The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 124, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 30, 1914 Page: 3 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS DAILY LEADER
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By AUGUSTUS GOODRICH SHER-
WIN.
John Gresham came into his place
of business like a hurricane. His low-
ering brow suggested the thunder-
cloud.' The girl at the “Information”
desk stared at him in open-mouthed
wonder. Diggs, the office boy, ten
minutes late and just hanging up his
cap, tried to fade away from view. He
was halted by a stern peremptory
challenge.
j “Late, are you? Don’t repeat it!”
■ Diggs wilted. Over behind the rail-
ing Ned Warner, bookkeeper, started,
stared hard at his relative and em-
ployer and then bent his head over his
books, a kind of uneasy half guilty ex-
pression on his face.
Miss Ina Vaile, the--stenographer,
turned quite pale. Never had there
been a more peaceful harmonious of-
fice, never a kinder hearted chief. To
see Mr. Gresham now—stern, savage,
almost brutal—it was chilling—aw-
ful!
“I want it understood here and
now,” fairly shouted Mr. Gresham,
“that there are going to be new regu-
lations in this office. Diggs late this
morning, cashier yesterday. Two of
our collectors, I understand, were out
all night a week ago. I have been
hearing things and it’s got to stop.
I won’t have anybody in my service
who appears here for work jaded and
worn out with late hours. I’m watch-
ing things—look out!”
Here Ned Warner groaned to him-
self and looked worried. A dense si-
lence fell over the room as Mr. Gres-
ham passed into his private office. As
7i*» -ua mined the door to noisily after
him, a young man who had witnessed
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Wla Lowering Brow Suggested the
Thunder Cloud.
what had been going on from a rear
office sped quickly to the side of Ina.
“Oh, Arthur!" she gasped faintly,
“what does if all mean?”
“I can’t tell you,” replied Arthur
■Gresham rapidly. “I never saw father
in such a mood before.”
“Perhaps he has heard about—
•about—”
“About our engagement?” interrupt-
ed Arthur. “I think not. But he soon
■will.”
“You—you are going to tell him?”
“I’ve done it already—by letter. I
Just left it on his desk. Ina, for mer-
cy’s sake hurry in there, quick! Get
■that letter. It’s no time, the present,
for father to read it. I’ll be less
■cowardly and go to him openly when
jfce’s out of this tantrum.”
‘Oh, I fear! I fear!” trembled poor
na, but she went to the private of-
ce.
‘Huh! looking for anything?” de-
manded Mr. Gresham, so fiercely that
er heart sank.
“Why, 1—I was looking for a—a
Setter.”
‘That it?” challenged Mr. Gresham,
and he held up a missive just opened.
‘Well, I’ve read it. You had better
eave here at the end of the month."
‘Oh!” gasped Ina, her senses reel-
ng. How she managed to regain the
>uter office she never knew. She fell
\o a chair. Arthur glided anxiously,
^eagerly to her side.
‘Well?” he prompted quickly.
‘He had already read it!”
“And he said?”
“Oh, Arthur, the end has come!
Our beautiful love dream is in ruins!
Y"our father has discharged me!”
Arthur Gresham’s brow darkened.
Heal resentment showed in his expres-
sive face.
{ “I shall go to him at once,” he said
-determinedly.
• “No, no!” dissented Ina In real
^alarm, arising and seizing his arm.
“Oh, Arthur! do not let poor me be
the cause of & misunderstanding be-
tween you two who have always u^ii
so harmonious.”
“But—”
"Let us have patience. Please go
away now. I beg of you, do not see
him until he is in a better frame of
mind.”
Reluctantly Arthur departed. He
was in business for himself. Not so
Ned Warner. If Mr. Gresham was
proud of his strong, manly, independ-
ent son, he a.so loved Ned Warner.
The latter was the son of his dearest
friend. On his deathbed Mr. Gresham
had promised to care for him. He
felt the responsibility as a sacred
charge. The youth was lovable but
weak, and his indulgent guardian
dealt with him very gently. That
morning Mr. Gresham had learned of
his being seen with a gay young card-
playing and drinking crowd. This was
the cause that morning of his unusual
spell of temper, as his employes
deemed it.
A dark cloud seemed to hang over
the office all that day. Mr. Gresharr
remained in his office until noon. ,Tr
walked out of the place then, his gri.A
silence adding new uneasiness to his
anxious watchers.
Ina, pale and sad looking, was start-
ing to leave the office for lunch when
Ned approached her in the anteroom.
“Can I have a word with you. Miss
Vaile?” he inquired.
“Why, certainly,” replied Ina, who
always liked the young fellow.
“You have been a good friend to
me,” he said with sincerity and hu-
mility. “I am in deep distress and I
feel that I must make a confidant of
you. I am responsible for the trouble
here this morning, I am sorry to say.’
“I did not know that,” replied Ina,
with true sisterly sympathy.
“Well, I am. I have been a foolish,
disloyal fellow to the kindest man
that ever lived, Mr. Gresham, and he
knows it. *Oh! my sins are not very
heavy, but I have wasted time, gone
with riotous companions and other-
wise disappointed him. He was hint-
ing at me when he burst out so this
morning,” and Ned, with honest tears
of contrition in his eyes, told Ina the
whole story, ending up with: “For
the sake of you others I guess I had
better go somewhere and make a
man of myself.”
“You will do nothing of the sort!"
declared Ina. “There is too much good
in you to throw yourself away. Go
straight to Mr. Gresham, tell him all
you have told me, turn over a new
leaf and make him happy.”
“I’ll do it, and I’ll reform, I vow 1
will!” cried Ned earnestly.
It was late in the day when Ina
timidly entered the room of her em-
ployer, little dreaming of how favor-
ably Ned Warner had paved the way
for a gracious reception. She noted
a marked change in his face as he
looked up.
“Mr. Gresham,” she said, “I have
decided not to wait until the end of
the month, but leave today.”
“Why, hadn’t you better stay for a
few' days? My wife will be back from
the country Thursday, and then be-
tween you there can be arrangements
made.”
"For what?” gasped the perplexed
Ina.
“Why, I supposed you would be glad
to have her co-operation as to the
trousseau and the wedding arranger
ments—"
“Why!” gasped the petrified Ina,
“didn’t you discharge me this morn-
ing?”
-“What’s that? Me? Ha, ha! ho,
ho! Bless me, my dear young lady!
What ever put that into your head?
I simply suggested that, as you was
going to become our daughter, it was
best that you exchange office life for
the home. Yes, indeed—just so!”
And, despite the fact that he was
not entirely telling the truth, there
was such a kind, fatherly look In his
good-natured eyes that Ina did not
have the heart to gainsay him.
(Copyright, 1914, by W. Q. Chapman.)
Another Typographical Error.
The man with the blood-shot eyes
entered the sanctum, and before he
could say a word the office boy sized
him up and said:
“I dunno' what it is, but th’ proof
reader done it.”
“Well, it was aplenty,” said the
irate person loudly. “My daughter
played a violin solo last night, an’
my wife writ up th’ piece fer th’ pa-
per herself, an’ she said th’ playin'
was of a high order, an’ hyer this
paper says it was of a high odor—
where’s that there editor?”—Strick-
land Gillilan.
The Letter Box.
"Taking down your rural free de-
livery box?”
“Yes; I’ve got to put up something
bigger. Since I began getting grind-
stones and wheelbarrows by parcel
post I find that what I need is a stor-
age warehouse.”—Louisville Coufier-
Journal.
Her Drawback.
“The muse s* -a violinist never ha
free play.”
“Why not:”
“Because she’s always kept in lea<
lng strings.”
HOSTILITIES AVERTED.
“My dear,” said Mrs. Newbrlde,
•Hurry in, for the cook is hashed."
“What?” asked her hubby with
imazement, “did she suffer much?”
“What are you talking about?”
queried wifey, a bit nettled. “I said
the cash is hooked.”
“You mean soihe one stole the
household money?”
“I said no such thing,” tartly re-
Bponded the bride of almost three
weeks. “I said the hook was cashed.”
“The—what—?”
“Oh, dear, how stupid you are?
Can’t you understand English? I said
the hash is cooked; hurry in before it
gets cold!”—Philadelphia Ledger.
Why He Growled.
Bill—Is that his own dog he’s got
on the string?
Jill—No; it’s his wlfe’s7
“How do you know?
“Didn’t you hear him growling?”
“The dog?”
“No; the man.”
Just to Please Ma.
It was during a chilly spring flare-
back.
“Cold and raw today, my dear,” said
mother, “and your chest is so exposed.
“All right,” responded daughter, “I’ll
put on an extra ooat of powder, ma.”
—Puck.
CAME IN HANDY.
Mrs. Wisely—You’d better go see
the doctor. You’re getting as deaf as
a post.
Mr. Wisely—All right, my dear; I”U
go as soon as the Fourth is over.
Worse Than Now.
Archaeologist—Those stone-age edi-
tors were too mean for words.
Friend Jones—Why eo?
Archaeologist—When a poor author
sent a story the editor would send it
back with a 75-pound rejected slab—-
charges collecL-—New York Globe.
BEST METHOD FOR CABBAGE
Culinary Expert Tells How the Veg»
’ table May Be Served Up In Ap-
petizing Way.
Cabbage, and other vegetables that
form into heads, should be soaked in
cold water, heads down, to which
salt or a little vinegar has been added
This will drive out worms or insects if
any are in hiding among the leaves.
Half an hour is long enough to allow
the vegetables to remain in the water.
Take one-aalf or one-quarter of th«
.head of cabbage, according to quantity
required, and shave It down fine, as foi
slaw; put it in very cold water, enough
to just cover it, and let it stand until
crisp; pour off this water and add
fresh cold water to barely cover it and
place over the fire; cover and bring
quickly to boiling; then remove covei
and boil rapidly until it begins to look
clear; pour off the water, season to
taste with salt and pepper, add buttei
generously, a tablespoonful to two cup-
fuls of cabbage, and turn into a heated
dish and serve. Hot cream, cream
sauce, sour cream sauce or cheese
sauce may be served with it, but it is
very delicate and pleasing to the tasta
served plain with butter and season-
ing. If any is left over chill thorough-
ly and serve as a salad with green
peppers or leftover string beans or
peas or fresh tomatoes, using French
dressing.—Lida Ames Willis.
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jjtAu Around
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OF COURSE.
Willie—Say, paw, was there any
fireworks in the days of the Bible?
His Father—Yes. David was a
giant cracker.
So Easy.
The game seems easy after all!
To keep the scoreboard right
You simply have to hit the ball
And run with all your might.
The Flat Tendency.
"It is queer that there is so much
swindling of various kinds at seashore
resorts.”
“Why not there as well as any other
resorts?”
“Because at the seashore, everything
ought to be on the level.”
Helpfulness.
“Your boy Josh is still helping about
the place?”
“Yep,” replied Farmer Corntossel.
“He goes out explorin’ nearly every
day so he’ll be able to show the sum-
mer boarders where to find the best
fiehln’.”
Deep Cut.
“I understand you had to undergo
a surgical operation?”
"Yep, some operation."
“Doctors cut anything out?”
“Yep, cut out the auto I had planned
to get.”
What He Wants.
"There’s a young man that Is full of
promise.”
“That’s so? Then he won’t do.”
“Why not?”
“I’m looking for one that’s given to
performance.”—Detroit Free Press.
A Compliment.
“It would be no disparagement to
Denmark to say that country was
going to the dogs.”
“Why wouldn’t it?”
“That would simply mean its people
were great Danes.”
Viewpoints.
“A great many people come here
Sunday.”
“Yes,” answered the keeper of the
Zoo. “And I’m glad of it. It seems to
sort of cheer the animals up to see a
crowd."
That Expresses IL
“The reckless chauffeur simply
mowed down all the pedestrians in his
path.”
“Was h*. full?”
“Full and running ever ”
Thrown Together.
Redd—So he is to marry her?
Greene—Yes; fate threw them to-
gether.
“Fate threw them together, did you
say?"
“Yes; they were motoring and the
machine turned turtle.”
Taking Sides.
“There are two sides to every ques-
tion,” said the readymade philosopher.
“Yea,” replied the man with political
ambitions. "Sometimes it’s hard to
tell whether an answer is going to put
you on the inside or leave you on the
outside.”
Something Lasting.
Grogan (the "grouch)—I don’t like
to mintion It, Mrs. Conley, but your
husband owed me ten dollars when he
died.
The Widow—Shure, it’s nice to have
something to raymimber him by!—
Puck.
No Biblical Father.
Crusty Uncle—More money? See
he^e, sir, why the dickens don’t you
go home to your father and get him to
kill the fatted calf?
Wild Nephew—He’d be a jolly sight
more likely to kill the prodigal son.
A Few Words From Chopin.
Tramp—Yes, mum, I was once quite
a musician, an’ I guess I ain’t forgot
all about it yet.
Mrs. Housekeep—Indeed. Well, you
can take the ax and chop a few cords
out of that wood pile.
Wedded Bliss.
Mrs. Nextdoor—“I suppose your
daughter is happily married?” Mrs.
Nagsby—“Indeed she is. Why, her
husband is actually afraid to open hie
mouth in her presence."—Princeton
Tiger.
Too Cheerful.
“I don’t care to play poker with
Wombat any more.”
“What do you mean?"
“Why, he can smile hard enough
over two pair to make a full hand lay
down.”
AN OLD SAYING.
She—In Mark Antony’B speech In
"Julius Caesar” it seems a bit far-
fetched for him to bid Caesar’s
wounds to speak for him.
He—Oh, no. Blood will tcU,
know.
If you have difficulty in making youi
pancakes or griddle cakes brown to a
turn add a spoonful of sugar or half a
spoonful of ipclasses to the batter and
note how easily and prettily they
brown. The bit of sugar or molasses
does not change the taste or propor-
tions of other ingredients.
Waxed paper is a good thing to
wrap about the articles of food before
placing them in the refrigerator. It
should also be wrapped about cheese
and like edibles that must be kept in
a dry place.
Fly specks and dirt on mirror sur-
faces may be rubbed off with a cream
made of whiting and alcohol.
When the strainer on the kitchen
faucet refuses to work well try a vin-
egar bath. The deposit from the water
has clogged the tiny openings, and no
amount of brushing will clear them so
well as an overnight soaking in a cup-
ful of vinegar.
Canadian Pudding.
Make sauce of one quart sliced ap-
ples, one-third cup sugar, one-third cup
water, a little nutmeg; stew gently,
then pour into buttered pudding dish
and pour over it the following batter:
One pint flour, one egg, ealt, one cup
milk, two level teaspoons sugar, one-
half tablespoon melted butter, one
teaspoon cream of tartar, one-half tea-
spoon soda; bake in a moderate oven;
serve with the following sauce: One-
half pint boiling water, one-half tea-
spoon salt, one tablespoon cornstarch,
teaspoon of butter; soak this till it
thickens, then cool before adding one
cup sugar beaten with yolks of two
eggs. Lastly, whip in stiffly, beaten
whites of eggs.
Chocolate Potato Candy.
Bake one medium sized potato,
when well done scoop out the inside
and put In a basin. Work in confec-
tioner’s sugar until creamy, then flat-
ten and cut into squares and dip
into unsweetened chocolate which has
been melted in a saucepan. Garnish
each square with half an English wal-
nut, place on wax paper and allow to
cool. This dainty swget-j inexpensive
to make and is very relishable.
Braised Liver With Bacon.
For a three-pound piece of liver have
ready one onion cut in thin slices, one-
half cupful of carrot dice, one-half cup-
ful of bacon cubes, one-half cupful of
tomato, a bit of bay leaf, sprig of pars-
ley, one-half teaspoonful of whole pep-
pers and pinch of thyme. Place the
liver on a bed of vegetables, lay thin
slices of bacon over the top, cover and
cook slowly one hour, basting with
bacon fat and water. Strain the liquor
remaining in pan and serve with the
liver. If the liquid is too thin, thick-
en with flour.
Raspberry Whip.
Simplest of all raspberry desserts Is
raspberry whip. This calls for the
whites of egg beaten very light, fla-
vored to taste with powdered sugar
and flavored with the fresh juice of
crushed raspberries. It should b«
mixed just before serving.
To Rpmove Gloss.
Gloss can be removed from black
silk by sponging it with cold coffee
and ammonia. A teaspoonful of am-
monia to a cupful of coffee is the right
quantity.
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 11, No. 124, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 30, 1914, newspaper, July 30, 1914; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth897366/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.