you must promise me to take good
care of Dolly. You must, Indeed! ”
“Of course,” answered Harvey
Jones, "I’ll see that she gets plenty to
eat," and he winked gravely at Jonas
White as the promise was made.
A week passed by. It was a long
and lonely one to Serena White. Since
the day Dolly had been driven off, it
really seemed as if a member of the
family had gone away.
Even the possession of the coveted
hat did not compensate for the loss
of Dolly. Mrs. White began to re-
gret that she had ever consented to
the parting—indeed, had she? She
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all the chewers of plug
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stantly increasing num-
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chew of tobacco it is pos-
sible to produce, yet to
sell this STAR chew at
a moderate price.
religious fanaticism of the tribes,
some desperate fighting will fall ter the
share of France and Spain. No one
who has not been in the interior of
Morocco, or who is not well acquaint-
ed with conditions there, can appre-
ciate the bigotry of the land and the
mediaeval quality of the hatred felt
for Christians. The Moor who lives
outside of the direct influence of civ-
ilization is the same kind of a fight-
ing man as his ancestor who descend-
ed on Spain with the sword in one
hand and the Koran in the other and
founded an empire there. The only
difference between the twelfth or
thirteenth century Moor and the tribes-
man of to-day is that the former was
a cultured and learned man and the
latter is an ignorant, barbarian rob-
ber, to whom war and pillage are the
first and most enjoyable pursuits of
existence.
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Old Scottish Sanctuary.
The old sanctuary of the abbey and
palace of Holyrood house, to quote then
full description, was an interesting in-
stitution. The debtor was free from
arrest during the week. On entering
the sanctuary he enrolled himself in a
formal manner and obtained a room—I
tbat is, if he could pay for it. There)
was a public house within the boun-
daries, and it was not uncommon to
see the debtor in the inn playing dom-
inoes and his creditors standing look-
ing lift at the window with wistful
eyes. The debtor was safe, and he
knew it, and the face of the creditor
told the same tale. Sunday being ft
dies non, the debtor could leave his
sanctuary and visit his family, but he
had to be careful to get back to Holy-
rood on Sunday night. Sometimes a
debtor had the temerity to leave on a
week day, but he did so at his peril.
More chewers are
learning every day that
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the standpoint of true
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and is the one best chew.
For a long time there
was a prejudice (which
probably still exists)
among certain chewers
against the use of what is
generally termed “Navy
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impression that all to-
bacco of that character
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It is true that some
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in appearance to STAR,
are too sweet to please
chewers accustomed to
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Where Cigarettes Came From.
The cigarette is very much in the
air at present, a fact which makes it
interesting to recall that it did not
reach England until after the Crimean
war, in which the English officers
adopted it from the Turks and Rus-
sians. Many people give Pellegrini,
the “Ape” of “Vanity Fair,” the credit
of introducing the cigarette into Eng-
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The Flow of Rivers.
The flow of rivers, as might be sup-
posed, Is the slowest at the bottom of
the water and highest at the top. The
average velocity of the entire stream
is found, as a rule, at about six-tenths
of the depth. The friction of the
bottom which retards the movement of
the deepest water is much greater,
relatively to the whole volume of the
stream, in a shallow river than in a
deep one.
SICK HEADACHE
In All Stores
Setting Hard Task for Cat.
Two little boys, talking together one
day—English boys these—were heard
to remark that their mother’s cat had
again had kittens. “Oh, she Is a
champion layer,” said one, to which
the other replied: “I wish some day
she would lay tadpoles!” these being
the particular joy of his heart at that
moment.
9 PI LLO. sea, Drowsiness, Bad
Taste In the Montfa, Coat-
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As the trees were casting long shad-
ows eastward, and the cool, sweet
breath from the fields and meadows
blew a fresh greeting to the evening
star, Serena White, from her post of
observation on the front porch, saw a
man, slowly driving a cow, turn into
the lane that led to tfti house.
CARTERS
Favorite Form of 8uicide.
Though shooting is recognized as an.
easy mode of suicide, it is not the
favorite one in New York city, for,
according to the coroner’s records,
there are one-twelfth more cases of
self-destruction by asphyxiation.
K
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THE TURNING WORM
BY EMMA C, WOOD
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Morton, George M. The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 17, No. 19, Ed. 1 Friday, August 7, 1908, newspaper, August 7, 1908; Cumby, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth771052/m1/2/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Hopkins County Genealogical Society.