Central Texas Journal (Stephenville, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 11, Ed. 1 Wednesday, April 5, 1893 Page: 3 of 10
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LIFE 'S ESSENTIAL.
I questioned my soul as I stood by the dead.
My soul, in Its anguish, made answer and said:
“No power can destroy and Do tint create.
For death is transition and life is a state.
Each atom' of form and each atom of force
Exists as a part of their infinite source.
And whether in motion, or \4hether ut rest.
Must live by a law that is never transgressed.”
denly seized with uu unaccountable lone- j mercial.
linens and distrust of his solitary conili |
tiou. and upon reflection recollected that
this was the anniversary.
Taking his hat and cane, he went in |
search of a fellow barrister of his own
PROT lUo.
Dixon's line from
age dud with whom lie was intimate, one f>e°logists would
Family Namcml Migration.
Southern faunlyjues tire scattered
across the countifyelow Mason and 1
4 to west in what
haps call a drift, j
John T. Jones, who held forth upon tint ^le wes^ ^eoa,| be settled by pco-
This, then, is tlie marvelous ms ret of dcuth-
To live witliout life, ate' to breathe without
breath.
_ ■________________-Lucius E- itooUs,
courthouse square and kept bachelor's P*e ^rom t*ie seacoast fringe, |
hall over his office. | emigration tended go in straight lines.
THEY SAY/ THE GHOST
It was about 11:30o'clock, and as beam i 80 ^ie al¥aes the Virginia sea
tifully calm and clear a moonlight uight c®as^ appear in Keujky, those ol North
as heart could wish when they entered' ^af0J|na bi ’lemiee, those of South
the house, and after locking the hall door ‘ ~ '..... >-
went toTjluck's room, the south chamber.
Young men make short work of toilets.
history has its haunted house and its IJe had juat finished when the old
story of ghostly visitants and eerie, un cracked bell in the courthouse tower
canny sounds and sights connected with 8truck midnight, and as the last rever-
BO"w lj\u tlLulal Ibb'alit) | berations died away a horse's hoof strokes
wSe^erti^Sd^niK -^^ly heard upon the gravhl
back to tho days of Andrew Jackso.,.! Suddenly and without warning the
torms no exception. Around several of, windows commenced to rattle in their
the ivy clad mansions ot the old town casements, and a noise resounded from
hang mysteries winch make them object, thereof as if torrents of rain were de-
ot interest o the educated whites and of 8Cending upon its weather beaten shin-
terror to the ignorant and superstitious gjeB-
negroes. Then came the clang of the old knocker
Humanity m every age has been eagei apon the hllll door. The noises ceased as
to listen to the marvelous and to swal , quickly as they had begun, and all was
low the incredible upon vu-y slight guai' , silence,
antee. However, it is upon no such sign
der testimony that our story rests.
Carolina along wiOglethorpe's cock-
neys in Georgia. Iir the drift swept
westward into Arkigs, Mississippi and
Texas. In the prcgti names have beeu
curiously transform, Flemish names
have lost the “van" “de." Huguenot
names, whether Flesh or pure French,
have been awkwarf Anglicized, and
even English names ave suffered vio-
lent change.—New Vk Sun.
Tnen “tap’’—“tap”—“tap”—“tap”—
pictmesquo beauty of its locution abov e j two upon the landing outside, the door
the swift flowing Tennessee was a NortJ j 8Wung noiselessly open, und a figure,
Carolinian named Richard Hunter. 1 clearly seen in the moonlight, entered
Wealth in those days was counted 111, ttnd crossed the room,
the south by the acreage of plantation! j Both men lying on the bed saw it
and >j the number ol slaves, male and , pffimiy and afterward described
female. Of the former Richard Huntei
possessed enough tor a barony and of the j
latter a small regiment.
Around the great square brick house, j
with its massive pillars and widespread*
ing porches, could be/seen bright uivlj
happy, black faces the score. Tin.)
it as
that of a young and beautiful girl, tall
and slender, with golden curls framed
round a face of marble pallor, wide open
blue eyes and clothed from head to foot
in fleecy white, with a single white rose-
bud nestling above the ear.
Advancing slowly to one of the win-
From ttieirman.
Rich Aunt—Why o you bring me
this grass, Tommy;
Tommy—Because iunt yon to bite it
“Why do you wan tie to bite it!"
“Because I heard a say that when
you bite the grass wejll get $40,000.”—
Texas Siftings.
Hs doesn't care for nature, tut Is r.ealoua fot
technique:
He's u ileeudent.a visinnial, of visions ratliei
weak;
Twasunly yesterday tic posed, a true impres-
sionist.
VVhiie in the mythic period they called hint
“classicist.”
As realist, rotnaiitu ist-slhey'ro two sides of t!,o
shield-
lie gives the foe ho quarter and was novel
known tovietrt. ■
Asensilivisl delicate he soinctimes strlves'ta
be,
And only the elect can tell what turn tomor-
row’ll see.
He's broken all the canons of the erilies ahd
their sc I nulls .
And made lor all Ills followersa brand new set
of rules;
But when his "form" Is perfect he Is i; ..ns to
settle down
To write a mighty novel that will talrly stm .1
the town.
—A. Chamberlain In Boston Commonweal! li
Sliu.t tin* p i,.i She iiTutioiir-'l t<>
me to join la 1. .a 1 1'implied Aftci ;i
short drive we s,ii|i|« d ut u small villa.
Site entered the house, mid I Inflow: I
her. the Abyssiiiian slave joining us h It vv
ipiuutes laid'. At a sign trqm hci I
brought in lour
two Hi the;a in
snow *w!d' *1 ..
quince jell' til■ n
( 'The to .a v.
1I1 ii r t v * t ver *1
rugs, o'., nanus,
end' of on .till <
itrni
1 ,
ort
set:
•- to
lull gilded saucers,
“nitig some suit of
a.ul -lyvo tilled vv ,;h
11 me to a candy
. iiiu.l i i, gniit bin .
1 1., • h with r'vt’h
• s° vases an.1 t;u
lii s. 11 sweet 'all 1'
'ihi Iodirpery>a«iftglljili—
.•doin' lor 11 few minute , .
she returned an1 handed me a very t
andrichly tUurd.i.ded Ilatiz. 1 i\
once its valturfoTTiktokvvor.ni.
“ ‘Fckke!’ I raid, vvl" It is the Pars*
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A NARROW ESCAPE.
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cotton holds resoimdi d to the hoeing ■ dows the figure stood a moment with
songs of well comlttiono.l and swarthy j clasped hands, looking wistfully out into
tho night and with the full glow of the
fieldhnnds, while iu the'"quarters" not
far o'1 pickaninnies and dogs abounded.
Richard Humor had hut one child, l,.!
sole heiress of his acres and his weal0..
and site luyd j 1..i budded under the war,)
glances of a : onthern sun into Worn;. *
boo 1, fresh and blooming as a wild row •
. Alice Hunter -was iu that period ol
life where tile present is so ..right that
its glow reaches out a. ,1 dominates t.., ffiin the spdl‘was broken,
future, vv ealth, noting parents, gratia
cation of every vv ish were hers; but above
all she had won the love of the man 0’
her choice and was happiest in tho knowl-
edge that Pnilfy Murstoit's dearest hop;
and highest..spiration centered in herself.
Phil Mara toil, as he was known ti.
every one, or “Marse Phil," as tho negrot -
called him. was young, handsome, l'r. 11
bunded. free hearted. gall.-uft and all t'u; I!
went to make him uu ideal lover.
In spite of strong rivalry he had wo.. \
his ladylove, and the day was set I'ct
their marriage. Alice was only 17. a,. 1 j
so tiie wedding day was postponed unt.l
the follow ii:„ year.
Suddenly in 1830 the Cherokee vvai ! time to time to make the army' as a pro-
bro ■ out. , Pfiilip^larslou raised a com fession less expensive, it is still quite as
pun ut ud: nicn troui. among .the. bent..' costly as Heretofore; consequently ouly
yen: .nury ol the section and joined l..l the sons of the wealthy are able to adopt
cotiini .ud ot his friend and neighbor. a military career. To begin with, there
Gyn 1 ICin.ee, are the crammer’s fees for preparing the
1 i.i....O.iout the sharp und decisive j yoi tb for the necessary examination
moonlight upon its upturned features.
Then it turned, approached the side of
the bed where Jones lay, stooped and
placed a hand cold as earth itself upon
his forehead.
Up to that moment he and Black had
been too frightened to move or siieak,
but when that icy hand was laid upon
him the spell was broken. Human na-
ture could endure no longer, and with a
yell bo h of them tumbled out of the
other side of the bed from where the fig-
ure stood und bounded dowu the sta.rs.
They did not go back to the flu tiler
| house that night. In fact, it was some
i days before they could summon nerve
enough to go in daylight and get their
; clothes.
liiiu-o then the nizht of Jnne25iReach
1 year finds that room untenanted.- a*. R
l Gordon in Atlanta Constitution. *
Only Itlch Men Can lie liritUh Officer*.
Notwithstanding the attempts which
the commander in chief has made from
The Lament of timekeeper.
Dean Hole in his Memories” men
tions an old gamekeey who sorrowful*
ly surveyed a model |irm as if it had
been some fair city terthrown by an
eartbqnake and reqrked dolefully,
“I’ve known the tiuiwhen that farm
was as pretty a spot fj game as could
be found in the count;and now—why,
there ain’t a place whi a partridge can
make a nest, or a hare ■ rabbit can hide!
“What’s the good (the place now?”
he went on. “You st,, that grass field
yonder. Well, you'll ircely believe it.
but it was once the bea^ifulest bog for a
jack snipe as ever you’ivish to see. 1’vo
killed three couple of itnorning among
the tussocks and rushes,fore they spoilt
>t with them drains!" |
“Ah.” said the dean “but you must
not forget that there is aore wheat and
more food than before he laud was re-
claimed.”
“Ya, and what’s thovjiae of it?" the
gamekeeper said. "Wirt's the good of
wheat which it do not pij- to raise when
them fureigners are a-sejlipg more'n we
want? And more’s the saute, the farm
ers never leave no stuble. No, tho
place is no good now.” '
I one day saw a copy of Hafiz on the
table of a friend. Hafiz was a Persian
poet of the fourteenth century, whose
verse, like that of Anacreon’s, was dedi-
cated to love and wine. The book was
in Persian manuscript, was superbly il
laminated and was at least 200 yearsold.
“Fred, did you buy this book abroad?'
1 asked.
He looked at me in a queer way ami
then said:
word for admiration. ‘What do ym
wan!?’
“She looked at the Abyssinian and »“ l
something-rn Persian;
“ ‘Sell,’ he said, loot’ng. at mo.
‘Frank?’ -
\"Th;it is the name applied in theca.-: tv
the people from western Europe
X\A ineriean,’ 1 said.
“I found lie was familiar with English,
and we kept ftp a running conversation.
Site was on the alert and was watcti. ;
me when she was not watching the Abys
sinian. We spoke to each other throng 1
tho interpreter, She wanted money fet
the book and evidently had some idea 01
its value, V
‘Tell her that if she unveils I'll buy
“No, I didn’t. I stile it." ,
l stared at him in surprise. I boldly said. He hesitated, then told I. t
"Not intentionally," qualified he ns he wh:lt 1 lliwi 1 saw her tremble fot
lit a fresh cigar and shoved tho box to- » moment; then she threw aside her veil,
ward me 1 stood spellbound, her face was so striic
"It was an adventure,” I said as I set- btgly handsome, tinged with the heal! ■ y
tied down in an easy chair. “I am ready 1 hues of youth and sparkling with vivac-
to hear it." 1 >*>' Kho saw the admiration iu my eyes.
He watched a wreath of smoke as it 11 bke expression tilled ln r own.
curled away to the ceiling and then told ;
me the following story:
“I was haunted by a pair of superb
campaign that followed Marston bofe .1
conspicuous part fur gallantry until the
fin;.I battle on.the banks of the Coosa,
y Romhiod 1:1 upon a peninsula, bounded,
all hut a nuiiw 'neck of l ttnl, by svvol
len waters of thi'rivers, the chiefs and
bravest warriors of the Cherokeos mads
their last and desperate stand. Loadinj
his riflemen to a charge, Philip Marsto.l
fell, tnor: illy wounded.
Bad news travels quickly. It was on
a night of-furious wind and rain that a
hunting an. d rifleman brought the
tidings of Philip Marshal's death to the
Hunter mam ion.
Suddenly the great bronze knocker on
the door pealed out its summons, and
Alice, thinking that none but a lovei
would brave the tempest uud darkness,
flew to greet him.
In silence and with bowed head th*
hardy pioneer pointed to the riderlest
How u Snake Swall^vH a Frog.
The method of swalhwing is a very
simple one, although if tie frog be large
more than half an hour uty be consumed
in the process. The tw> bones of the
lower jaw are separate aid capable of
indeiieiident movement; so the reptile
loosens its hold upon onepide of its jaw.
and pushing that sidagarward as far as
possible it drives the tl ih iu again anil
3 i\y r—Mt o its
position. > ,
The result is that fhe picy is drawn
down by the movemeit. Tiie process is
then repeated by the other half of the
jaw, thus inevitably forcing the victim
inward. The snake's skin stretches enor
nionsly, and the jaw is of course dislo-
cated, but the extensible ligaments hold
the Iki^ics together.—A. G. Mayer in
Popular,Science Monthly.
black eyes while at Constantinople. They
rested on me frequently in the various
marts, and they seemed significant with
meaning despite their steady gaze. Of
course they belonged to a young woman
Her figure was not too obese to be grace-
ful, and though her face was covered
with the traditional-veil 1 was sure that
it was as handsome as the eyes.
“1 first met her in the drug market, a
place that looked like the archway to a
covered bridge, dim and mysterious iu 1
odorous with spices, the venerable look-
ing Turk scarcely visible through the
smoko that curled from the bowl of his
pipe, his eyes dreamy from the use of
opium, and Iub trembling fingers couiti
ing his spicewood heads.’ My unknown
dark eyed beauty bought a package of
henna, with which to dye Iter fingers,
while 1 bought some incense wood for a
pastil lamp.
“The next place 1 met Iter was m the
slave market, and it struck me that was
a nueer place for her to be. She stared
There vviis a., tender, yeanling look b,u it
of them which gave mo to understand
that she had conceived a violent affection
for 1110. At least that was the construc-
tion which I placed upon it,. I felt m>*
pulse, throb Whither would it all led J
Suddenly there was a noise.,iu thec.r-
ridor outside. Kho swiftly replacetl t. !
veil, and u low exelc'iimtion of alarm
broke from her lips. Sliccloseil her hunoi
lightly lo keep them from trembling.
“ 'Go!' said t he Abyssinian slave. 11 pal-
lor 111 lo dusky face.
“1! point 1 to the heavy hangings be*
yotel I ji irtcd them,-passed through
several dim magnificently furnished
rooms and found my* way at last in.ou
seclude I corner. I was foolish onotigli
to continue to run, and thereby infracted
the ut.teii'i ion of some attendants, who,
seeing 1 was a foreigner, started in pin*
suit of me. I leaped tho wall, ulltiued
them in the wild shrubbery outside and
reached the hank of the river.
"1 found there a small caique or barge,
which J shoved out into tin* current and
ti.cn hnl myself behind the boathouse.
Two Eei ce looking Turks suddenly ap-
a Hnt* atully mt UuTTVy tlitflurht tfmt 1 wap in t.il
standing around like so many pieces of ' boat ufoler the canopy,[too exhaust. 1 t.i
black statuary awaiting the pleasure of use the oars. 1 hey plunged into tho wa
the auctioneer. When her eyes met Hr uulj swam toward the caique. That
mine, it was again witli a prolonged, un- w,w J111’*- u'hat I thought they would do.
Then parents are required to sjietnl hun-
dreds of pounds in order to support him
at Sandhurst or Woolwich, and subse-
quently lo supplement his small pay as
a junior officer of about £8U to £'100 per
annum, for it is an indisputable fact
that a subaltern cannot live in the aver- j
age line regiment on u smaller private
allowance than £80 to £100 u year.
Then again, apart from all this ex- I
pease, there is the cost of the young of-
ficer’s outfit, which, for the ordinary
British line regiment, runs from £120 to
£200, and if cash is not paid some 15 or
20 per cent more must be added to this
amount, it is generally acknowledged
that officers’ sons make the best officers
but if they and the sons of clergymen
and other professional men of moderate
Itouiiil to Get Even.
“Well, little boy. what’s your name?',
asked the Sunday sell: ol teacher, open
ing her catechism, “bhudrach Nebuchail
nezzar Jones." "Who gave you that
name?” "1 don’t know, but yer betcher
life if 1 find out whig I gets me growth
they‘11 be siftiy iur it!”—Exchange.
ItlJW tliu Czar TaKes Exorcise.
Thecrar takesa visible delight in man-
ual labor, which in his case is a physical
necessity no loss than*; favorite pastime,
lie unhesitatingly puts his hand to any
kind of work that has to be done, but lii.t
usual occupation is to fell huge trees,
saw than into planks, plane them and
generally prepare them for the cabinet
maker. In winter the gardeners have
strict orders not to clear away the snow
from the avenues and walks in the park,
which is invariably left for his majesty.
means are to be enabled to adopt a mili-
tary career an inquiry will have to be ™‘ .*««■ nts majesty,
naruy pioneer pointed to tne riderlest instituted into regimental expenses ami :lUn'e',J a short gray jacket (ton*
steed which he led and extended to herb a considerable reduction made, or tho 8hoorl;u)' shoveIa u
army will continue to be exclusively of-
ficered by the sons of the rich, a practice
which is universally admitted to be in-
advisable.—London Court Journal.
winking gaze, und I thought I saw sigi.
of emotion.
“The third time I met her was in th
bezestcin. that most oriental of bazaar
devoted to the sale of bric-a-brac, largely
of a military kind, and only open in th •
forenoon. I was pricing.some jewel hilt
ed daggers, when who (mould 1 see by in;
side lint the veiled unknown. Shepickt
up each dagger as I laid it down, exam
ined it and spoke to the gray beard I
fatalist in attendance, a ripple of laugh
ter stirring her thick veil. 1 could no!
understand what she said, but 1 supposed
the conversation was about me. i was a
good looking fellow uud had plenty ol
money and a fancy for everything that
was (plaint. Site took my hand, looked
at it closely and gave it a slight, tender
pressure, i had a friend, an attache lo
the American embassador", and I told
him about the mysterious houri. lie just
laughed at me.
•“You can't designate them by their
eyes.' he said. They all look alike.'
“ ‘She wore turquoise rings,’ 1 said.
■‘ *lt is a favorite gem with them.’ re
plied he.
scrap of paper on which her dying lovei
had traced a few words of farewell.
Pale, calm;- tearless, the ghost of her-
self, she watched the rude but loving
mourners bear him to a chamber in tht
house and lay him as if asleep upon a
couch.
Day by day she faded like a lily that is
denied moistnre, and within a few short
weeks her spirit fled to join his in anothei
world.
Since then the Hunter bouse has had
many owners and many occupants, but
every year upon the anniversary of that
stormy night in 1837 the stroke of a
horse’s hoofs are heard without, the olJ
knocker clangs, footsteps sound upon tli»
stairs, and the occupants of the aoutJ
room—the same in which Philip Mars
ton’s body lay—receive a ghoetly visit-
ant
Ten years ago the house wus owned
and occupied by a family named Thnns-
den, among the members of which was*
nephew named William Black, a youiq)
and rising member of the bar.
Early in the summer of 1812 the Thnns
dens went on their annual pilgrimage to
one of the Virginia watering places, leav-
ing young Black the sole inmate, as, ac-
cording to southern custom, the servant!
lived in a separate building.
Several days had gone by without in
ddent until the night of June 2ft. Black
had started to go to bed, but was sod*
Wliat a Maverick Ih.
Some years ago a man named Maverick
located near Austin, Tex., and went into
the stock business. He had considerable
money and established a large ranch.
up into enormous
mounds and then transfers it to a cart.
It occasionally happens, when he cunnot
complete the task he had set himself
within the time at his disposal, that his
children lend their assistance and cart
away the snow to a remote part of the
grounds.—Contemporary Review. i
was afraid of her ami of myself. 1 was
•Bhe took bold of my hand in the ba-> cluri d of |u>’ u,ld left for Sm>Tna
the next day.
"And the Hafiz?"
“1 Imd it in my hand when I runaway.
That is it. It is worth $3,000 to an anti*
quarian. 1 would not take $10,000 fof
it."—New York Mercury.
Declined the Test.
During the war a contractor made to
mostly of cattle. He was what might be Secretary Cameron a proposition to sup-
termed a progressive man, but his Ideas Pty breastplates for the Union soldiers at
of progress were not suitable to his sur- 80 uu,ch a thousand. After he had used
roundings. .For instance, he concluded °P ,liucb valuable time in ex jia tint ing on
that branding cattle was useless—in fact. the merits of his protective unnor, the
barbarous—and he determined that the awretary said:
redhot iron should never again be pressed j "You will gnarar tee it biillet proof?"
against the side of an animal belonging to “Absolutely so." replied the applicant
him. He kept his word, but he didu’** for a contract.
k&sp his cattle. j "Very well, then,” said Mr. Cameron
Tffiis was a regular picnic for the cow- “J»st putthe samples'-you have been
boys of that locality, who of all things showing me. and stand on the other side
could never be accused of beiug at all °t the room while 1 try a few shots at
scrupulous on questions of honor, e.s- y°n with this pistol. If you remain uu-
pecially when there was a steer involved burt, I shall be convinced of the useful
in the case. Well, the cowboys picked ue88 of y°nr breastplate."
up Maverick's cattle wherever they could
find them, and it was not long before
every hoof of them was gone uud be was
reduced to almost poverty. Ever since
that every unbranded head of cattle over
6 months of age baa beeu called u maver-
ick and is regarded by the cowboy as
the property of him who first finds it and
sticks his brand on it—Louisville Corn-
Strange to say. the contractor refused
to accede to the suggestion, and no armor
was provided for the Federal soldiers. -
Washington Star.
Rumor sa; s uiat Ammor ft Co. have
pnre 11 •dine Central Mitni* DU til ling
comp; nv’s plant* «t g$ *
convert it into a pork pacM
zaar.
“ 'That’s nothing new. She was prompt-
ed by curiosity. Their idea of modesty
includes the veiling of their faces, and
that's about all. It may not have been
the same woman every time.'
“ i am punitive that it was,’ 1 rejoined
‘I’ll follow her the next time.'
“•You'll be fished up out of the Bos
porus tho next morning,’ replied my
frieud. with a shrug. ‘HI walk down to
the morgue to see if 1 can recognize you.
i saw a grave look crosa his face, but
that (lid not deter me from my purpose.
The next day I met her within the reli-
gious gloom of one of the cemeteries
Was she following me, or wus there a
fatality m our meeting? The cities of
the dead are uuuierous on ths hillsides
They are not large, are shaded by close
growing cypress, and each one has a
small minaret pointing skyward in the
ceu.er. There ia a great deal of rural
lieauty about them, and they are never
without visitors, for relatives bold their
dead in great reverence.
' Again those fascinating eyea met mine
and i felt my heart beat faster. She
pieced tier finger up>.n her Upa and then
walked dowu one of the paths. What
did the act mean but 'Follow me and be
discreet? I followed her,
what
I crept back into the shrubbery ami safe-
ly reached my quarters in tlielu atLof tin!
git) Whether an irate father or a jeal-
otn. husband had unexpectedly returned
I never.Lmnv I w:ih sure, though, that
both of our lives would have beeu forfeit-
i il.* 1'i! never forget that fascinating fncJ
and tho alarm vvl.ich urged mo away:”
“What construction did you place upon
the oee'irrem r?" I asked.
"NY;,, that ever satisfied me," replied
my It ml "Time and again have I
been a tout died ut my foolhardiness,
llmu;,ll i.:i| ;•! uotlS youth-never counts
the rinks. The powerful Abyfisinian nLrvfl
could Itave killed m ■ at any time. Tho
won.an may have -meant me* well—may
have been remfy^to die under a suddenly
goneem d passion for mo— or she* may
have Ih < ti qi'tn-lly leading me on to .do-.,
stn.e: iim. 1’crimps she wanted .. to sell
me the Hafiz, und that was all. The
foolnteps in tho corridor may havo been
uty salvation."
"You never saw her afterward?" (
asked
"No. 1 was afraid to look for her. i
A Small Bay'* llluff.
“Johnny, where is Saskatchewan on
the map?’
“1 know where it is well, teacher, bat
I am so short that 1 cannot reach op to
indicate the exact spot."
“Then let me give you a pointer,"
said the teacher. And then Johnny
flunked.—Harper’s Bazar.
The Thames flows at the rate of two
miles an hour.
St. Louis is the great market for cav-
alry horses and for males.
At Lexington. Miss..the pnetoffioeaad
telegraph office am in charge of a wom-
an: the chief express agent is a. woman,
and her two assistants are women.
Here is the "college yell" of the Cen-
tral uniTeraity, Kentucky: “Bruckety,
kak. kowax. kowax, brackety, kax,
kowax, kowax. wo-oop, wo-oop; hnl-
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Bassel, Charles B. Central Texas Journal (Stephenville, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 11, Ed. 1 Wednesday, April 5, 1893, newspaper, April 5, 1893; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth820983/m1/3/: accessed April 24, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Stephenville Public Library.