The Stephenville Empire. (Stephenville, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 3, Ed. 1 Saturday, September 12, 1885 Page: 2 of 4
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A* »*•», uo. here, «. I
— Mow then, • bramble by
0UIUWT1C HI STB.
canned nun.
Fit tho prepared fruit in a Jar. and
•OTU with boiling syrup eweelened to
last*. On three Mtooeeoive morning*
drain off Ut* syrup, boil again, and
boot orer tha fruit. Tha last morning
lat tbs fruit and syrup coma lust to
lb# bailing point, but do not boll; than
aaal Immediately. Fruit prepared in
tbla way baa been tasted br the author
and found perfect. Strawberries pre-
serve tbe.r shape, and nerar ferment
iwtr ficklbs.
Bight pounds of fruit, fonr pounds
•t best brown sugar, one quart of vine-
gar and one cup of mixed whole spioea,
stick fciaaamou. cassia buds, allspice
and olovoa - less of the latter than of
tho former. Tie tbe spioea in a bag
and boll with the vinegar and sugar.
Bkim wall; then add the fruit Cook
ten rainutea. or till scalded and tender.
Bkim out the fruit aud put into stone
iars. Boll tbe syrup live minutes
longer and pour over the fruit. The
next day pour off tbe syrup and boil
down again, and do this for throe
mornings. Keep the bag of spices in
the syrup.
FOACUKD KOOS.
Break your egg into n tencup previ-
ously well butt,.red, stand it into s
frying pnn of boiling water up to the
middle of the eup; us soon as the while
hardens it Is done; put a knife gently
around the edge and slip the egg onto
a plate; it it rather more trouble to
dress them this wav. but repays you
well, as they oomo out nice aud cont-
ra®* and do not look so ragged as
when broken into tbe pan of water,
the usntl mode of cooking them.
ALMOND CAUL
One-half cuplul butter, two cupfuls
sugar, four eggs, one-half cupful al-
monds, blanched—by pouring water
n It IX fit .Iris.. a. .:i„ —12 _
to stray.
—.v.TUr*'
>Ab4 sat discern some olden U1
Thet hlls tbs eye wUb Utter mural
WW> vtoss that trip sad Uorua that w«
Tbe turntable well nisj typify
‘boss errors of inipul.lrr youth
That causa Old age Iks burUsnsd sigh.
Uat,” Mid the husband, hugging m I m
“‘Kr to °" GRANDMAMMA’S FORTUNE
From thoss who eslk coleeUel ways.
Tbs soft carats. Urn trulls rolce,
W.T** “** sou! to root—
Ob how they thrill the elder Ilfs
Now swiftly sinking to IU west I
ho bars of 111, so tiled with rood.
i KD
0 Memory I Ti Mrmory I
-U. U. .VewAaff, In The G'urrwU.
A BTOKY OF A BOOK.
1 should liko to tell my otory, for
it seems to me that In the great mul-
tituda of companions which pour into
the world every yenr, little ones like
me are forgotten.
Every one knows whnt the outside
of n book Is- red, yellow, green or
purple in color, lettered in silver, let-
obloi
braos.
Then the tun pounds were examined
—the croeeed check!”
“Payable te yon." she said, “no yon
mnst tabs tha money. I am only a
woman, so 1 oan't take my wage. Bo
nloe that It la yournt”
How happy they were! how fttll of
bright plant and Schemes! That tan
pounds was an El Dorado—that check,
nlgnnd by Messrs Best A Crown, like
a banner of viotovy.
And now 1
“One I love, two I lore.
Three I love, I say."
The children, youths and maidens
gathered close aliout the roaring tiro,
for tlte enow lia«l grown very deep with-
out and the frivolous old wind shriek-
ed with delight as it lifted the soft white
folds and tilled them in drifts.
“Law! Miss Bessie,” ejaculated little
black Joe, as lie knelt on the rug shell
suhl«cra°Wl* «111,1 *? *° '*** ing popcorn, “hope I m’die iiyou ain’t
Me-Uatr.AsrB2r. ..
l'houi
houtands passed mo in the race.
Books full of dark deeds—cheating,
murder, and the like—fold. Books
full of affected flights of mslhetlo
culture and lofty agnostic teaching,
sold; but 1 was passed by.
1 must speak as a noun of inulti-
a Arinin freemasonry is ingin particular
established among us ss a tribo, and towntchhi
we know pretty well by results what » -■ ' V.
has bnppsned.
“Bright Days,” the appearance of
which caused such pleasure in that
young girl laughed inerrilly
tier Hinnll servant, while she answered:
“Well, Joe. you are sale, for I am
burning it shockingly. Suppose you
take the oopiier while I have my for-
tered iu red, oblong and square, fat
and thin. Every book has some shade
of difference, which may distinguish
it. It is true wo come in tribes—by ,
hundreds altar one pattern -and lately ,, “e l,,<
tbe most popular cover or dress s book |
can wear is paper lettered with black, '
and the letters stretched across the
cover, and are not at the back of the
volume, as used to be the oase.
Where do we all come from!
Whither are we going? are questions
which I think 1 niavask, without run-
ning the risk of being thought vain.
popper while I have my 1
tune told; if was for that I wits getting
these seeds out when the fire took ad-
vantage of my corn.”
Yes’in," said Joe, apropos of noth-
llar. as he obeyed and t rled
tiles with one eve and the
fortune with the other. Varfotts games
| were in progress aliout the room, for
1 nuts, apples, cakes, Ac., were making
j young hearts glad Hut Miss Bessie
j had an absorbed air, as with qt
_ . wa. lent gravitv she turned to her hanusome
to others, anil dismissed with faint cousin to name her apple seeds. and
praise. . began counting, "OneI love, two I love,
A great critic in literature called It three I, love, I aay—"
goody, another dull; a third laughed Grandmamma in her chimney corner
over it with Ins clever wife, and wrote had I>ccn watching the games, and now
what he thoughts stinging piece of caught the “One I love, Ac. Dropping
"Bright her knit tingslir rented her head against
dull little London lodging, was lent to
admiriug friends and read; it
ir, four eggs, three cupfuls llour, Sometimes I hoard her telling her
and ono-half teaspismtuls baking I ,llM '““‘her was writing a story
der. one cupful milk, six apples, 1 u*»t- perhaps, when it was published,
unices sugar, one toatpoonful but- il wou'd make her fortune—uud then.
on them uutil skins easily slip off-
end out In tine shreds, ono-half tea-
apoonful extract bitter almonds, oue
Sint flour, one and a half teaapoonfuls
baking powder, one gloss brandy, ono-
half cupful milk. Rub butter and
-»ugsr to smooth white cream; odd
®ffgs. one at a time, beating three or
four minutes between uaoh. Sift flour
and powder together, add to butter,
etc., with almonds, extract of bitter al-
monds, brandy and milk; mix Into
smooth, medium batter, hake careful-
ly In rather hot oven twenty minutes.
AFPI.K JELLY CAKE.
One oupful butter, two cupfuls
sugar, four eggs, throe cupfuls lb
one and
powder, _ _
■lx ounces sugar, one teaspoon!uVhut-
ter. Hub together butter and sugar to
tine light, white cream, Hdd eggs, two
at a time, beating ten minutes between
each addition. Sift flour and baking
powder together, add to butter, etc.,
with milk, and mix into rathor thin
batter. Hake in jelly cake tins care-
fully greased. Meanwhile havo apples
peeled and siloed, put on lire with
sugar; when tender remove, rub
through tine sieve, and add butter.
When cold use to spread lietwoen
layers. Cover cake plentifully with
sugar, sifted over top.
LUNCH CAKE.
Two cupfuls butter, two cupfuls
sugar, one and n half pints flour, one
teaspoonfnl baking powder, six eggs,
one teaspoonfui each of extract rose,
cinnamon and nutpieg. ltub the butter
and sugar to a very Tight cream; add
the eggs, two nl a time, beating lire
minutes between each addition; add
the flour, sifted with the powder, wine,
extracts; mix into a smooth batter;
pnt into a thickly papered, shallow
cake pan and bake in moderate oven
one and a quarter hours. When cold
ice the bottom and sides with white
icing.
NICE CAKE.
One-half oupful of butter, two cup-
fuls sugar, four eggs, on* aud a half
cups rice Hour, one and s half cups
flour, one teaspoonful baking powder',
one-half eup cream, one teaspoonful
extract lemon. Heat the eggs and
sugar together ten miuutes; add the
butter, melted; sift together flour, rice
flour aad'tho powder, whieli add to the
eggs, etc.', with the cream and the ex-
tract; mix iuto a thin batter, and bake
in patty pans, well greased, in a hot
ovea, ten minutes.
HICK I'UDIIINO.
few lines.
U*^.,,wa'' nilt, Wl,r,b more! the tall back of her cosy armchair and
• \V ill you take another story?” my listened, while the words took a new
author asked of Mr. Host. I______:______,i..... ............i -----— a.
“Well, 1 nil afraid"—and the heard
1 kuow where I came from—that is,
tho heart and core of me; and I wish,
as 1 said before, to relate toy history.
1 must go back some way to get to the
beginning of things, and that begin-
ning takes me to a dull, dreary lodg-
ing in a dull, dreary hack street in
Loudon. 1 was Isirn there. When
tbe baby was asleep iu the cradle,
when the husband was away at his
work in the postollice, when—notloe
this the last slocking was mended—
my author would get out au old case,
open sundry sheets of lined paper,
and with a smile on her lips, dip the
pen into tha ink aud let mo grow
under her baud.
bho was very happy when sbo was
making me the vehicle in her thoughts
I wss stroked thoughtfully—“I am
| afraid—not at our risk; we must wait.
Autumn sales may effect ‘Bright
Days.' But, to tell you the honest
I truth, (hero is not a spice of wicked-
ness in the tale to insure its success
with novel readers, uo vary startling
interest, no tragic inciilont—pray for-
give my candor—and then, for the
stricter folk, there is not enough said
of religion. Though some call you
‘goody, others think you worldly.
Your heroine goes to a dance, and
once oven to the theater, and, ridiou-
meaning ns they stej>|led across the
threshold of her iirnin. Hlie mode n
sweet picture in tho firelight, which
albeit was sml too, she seemed bo near
the shadowy hordcr-Uind of another
world. There was a sublime pence
on tiie dear, wrinkled face, nnd the
soft hair was whitened with the “dust
of (life” gathered through many henrt-
h leaking sorrows and wist fill struggles.
Grandmamma's thoughts were swiftly
traversing the long lapse of years, and
were down again at the spring-time of
life, reading once more from the great
I took of experience. And she wonder-
ed who wrote tiie wise little legend that
JOSEPH NALLE, .
LUMBER MERCHANT k-
ALEXANDER, TEXAS.
J. H. CAGE.
ious as it may seem, that is enough to pretty Bessie was repeating. “Some
check tho circulation in some homes.” «,ld dame like myself/’ she mused and
"So you think I had better never smiled when she saw how meaningless
write another book?” my iiuthor said, the words were to young folks. “Ah!
in that sweet, low voice of hors, which j yes, one I love.11 Her thoughts lingered
I well know was tho sound of repress- , tenderly about tho tiny, eurly-headed
ed tears. laddie who t rudged beside her and car-
'd would not- go so far a* that, riedher books to school. At the first
T-------„ — .— .....—------ f,-— | Your story Is true to life—a little too dawn of knowledge we begin conning
—pure, bright thougts they were— true; it Is well written; there are beau- the sad old lesson set for Eve to learn
and whatever merit 1 possess came
from her. who told out her thoughts
on the lined paper, and made me.
Shu kept this work of hors a secret.
oh! tho joys that would oomo—the
country home Instead of furnished
rooms, tlio llowets nnd tho brightness,
“liko my old, old home, baby!”
And little by little 1 grew, nnd the
old ease was full, and nl Iasi 1 was
finished. Rather this first part of my
life—my best part—was over. Then
came many a journey for we. As I
was born in London, from whence
books ure till sent out into tha world,
I whs not committed to the post, but
mv dear author would tie me up neat-
ly. aud tuck me under her arm and
sot forth with me.
She would wait patiently to see
some great pundit who was to pro-
nounco on my merits. Bho was so
anxious about my fato that 1 could
feel her heart beating, as sbo waited
with me, and even nhuu she received
me back a tear dropued upon me, and
I ofteu heard iicr say:
"i must give you up, my poor little
book; you have no chance among
thousands, of course not I was so
silly to think so. 1 will not try any
more.”
Hut sho did try it again, and I was
received. 1 had been received lieforo,
but now I was unrolled and rend.
When my deur author came back to
hear my doom, the uiau who had mo
laid his hand upon me and said:
"This isi nice story; it is not a
novo! and voL t is full of interest. I
will undertake to publish it.”
“Will you pay for it?" sho asked.
tlful passages in it; hut, to (Urn up ju
a few words, ‘Bright Days’ is not a
success."
Well, there are different notions ns
to success, but it seems to me that I
did mit altogether fail when a letter,
liko (he one which I heard my au-
thor's husband read to her, was writ-
ten abonl me. 1
It came the very next day after tho
in Paradise, and eagerly refuse to be-
lieve tlmt it takes years of exjierienre
and sorrow to reveal tbe true, deep
inclining to us. She turned the sun-
ny leaf of memory and “Two I love”
she murmured, ns the picture rose
before her of the frank, manly
young fellow with his laughter lov-
ing i iltif eyes. Half sadly, half amused,
she remembered how she had out-
Intorviow with Messrs. Best A Crowe; grown him in her precocious way
it was addressed to their care, and < and hud come to look down upon
duly forwarded. My dear author him as "too young.” “Three I love, f
tried to read it, but the baby snatched say," Grandmamma repeated, forced
at it anil tried to thrust tho crumpled 1 to acknowledge that this was a pre-
page iuto her mouth, and the young meditated flirtation. Bhesawacour-
mothor handed it to her husband, say- Icons man bending to do her homage
ing: : in a, spirit of idle jest, she remembered
"Do road it for mo; I can not imng- how her bosom swelled with injured
inn —i... ...~.i.. ii " pride when she discovered that "■
•Well, no; I will bring it out, and if
ds. I will share
profits if It succccdi
I can not pay you any money,"
you deposit thirty pounds,
it,., nrotiis if it succeeds."
was the answer In a low tone, "for I
have none. I wunt money from you."
Tho publisher stroked his heard; ho
had along beard, for it tickled mo as
ho bent over mo.
"My dear young Indy, that is always
One-half cupful rice, one and ono-
half pints milk, one-half cupful sugar,
largo pinch of salt, ouo lablonpiionfui -
lemon nnd chopped line. Put rice. I l*"’.c.rV of young authors; but tho bar-
washed and picked, sugar, salt an,j ,i" not reaped directly the seed is
milk in quart pudding dish; bake in 'ou must be patient
moderate oven two hours, stirring fre-
quently first ono and n quarter hours,
then permit it to finish cooking, with
waives |>vi iuiv aw vx# siumsi vwonni^, wills
light colored emit, disturbing it no
more. Est cold with cream.
COTTAGE PUDDING.
One cupful sugar, two eggs, two
cupfuls cream, oue pint Hour, one and
one-half teaspoonfuls baking powder.
Boat the eggs and sugar together; add
cream, flour, with the powder sifted
in. and pinch suit; uiix into smooth
batter aa for cup cake; put into long,
narrow or oval buttered mould, bake
In hot oven thirty minutes.
A Dreadful Blunder.
Speaking of bustles, says Clara
Belie, 1 went to church last Sunday
with just tho most sensitively devout
girl that breathes the air of this sphere,
whence she will arise to the azures and
delights of heaven. She is truly fash-
ionable, too, aud her summer oosturae
was s dream of beauty. She ought to
bare been spiritually happy, but I
plainly saw, as 1 watched her through
the services, that she was ill at ease.
"What's the matter, dear?” 1 whis-
pered.
“X can’t imagine," she sadly repli-
ed; "bat somehow or other I am get-
ting no oonsolation from the exercises.
• The rector is os enchanting as ever,
the weather is perfeot, mv own relig-
ious experience was comforting, tip to
tbe timo 1 sat down in this pew. 1 am
positively miserable in my mind.
Borne occult influence is at work. I’m
____ II
for®*
After we got homo and were disrob-
ing to dress anew for dinner, a sudden
exolamation from my friend arrested
• my attention.
“Clara, oh! Clara!" she cried, ‘‘I’ve
solved the mystery. Look here,” and
she whipped out a oopy of TAe Pbltce
OatelU from her bustle. That's some
of brother Jack's horrid literature.
How blind I must hare been! I am so
careful always, pretty nearly, to select
Th* Gkritlian Union to put into my
bustle wheu 1 am going to church.
Then I seem, somehow, to got an ease
of soul from tbe services that is due,
in some degree, to whst Ism sitting
on. But to rest on s Police (inutUel
No wonder the religious exercises went
for worse than nothing.”
Dkhft Know Her Intltmaely.
"Doyou kaif* this woman?” asked
• • lawyer of la negro who had l««n
summoned to fbtify before oourt.
••Tea. aah. I snows her.”
» you know her very Intimately?"
. ■-ha’tsay datldo."
are you known her?"
'qualnted wid her er
-1 married her."
"Give my story back to me,” my
author snid in » (rumbling voice. “I
cau not lot you have it for nothing.”
1 whs boiug rolled up, and a thick
clastic band clicked over me, when an-
other voice was heard:
"Mr. Best, let me speak with you »
moment.”
Then 1 was laid down on tho tablo,
and I could hear the sighs of my dear
author as she sat near me.
After a few minutes, the gentleman
with tho beard came back, and a
younger gentleman with him.
"We think, niadamo, wo will under-
take to publish this book, nnd—pay
you ten pounds on tho day of issue.
Tho truth is my parlucr thinks
highly
than 1
of it; forgive me, more highly
do, anil by his desire I make you this
oiler.”
So I
thrown
was left on tho table, then
into a deep drawer, from
whence 1 was taken oue morning and
torn Hssuniler.
A small part of me was sont off to
the printers, being first marked by the
hand of some one who read mo.
Very soon after my arrival at the
printer’s olllco my fair pages were
smeared with black fingers, and 1 was
set up before a mau with a pair
of keen eyes, and I hoard nim
mutter:
"Plain writing for once, that’s a
mercy—a womari s too."
Then another voice called out:
“You are lucky. 1 hare been pus-
xling over this sentence for an hour;
can't make head or tail of it," while
another grumbled:
“These proofs are so scrawled over,
I'll just send them back to Mr. Best
I ain't guing to spend my life over
'em."
From first to Ust I heard no grum-
bling about myself. All went smooth-
ly, and my dear author would smile
and sing over me as the proofs of my
progress came by the post to her twico
a week.
The great day came at last. After
1 had been punched and flattened nnd
stitched, I was inclosed in s modest
gray b tiding with silver letters, and
»*— published!
Ah, me! with what crowds of other
books did I make iny debut Into tbe
wholesale publisher’s wsre-boute,
where we were all ranged on shelves
waiting for orders.
Some were sent for review, some to
the trudo; one, with ten pounds, to my
dear author.
Who of all the people that glanced
at mo guessed the labor whioh bad
been bestowed on mo in my creation,
and thu Joy whioh I gave when
I lay oomplcte on tho breakfast
di ‘
Ino who wrote iL
"It is about ‘Bright Days,’" her
husband said, nnd I, lying on tho
writing (aide, heard my name, and
was all attention.
The lottor was as follows:
“Woodcuestek Manok, May 18.
“Deaii Madam—Will you forgive
me for addressing your I am a
sliangcr to you, or 'rather I was a
strnngor a week ago. Now X foel ns
if 1 had found a friend in you, and 1
must needs tell you so. 1 am a pris-
oner to a sofa; all manly exercises in
which others of my age delight, are
1o
Ids
estimation she was only a child, a
bagatelle, a toy. Her childish faith
shivered in the iirst cold blast of the
reality, “all is not gold that glitters,"
, and site determined to berevengud. A
merry smile lurked aliout the corners
of her mouth at the thought ofhow ear-
nest her lover had grown and how he
remained fait hful for years. Ah. grand-
mamma sighed at heryouthful frivolity
—she had learned the secret of her
power. On she turned, tho record of
lier years, and tears were in the sweet
voice that softly whispered, “Pour I
love with all my heart. She ponder-
ed long over this picture. Here the
young girl, who hail suddenly forgot-
ten her worldly knowledge, stood
among the glowing, lilfishmg roses,
breathing the delicious sunshine, look-
denied to mo. 1 have found my con-
dition a sore trial of patience, and I
know I have been a sore trial to the
pationco of others. A few days ago a
box of books came from Mudie's. My
serviint unpacked tho volumes us
usual, and at my request road me the ing a jierfect fairy of happiness, nnd
titles. dreamily building “castles in air,”
"At last ho entne to 'Bright DAys. when thcfntnl news of her lover's death
One Volume. By Cara Cameron, Best crushed tlie joy from her heart. Aye,
and Crowe.’ " and years passed ere she recovered.
"The vory titlo seemed a little in-: “Five I cast away.” Yes. Still the
appropriate. I tossed the book nshlo, sobbing of her bereaved henrt wouid
anil, for a day or two, greedily da- ] not he stilled. She could not listen to
voured tho novels in three volumes, another. “Mix, he loves, and yet slu
which took precedence in your story, j could not think onsueli things without
dear madam. But at last, sick with |inin'.
the repetition of the-same incidents,
tragedies, flirtatious, and even worso,
1 look up 'Bright Days.’ 1 read it
once, and read it again, muro careful-
ly. The prison doors scorned to otien
by its power, n new life was kindled
In mo by your words. Words of en-
couragement to endure, of spirit to
tako up the work God lias given, not
to flinch from ecrvlco.eveu service liko
mine, poor nud faint, the power of en-
durance, not gloomily not grudgingly
given, hill lightly and cheerfully.
Your hcrolae lives for tuo.
I hear
her
At hist the loving soul reached out
for sympathy nnd comfort“Seven,
she loves.” He seemed brave, true
and good—a gallant lover, forsooth.
Weeks, months spisl on, and then ono
evening lie came to say “goo<l-bye.’
The morrow was his wedding day.
“Would not his dear friend wish him
God sisssl? Thu proud, sensitive
mouth quivered a moment, then to
all outward seeming it was over; she
was his friend.
Bln; lived on as usual, but anon In
the inner life it took many years to fill
up t he grave of that experience to the
level of her customttry security.
In the full bloom of womanhood, with
that richness of knowledge and experi-
ence with whieli slu* vainly hojied to
build a bulwark of safety about her
heart, came “Eight, they both love.”
She fought bravely against conviction
"Nine, he comes." “Certainly; rally
should he not ?” she said.
“Ten, he tarries.” CVnieal reflec-
tbough others may not liavo been so , tions of wordly wisdom kept her cold
bold as 1 in daring to tell you what j and unresponsive,
you havo done. May God reward you “Eleven, he courts.” Grandmam-
s hundredfold for ‘Bright Days.’ inn's lienutiful eyes grew brighter even
which has pierced the clouds and now at the thought of the new nnd
gloom of a self-seeking, self-engrossed holy happiness that had come to her.
life, and has made me ever your Truly this was love, that ofamatured
faithful, grutqful friend, heart nnd ripened intellect. Theglory
“Ahtiiiii 1'ikiii‘oint. '■ 1
P. 8.—May 1 hope for one word in
reply, to show you are not angry with
voice and see her smile. ‘Bright Dayi
indeed sho makes for those aliout Ler,
and in making them she makes her
own. Beautifiil is the influence she
exercises over the most unpromising
husband—the sunshine of the little
home, where sho faithfully fulfills her
mission!
"Dear niadnme, go on and prosper
in your work. Doubtless yeti have
reached many hearts hosido mine,
me, and to tell me that you are writ-
ing another book?"
"After all then 'Bright Days' was a
success," the husband said, ns ho re-
turned tho letter. "My darling, you
should laugh and bo glad, not let
tears fall on the poor buby; give her
to me."
of it ahoneeven now upon her, though ft
was long since “Twelve, he married,”
and grntidpnpa had gone before and
waited for her on the nhore of the
lileesed where "God is love.”
“Oh! they are happy tears and to
think after all, that my poor little
Captured by Stonewall .Taokson.
Rilling in advance of his skirmish
line through the swamp, attended by
a few staff officers, Gen. Jackson found
himself in the presence of 15 or 21)
k-w-l l.. _ . __-g • «.ii„j i Federal soldiers on outpost duty. Ho
reaRy think I wllTbeJin agahl'tbii S^th ^offn^ ? },n,jJPnr<'to **'
evening when all is quiet, olid I will -’irens,ve nml charge upon
write to mv unknown friend nnd toll 1 're 'h,‘V hirid upon |,,.n. I
him tho title of my new story shall lie V" Mln or.T- <>• Cheetney,
•Hope Fulfilled.”' '!'" , Assist ant Adjutant-General of
I think, in conclusion, I may ven- Wf'-y ■ bymle for the following nc-
ture to say that I, the book—who has As Elzeys brigade wm press-
■ mg forward to the line held by the
here related its own history, was not,
nav, is not, n failure, hut rather that
“Hope will lie fulfilled." and that
Cara Cameron will be known before
long as the successful author of
“Bright Days.”—h'mnui Marshall.
l“K?_ .How proud was the young hue-
How ho took me up end ad-
A Reformer.
1 g i
been found guilty in a New York court
of picking pockets. The judge said:
"This is your second offense. I
will give you three years in the penl- i subsequently learned tbat bis story
tentiary."_ was true. Gen. Jackson, having rid-
den some distance in advance, had
come suddenly upon thebluecoats, and
with his characteristic impetuosity
d
Confederates at the bloody battle of
Gaines's Mill, n squad of 15 or 20
soldiers wens encounteredon theirway
to the rear. A tall fellow at the head
of the little party drew special atten-
tion to himself hy singing out to us at
the top of his voice with an oath,
“Gentleman, we had the honor of be-
ing raptured by Stonewall Jackson
himself"—a statement which he re-
pented with evident pride all along the
line, as our men tramped past. We
that, his
"I deservo it, judgo; I want to have
a chnnee to reform."
“You will got it"
“I will como out ol tho penitentiary
a better Rian than when I went In.
Do I have to go tbore at onoo?"
••Certainly/’
“That’s bad. I hate to be ahnt up Just
at the time when tbit Bartholdi oirout
la to full blast If I had a fair ohance
you bet I’d work tho crowd for all It
was worth."—'Texas Ni/lingi.
had charged among them and ordered
them to surrender, whirh they made
haste to do.”--Gen, D. H. Hill, in the
Century Mngazino.
Nine persons out of ten would say
that the actual color of gold and ell
ver was yellow and wlute. leit these
nine poisons try to match tlieeecolors
nnd they will lie astonished to find
that drab silk matches gold, end gray
silver.
Proper Moffo of Love Making.
The Louisville Commercial quotes a
“noted belle” ot that city, who ie now
“a round and rosy matron with chil-
dren at her knee,” as giving thofollow-
ing hints as to the propsr mode of love-
making:
"A score of men made love to me,”
said the excellent lady above referred
to, "and any one of them might have
had me if he hail studied the art of
love-making with the same care he
would give any time to a game of chess.
“I hold that love-making is au art.
There is no such think os love at first
sight. We may admire each other in
the beginning, but immediate affection
is out of the question. First impres-
sions, no matter how favorable, must
be strengthened hy artful cultivation.
Then love conies, and If the man who
sues makes no mistake, he is sure to
win, no matter what his condition may
he. Of course, h# must talk well, dress
respectably, and, above all, wearrlean
linen and keep his face free from
dirt. If he does all this and sues judi-
ciously no arrow of misfortune can
keep the victor’s wreath from off his
crown. I might add that one of the
requisitics in iwi-sonal appearance is
clean teeth. A man may have a nose
liken pumpkin, or a mouth like a mam-
moth cave, or eyes like a jay bird, a
hand like a ham, or a foot ns big as a
canoe, and he cun win, but if his teeth
are not what a gentleman’ll teeth ought
to he he will rue the day he gave his
heart to ft well-bred womon. He may
be tail or short, stout or lean, with a
voice like a sog-liom and a carriage as
ungraceful ns the ambleof acamel, and
lie may yet win any woman in the
world if he studies her with care and
keeps his teeth clean.
“A man must lie more or less hot-
headed; he must be more or less jealous
and more or less passionate to inspire
a woman with the love that burns.
The man who wouldn't kiss a woman
when she tells him with her eyes that
her lips are yearning is an idiot. I
don’t mean by this that kissing is at
all necessary, or even proper, but It is
certainly a part and parcel of the art
of love-making. I believe in tho rough
old verse that dear little Lotta used to
sing about kissing:
Nobody is above it;
The old inaidii love it,
And widows have a finger tn the pie.
Some people ure so haughty
They mm.v it's very naughty,
ltut you liot your life t hey do it on the nly.
“I heard n pretty girl from Clevu-
land say once that she had been devot-
edly sought by young Mr. L. for four
years. She was fond of him and ad-
mired hint for his many excellent qual-
ities, hut she finally let himgo,because
as she put it, he never had tliecourage
to once squeeze her hand. To my
knowledge there was never a purer or
better girl than that one, hut she was
too full of mercury to ever wed a man
who lacked the spirit to at least squeeze
her hand in a favorable way. Real
women, I protest, care nothing for
milk-and-water men, nor do they
ways worship heroes, but, as I nave
said, if any intelligent man, with clean
linen and clean teeth, will make a ju-
dicious combination of flattery and ar-
dislt devotion lie can win any woman
iu the world who doesen’t hate him for
a cause in the beginning of the affuir.
“Let me sny just one more word
about love-making. This is for girls.
A noted French author in one of his
books declares that jealous men are
always fickle. It is just the other way.
Jealous men are never fickle. Jealousy
is the surest evidence of true love.
When a woman can arouse the demon
in a man's bosom, she may always
feel sure of him. He loves her and will
go on his knees when she bids him.”
—* ■ m • sra -
Getting- Measured for Trousers.
Washington Letter in Baltimore American.
Tiie increasing popularity of horse-
back riding among people of all classes
in Washington emphasizes a fact that
seems rather surprising to some of the
readers of this correspondence, that a
great many Washington ladies wear
trousers, and it has been mischievous-
ly remarked in certain quarters that
t iie novel experience ot wearing pants
has gone a great way towards induc-
ing some rather timid ladies to under-
take the task of learning to ride. Tho
best riding-habits, here ns elsewhere,
are made liy tailors who make this tine
of business it specialty, nnd have in
some of their mysterious back parlors
a wooden horse, on which the ladies
sit while their cloth skirts are draped
to hang Well over the tight-fitting
jiants. “Of course," said one of these
tailors recently, “of course ladies wear
pants with their riding habits. They
wear them under their riding skirts.
This lias been the custom for some
timo. They wear their skirts shorter
than formerly, just so us to touch the
ground when they stand. Then 1 hey
wear pants underneath, nothing olse;
no skirts. Washington is very like
Paris. The ladies have good taste. I
could name lots of Indies—Idon’t know
how many—who come in and have
their measures taken, just as gracious-
ly as men would, and t hey are much
easier to fit nnd pleasanter to serve
than men. And tho trying on of gar-
ments? We have parlors and maids
ssisSi Making a Tatal of 50 Pieces.
tnking it in here, marking it for alter-
ation, and letting it out tiiere. When
I have finished I retire, and the lady
again changes her garment. This is
the custom altogether in Paris and is
very rapidly becoming so here.”
Tiie average Washington prico of a
lady's riding habit is about 9100.
W. H. FOOSHEE.
Bookseller, Stationer & " ' ,
Watches, Clocks, Jewelry, Violins, C-nitars, Banjos,
Aocordeons, Organinas, Violin Trimmings, Oroquet Sets
Base Balls, Etc.
Repairing done on Watches, Clock! and Jewel, j. Agent for all kind! of School Furniture.
Call and ««*«* 8a in pie Dpak.
NOK
Stephenville,
NOltTH SI OB FBIILIC 8QUARB.
Texas
LARGE STOCK! LOW PRICES!
Stoves, Tinware, Hardware
• -AND - ■
Agricultural Implements.
I h*ve the onij exclusive Hurdwnro Stor.* in the* pi* •<*. and carryall kind! of IIntj lid
Shelf Hardware Cutlery. Ala.) a full lino of
Glass, Queens, Wood and Willow-Ware,
And Family Supplies Complete.
I Also have A tin shop and manufacture all kind* of 'Pm, Connor and Sheet-Iron ware. Roof
Ink. Guttering and Job work of all kiiidn done.
TTDBUSm LATED 2TT_,"CT:e S
llutll le order, cheaper, lighter and aafor than hrtak or stone ohlmneya. All fniuranee men
• prefer them to brick or atono. 1 have In atoek also the following
Superior and Mohawk in series, Marble City, KitcnenGem,
General, Gleaner, and Trusty.
Furniture & Upholstery,
Undertakers’ Goods ^nd
Wall Paper,
PIANOS & ORGANS.
We keep the Cheapest
and Best selected lot of
Qoods west of Waco,
and those wanting a Fla*
no or Organ will do well
to call on us.
North Bide PabUo Square,
STEPHEN S VILLE. Texas.
J. H. HYMAN,
LAND
LIVE "STOCK.
AGENT.
Stephenville, Texaa.
Will render and Pay Taxea oa
Land.
Will Buy and Sell
Land & Live Stock
ON COMMISSION,
and report as to value and Oo»
oupancy.
I make ■ specialty of ssKlaf
IMPROVED LANDS.
H. H. NBII.L, LEE rO0IT6
NEILL & YOUNG,
ATTORN EYS-AT-LAW.
Stephenville, Texas.
W. W. Mooses. T. B. Km*.
MOORES A KING,
ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW
8TKPHBNVILLB. TEXAS.
L. ». Frank. W. H. Ditixx
FRANK A DEVINE,
ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW
BTKI’IIKWYILI.K. TKX
Dr. J. M. Williamson,
PHYSICIAN & SURGEON,
N Mil'll KN VI Ll.lt, TKX AH
Offer, .il. professional service to tiie
towmanil county. Office at Collier’s drug
store.
Dm. M. a CROW.
PHYSICIAN AND SURQgoN,
STBPhKNVlLLS T|XA8.
The Following List ofTriiiins are Given With Eacli CooL Store. °- J- SHAPARD.
A Murldcm'd W lnile.
The steamer Valor, of this port,
Captain Haskell, is engaged in shooting
Iwhnles for the factory at Boothhay.
Recently, when off Cape Porpoise and
[just in sight, of land, an immense whale
M s encountered, and the steamer
Istarted in pursuit, but just as they
got near enough to fire at the monBter
he sounded. The steamer started
again for the prey when he came to the
surface, and this time they got in a
shot. Mr. Haskell, the brother of the
Captain, fired the bomb, and it en-
tered the animal, which immediately
swam with great speed directly out to
sea. Tho steamer followed, and after
a long and exciting chase succeeded ill
driving the whale inshore, when he
again sounded. After a short time,
during which the steamer lay to and
waited for the reapponranre of the
monster, he rose to the surface and
plunged directly for the boat. Had he
■truck thg little vessel, coming as he
was, with almost irresistible force, she
would certainly have sunk. The sig-
nal to bock was given, and tiie steam-
er coming round jus: in time to allow
the whale to dash hy only a few feet,
from the side, Haskell, afraid of losing
the prey again tir<-d. and this time the
bomb accomplished its work, and tin
dead body of t lie whale sank iu seventy
five fathoms of water. The whalewn,
very large for its ejsx’ies, being full v
twice as long as tiie Valor, a 45 fm,
vessel. The careasi will come to th
surface insight or nine days, when i
will he taken in tow by ihe ste.inuT
FWrt
The Fire I3acks in The
SUPERIOR COOK STOVE
Are Guarantesd to Last Fifteen Years.
Cook Stoves, $15 to $05.
I am also handling the Celebrated
Moline Plows, Cultivators and Sulkeys.
JOHN A. FREY,
STEPHENVILLE, TEXAS
Law and Land
OFFICE.
Stephenville, Texas.
Will practise In tbe oounty of Rrath nnd ad-
joining counties, In thn Oourt of Appeal* and
Supreme Court rf tho State. Spaofal atten-
tion given to all bualnee* pertaining to root ne-
tate. Will buy nnd nell real entate, pay taxes,
protect land owned by non-reeldenw, rsraovo
ireepanernand Investigate, perfeot and fur-
nlnh abatrncti of titled.
Surveys Made
iirony part of Broth oounty, promptly and
carnally on «h>rt notice.
PLATS anif FIELD NOTES
neatly and accurately prepared.
80,000
Acres of Land
M Mite ot Broth Oounty, for (ole
and on tome to nult purobaaern.
In 41 .
IB tract*
Houston & Texas ventral Railway
and
teenier Hijra Traim and Dailj Flit MfU Lta
via Houston. •
Tum, Kbps—
mmsi
vs . i». « O, A. I
UnltjdSUU.
•mtoffp
Through!
ton SfTtxi
st»r, Ii
Mu«* of
(Uh
Xstakblished 1869.
United States Cartridge Company,
LOWELL, MASS.
_ Paper and Drone
SHOT SHELLS
Our paper shot •belle nr* unde with grei t
eara upon new and Improved machinery, ana
tto paper le eulijeoted to e provide th-t ren-
‘‘•".m® ,h*1l* waterproof,pliable nnd uapni.n.
*" wttrateedlng large chargee of powder nl>h
out buretlng, and are reloaded from fot
ton tlmee, if deelred. They a loo beep t
■moothekepc etiff, inelde end out. \fcoff.-r
them ae
Ddlng Urge chargee of powdor ei'h-
»n,t are reloaded from four to
If deelred. They atao keep tin Ir
•PssUB. Inelde end out. We offer
■e equal, If not euparlor, to eny o' her
warrant them m the full eenae
wOKU
—SBWSB4 tonsero and Cap Bxlraelore.
Rim Fin and (total lire Cartridges
V
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