Jacksonville Banner. (Jacksonville, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 51, Ed. 1 Saturday, April 28, 1894 Page: 2 of 8
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E IN-STAR RE
;UD,C
HAT in thunder
—’’began Colonel
Starret.
He broke off
abruptly and
gazed around
the room in an-
gry astonish-
ment. The apart-
ment was pre-
cisely as he had
left it the previous nigt. The grate
was half filled with ashes; the hearth
was unswept; on the wrinkled table
cover stood the decanter of port be-
side the fat little glass out of which
he had drank his night cap; a heap of
crumpled newspapers lay beside his
arm-chair; a cigar stub ornamented
"the corner of the mantel; and through
the red-curtained windows the crisp
yellow sunshine of a fine February
morning peered defiantly in at the
dust and disorder.
“Confound them! Why haven’t they
straigthened things? Where’s my
breakfast?” He rang the bell quite
savagely. “Here, Jane—Kitty—where,
are you?”
A minute later the door was timidly
opened.
“Please, zur,” said a very small
voice.
A girl of 10, her dark, pert face peer-
ing out from a hood of Magenta wool,
stood on the threshold.
“WeU?” questioned Colonel Starret,
sharply.
“Kitty told me to wait in the hall
till I heered the bell, zur, an’ then to
come in an’ tell you as how Jane got
' took bad with the grip, an’ went home
last night.”'
“Why couldn’t Kitty tell me that
herself? Where is she?”
The diminutive envoy shook in her
well-ventilated shoes.
“My—my sister Kitty, zur—she’s
gone to get married.”
“Married!” roared Colonel Starret.
“Yes, zur. To the butcher’s young
man.”
“Why could she not have postponed
it—put it off?”
“She said as how that u’d be bad
luck, zur.”
“Why did she not tell me?”
“She was afeard that you’d be mad,
an’ take on, zur.”
Colonel Starret’s indignation had
been appallingly fierce, but now he
broke down laughing. He tossed the
child the coin.
“She was right. I am. Now then,
skip—and save me a bit of the wed-
ding-cake. ’ ’
She ran off grinning, and he sat
himself to kindle a fire in the kitchen
stove, and make a cup of coffee, Half
and hour later he gulped down a drink
©f the bitter, blackish mixture he had
evolved from the best Mocha; then,
saddling his horse, he rode toward
the town. Less than half a mile
down the road he passed a long, low
hedge, now leafless, a skeleton
orchard, and, set back from the road,
b comfortable gabled house. The
sight of it brought up an annoying
recollection, and he actually groaned.
“That idiotic lad!” he muttered, re-
ferring to his only son. “The idea of
his writing me to say he had met a
daughter of George Stine’s, and that
she was so pretty he had forgotten all
about the feud,and fallen in love with
her! I think,” grimly, “that my let-
ter brought him to his senses. ”
It would have puzzled Colonel Star-
re! to explain lucidly the original
cause of the feud. It was something
about a disputed strip of meadowland.
His grandfather had begun the quar-
rel, his father had ~werently per-
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“WHAT—WHAT’S THIS."
petuated it, and he would have con-
sidered himself a traitor, if he had
failed to harbor intense resentment
against every member of the Stine
family. Not that there were many
left. There was George Stine’s plump,
brisk, bustling widow; the girl of
whom Harry wrote, who had* been
away at school almost-all the time of
late years; and a wild young slip of
a lad, just entering his teens.
In the small town Colonel Starret
found it impossible to replace his van-
ished domesties. That is, to replace
them to his satisfaction; fo* the
colonel was inclined to be a trifle ex-
acting. However, a few hours later,
he wished he had not been so hard to
please, for, after supper, he went
down cellar to get some kindlings.
stepped on a potato lying on a stair,
lost his balance, and fell headlong
down into the vegetable-scented dark-
ness. He lay there half stunned.
After awhile, with much painful ef-
fort, he managed to drag himself up
stairs, and into his cheerless sitting
room. He lay on the sofa, wondering
how long it would be before any one
happened to come in. His nearest
neighbors were the Stines, and
he reflected, with a sarcas-
tic snort, that there was
no danger of any of them dropping in.
“Thank goodness, Robin will he
home to-morrow,” he murmured, as he
fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
And, sure enough, about eleven
o’clock the following day, Robin Star*
ret, a tall, good-looking, well-dressed
young fellow, strode np the avenue to
the paternal mansion and discovered
his helpless father, railing against
things in general and servants in par-
ticular.
“Desolation, indeed!” assented
Robin. “No fires—no promise of din-
ner—no comfort at all. My! what luck
we’re playing in!”
He put down his satchel and grabbed
up his hat.
“Where are you going?” demanded
Colonel Starret.
“To hunt up a girl who got off the
same train I did at the depot here.
Good cook and first-class housekeeper
generally. A treasure for us, if I can
induce her to come.”
His arguments, whatever they were,
proved successful. In three-quarters
of an hour he triumphantly presented
his prize to the colonel. The old man
regarded her searchingly. She was a
slender, pretty girl of nineteen, with
a little soft fringe of dark hair across
her white brow, large, gray, appeal-
ing eyes, and “a mouth like a baby’s,
dewy red.” Even his masculine eye
could see that she was not only well,
hut fashionably, gowned.
“Hump!” he muttered to Robin.
“Too stylish to he worth her salt. But
let her try.”
And six hours later he was willing
to admit his mistake,for the cool band-
ages, the doctor had ordered frequent-
ly renewed, were reducing the swell-
ing of his injured ankle; his favorite
room was neatly swept and dusted; a
bright fire burned in the grate; and
on the small table set for two, that
was drawn up beside his lounge, a
tempting little dinner steamed sav-
orily.
“I’ll give her half as much again as
I g-ave Kitty,” the colonel dec!ared,
as he drank his coffee. “I haven’t
eaten such apple turnovers since I ate
those rpy mother used to make.” And
he beamed approvingly on her as she
removed the dishes.
A week passed. The domestic
proved herself daily a more desirable
acquisition. Her tidiness, her cookery,
her amiability were alike subjects of
the colonel’s enthusiastic praise.
Sweet, silent, respectful, she moved
about her duties like a demure little
ghost, imparting to the old house a
homelikeness unknown there for
many a year. The early spring
weather was abominable. No one
came near the place except the boy
for orders, from the town store, and
the doctor, who was a stranger in the
place. Bat, every evening, having
obtained permission, Dolly vanished
in the direction of the town, and was
gone for an hour or more.
Robin lounged around the house
reading, smoking, talking prospects
and politics with his father, apparently
well satisfied with his dull vacation.
One dreary, dismal February even-
ing, when the rain was coming down
in noisy sheets, and the maples were
waving their black arms in contor-
tions of unrest, the old man, who had
been hobbling around the corridors,
with the aid of his stick, called to the
girl, when he saw her lighting the
hall lamp.
“Run up stairs, Dolly, like a good
child, and bring me down the hook
you’ll find on the window-sill of my
room.”
“lms, sir,” she answered, and ran
up the stairway.
The colonel heard a knock at the
back door. He made his way to the
kitchen. The large room was clean
and well lighted. There was an ap-
petizing smell of muffins and deviled
ham in the air.
Rap—tap—tap! The colonel opened
the door.
A dripping hoy sidled in, and stood
looking up at the colonel in a stupor
of affright.
The colonel, who always looked
over the heads of his small neighbors,
did not recognize the lad.
“Well?” he demanded. “What do
you want?”
The little chap grew hold with the
importance of his errand.
“Mother’s had a spell,” he said, “and
wants Dorothy soon as she can come.”
“Dorothy? There’s no Dorothy
here.”
Oh, yes, there is—my sister, Dorothy
Stine. There she is now. Mother’s
sick, Dorothy.”
The girl in the door-wav stood
dazed a moment, her color coming
and going. Then a firm arm was
clasped around her waist, and she was
drawn gently forward.
“What—what’s this?” stammered
the colonel, staring hard at the girl
and his son.
“This *s my wife, father,” said
Rohm. “We were mantled rtkr&e
weeks ago. I left her in town the
day I came from ■ the city, until I
learned how you would receive her.
But, after I saw the real state of
affairs, I persuaded her to give you a
chance to learn to love her for her
own sake.”
“But,” spluttered the colonel, “the
feud?”
“Let it die a natural death,” ad-
vised Robin. “Get your hat, dear?
and a storm coat. I’ll take you over
to your mother’s.”
When they returned, the master of
the house, sitting by the grate fira,
looked up and nodded smilingly.
“Come in. I put the ham and muf-
fins in the oven to keep hot for you,
and there’s fresh water in the kettle
for tea. And, Dolly—my dear—” the
words nearly choked him, but he got
them out, “I—I hope your mother ia
better.”
‘GOD BLESSA DA RICH.”
The Street Pianist Has an Experience on
a Washington Street.
It was noon on F street and on all
sides there was a hurrying to and
fro of clerks and typewriter girls
towards the lunch rooms of the vi-
cinage. Under foot slop raigned;
overhead the heavens rained. By a
curb a street pianist was converting
the east winds into strains of “Annie
Rooney.” By his side stood the
partner of his sorrows — joys he
had none, for he wore a face as
long as a funeral, and twice as
mournful. She was wrapped cris-
cross in a big green and blue shawl,
and as she turned slowly around to
sweep the horizon with her eagle
eye in search of some penny or nickel
she resembled a boy’s brightly
painted top.
Suddenly a shout was heard;
Wahoo! Wahoo! Wahoo!
At an open window in the top
story of the Hood building a group
of savants in shirt sleeves were
gesticulating and shouting, says the
Washington Star.
One of them was shaking a glitter-
ing coin in his hand.
The pianist became slightly ex-
cited and with his free hand gesticu-
lated violently to his wife.
“Skippa tra loo! He gotta da
mon!” he shouted above the tumultu-
ous notes of his instrument.
T no climba da wall. You make
tire. Go getta da monk.”
The woman looked up despairingly
at the shining reward a hundred feet
up in the air in the hand of a young
Ph. D., or something of that sort,
who might after all be teasing her
and put the coin back in his pocket.
•Getta da mova, Tina. He droppa
da mon pret’ soona.”’
The man waved his arm at the
fourth-story scientist and beckoned
to him to throw down the coin.
The hint bore quick fruit A sil-
very gleam flashed from the window
to the asphalt and Ja musical ring
followed that not even the notes of
‘Annie Rooney” could drown.
“Zip! Biff! Datta granda! O. K,
ver gooda! Skippa tra loo! Getta da
mon! We go’n eata da din’, drinka
da beer, feeda da sick monk. Datta
ver nice man upa da skyahigh.”
Tina waddled nimbly across the
street. The hit of silver was half a
dollar and it had finally rolled into
the middle of an English sparrow’s
dinner under a buggy. Tina hesi-
tated, but was not lost A tall, well-
dressed old gentleman stepped off
the sidewalk, came around to Tina’s
side, and with his cane poked the
half dollar from under the wheels.
When he straightened up his silk hat
fell off, the woman screamed and
jumped to pick it up. As she gave it
to him she bowed, and her little yel-
low black eyes twinkled and snapped
with gratitude.
The pianist lifted his hat to the
savant in shirt sleeves and the polite
old man, and started his muBic fac-
tory down the street.
“God blessa da rich, da poor taka
cara daselves!”
Hearing; a Fly Walla
The microphone makes the sounds
of a fly’s footsteps perfectly audible.
The apparatus consists of a box with
a strong sheet of paper stretched
over it in place of the customary lid.
Two carbons separated by a thin
strip of wood and connected by two
wires charged with electricity are
fastened to it and connected with a
carbon pencil which communicates
with the paper tympanum. When
everything is in readiness and the
ear is held to the sounding trumpet
a fly allowed to cross the paper
makes a sound which to the listener
is equal to the noise made by a horse
crossing a bridge.
The Communicants.
The latest statistics gathered from
all quarters of the globe place the
Protestant communicants of the entire
world at 106,000,000 and the Roman
Catholics adherents at 201,000,000.
The estimate for the Protestants in-
cludes all of the denominations of
that church. In the United States
alone the Roman Catholics claim
6,370,838 adherents, of which number
2,548,335 are adult members. Statis-
ticians say that it is very difficult to
obtain accurate information regarding
the actual number of Catholic com-
municants, as in their estimate they
claim as adherents everyone in any
way connected with their church.
The number of adherents only is
given.
Names of Postoffices.
Postmaster General Bissell has ruled
that hereafter only short names, or
names of one word only, shall be ac-
cepted as names of newly established
postoffices. The only exception al-
lowed is where the name is historical
Or has become affixed to the locality
by long usage. Changes in the names
of postoffices will only be allowed for
the best of reasons, which must be
presented to the department. The
postmaster general says that these
rules will remove a source of much
annoyance to the department and of
injury to the postal service.
KNOWLEDGE
Chinas® Boycott.
Twenty-five Chinese of New Haven
are boycotting a Sunday school, be-
cause the police raided the opium and
fan-tan joints.
Chinese “I”
In Chinese the letter “i” has 145
ways of being pronounced and each
pronunciation has a different meaning.
It is not what we know about the next
world that frightens us, but what we don’t
know.
Pretty women who are stupid are roses
without fragrance. _
Brings comfort and improvement and
tends to personal enjoyment when
rightly used. The many, who live bet-
ter than others and enjoy life more, with
less expenditure, by more promptly
adapting the world’s best products to
the needs of physical being, will attest
the value to health of the pure liquid
laxative principles embraced in the
remedy, Syrup of Figs.
Its excellence is due to its presenting
in the form most acceptable and pleas-
ant to the taste, the refreshing and truly
beneficial properties of a perfect lax-
ative ; effectually cleansing the system,
dispelling colds, headaches and fevers
ana permanently curing constipation.
It has given satisfaction to millions and
met with the approval of the medical
profession, because it acts on the Kid-
neys, Liver and Bowels without weak-
ening them and it is perfectly free from
every objectionable substance.
Syrup of Figs is for sale by all drug-
gists in 50c and $1 bottles, but it is man-
ufactured by the California Fig Syrup
Co. only, whose name is printed on every
p&cksig©} also tlic name, Syrup of Figs,
and being well informed, you will not
accept any substitute if offered.
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When Money Comes Especially Handy.
Parents should exert themselves
to save a little money to keep them
in old age. It will save their chil-
dren the trouble and expense of ship-
ping them from one child to another.
Old people who are poor seldom have
a steady home.—Atchison Globe.
An Absorbing; Tale.
Office Boy, to butcher—Mr. Serial
wants ten cents’ worth of sliced ham
wrapped up In the continuation oi
the story you sent him yesterday
with the sausages.—Browning, Kino
& Ca’s Monthly.
The Wfojwrt e< the above portrait is a
premteeat and muck respected citiaen, Mr.
fiebert M&aaon, of Wait Rye, N. H. Where
Mr. M&nem is known “ his word is as good
as his feesd.” Ia a recent letter to Dr. R. Y.
Pierce, Chief Gensuiting Fhysieian to the
ImvaMde’ Hetel and Surgical Institute, Buf-
lAle.U. Y., Mr. Mansea says:
“Dr, Pfere*’* Pleasant. Pellets are the
best pills I ever took for tee liver. AH my
friends say they do them the most good."
This eplaioa is shared by every on® who
©ace trite these tiny, little, sugar-coated pills,
which are te be found in all medicine stores.
The tT. fit Inspector of Immigration at Buf-
falo. 5T. Y., writes ©f them as follows:
“ Prom early childhood I have suffered
from a sluggish liver, with all the disorders
accompanying such a condition. Doctors’
prescriptions and patent medicines I have
used in abundance ; they only afforded tem-
porary relief. I was recommended to try
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets. I did so, tak-
ing two at night and one after dinner every
day for two weeks. I hav® reduced the dos®
te one ‘ Pellet ’ ©very day for two months.
I hare ha six months increased in solid flesh
twe-nHi-twv pounds. I am in better health
than I have bean sine® childhood. Drowsi-
ness and unpleasant feelings after meals have
eempletely disappeared.”
Assist nature ft lttfle now and fbess with a
gentle laxative, or, if need be, with a more
ee&rehteg and cloaadng eathartae, thereby
removing offending matter from the stom-
ach and bowels, and toning up and invigo-
rating the liver and quiteenisg its tardy
action, and yon thereby remove the crus®
©f n multitude ©f distressing diseases, such
as keadaohte, indigestion, biliousness, skin
diseases, boils, carbuncles, piles, fevers and
maladies too numerous to mention.
If peeple would pay more attention to
properly regulating the action of their bow-
els, they would have less frequent occasion
to call for their doctors’ services to subdue
attacks of dangerous diseases.
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That, ©f all known agents to accomplish
purpose, Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets are
unequaled, ia proven by the fact that ones
used, they are always in favor. Their sec-
ondary effect is to keep the bowels open and
regular, not te further constipate, as is the
case with other pills. Bene©, their great
popularity with sufferers from habitual con-
stipation, piles, and indigestion.
Th© “ Pleasant Pellets ” are far more effec-
tive te arousing the liver to action than “blue
pills," calomel, or other mercurial prepara-
tions, and have the further merit of being
purely vegetable and perfectly harmless in
any condition of the system ; no particular
car© is required wkil® using them.
Composed of the choicest, concentrated
vegetable extracts, their cost is much more
than ia that of other pills found in the mar-
ket, yet from forty to forty-four “Pellets”
ore put up te each sealed glass vial, as sold
through druggists, and can be had at the price
of th© more ordinary and cheaper made pills.
Dr. Pierce prides himself on haying been
first t® introduce a Little Liver Pill to the
American people. Many hay© mutated them,
but non© hav® approached his “ Pleasant Pal-
lets ” in excellence.
For all laxative and cathartic purposes
th© “Pleasant Pellets” are infinitely supe-
rior t© all “ mineral waters,” sedlits pow-
ders, “ salts,” castor oil, fruit syrups (so-
called), laxativ® “ teas,” and th* many other
purgative compounds sold in various forms.
Put up te glass vials, sealed, therefore
always fresh and reliable. One little “ Pel-
let ” is laxative, two gently cathartic.
As a “ dinner pill,” to promote digestion,
take one each day after dinner. To relieve
distress from over-eating, nothing equals
them. They are tiny, sugar-coated, anti-
bilious granules, scarcely larger than mus-
tard seeds. Every child wants them.
Then, after they are taken, instead of dis-
turbing and shocking the system, they act in
a mild, and natural way. There is no re-
action afterward. Their help lasts.
Accept no substitute recommended toba
“ just as good.” They may be better for the
dealer, because of paying him a better profit,
but ho is not the one who needs help.
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