The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 20, No. 8, Ed. 1 Friday, June 5, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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THE PEARSALL LEA
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PEARSALL, TEXAS
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HALLE ERMINIE LIVES
ILLUSTRATIONS 6r~ LAUREN STOUT
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did
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ssly.
med
out
;ohn
id a
and
*t of
lask
■ouch of firearms. There had been mo-
nth m his youth when this unrea-
mg shrinking had filled him with a
i fury, had driven him to strange
‘ ttsis of courage. He had never
! n able to overcome it. Analyza-
bad told him that his peculiar
horrence was no mere outgrowth of
Tt lav far deeper. He had rare-
st recent years, met the test. Now,
he stood in thes# unaccustomed
• ■ Tidings, with the cold touch of
metal the old shuddering held
and, the sweat broke in beads
his forehead. Setting his teeth
be crossed the room, slipped the
with its pistol between the vol-
s of the bookcase, and returned to
his seat. r
'i he bulldog, aroused from a nap,
s' a warm muzzle between his
s "it’s uncanny, Chum!” he said,
his hand caressed the velvety
“WJhy should the touch of that
thing chill my spine and make
* h tiptoe over my.bones? Why
■ouid I hate a pistol? Do you sup-
J was shot in one of my previous
existences?”
a long while he sat there, his
: id, his eyes on the moon-
.. •••■I out-of-doors. The eery feel-
hat had gripped him had gone as
Uy as it had come. At last he
stretching himself with a great
hh yawn, put out all save one of
randies and taking a bath-robe,
dais and a huge fuzzy towel from
steamer-trunk, stripped leisurely,
b donned the bath-robe and sandajs
a out through the window to
r ien and down to where lay the
lake ruffling silverly under the
On its brink he stopped, and
s- back his head, tried to iml-
-me of the bird-calls but was un-
With a rueful laugh he
off the bath-robe and stood an
glistening, poised in the moon-
Hke a marble faun, before he
straight down out of sight.
minutes later he pulled him-
■ v over the edge, his flesh tin-
> h the chill of the water, and
the robe about his cool white
lers. Then he thrust his feet
his sandals and sped quickly
He rubbed himself to a glow,
’owing out the remaining can-
retched himself luxuriously be-
the warm blankets on the
The dog sniffed inquiringly at
then leaped up and snug-
own close to his feet
ahant’s thoughts had fled a
miles away, to the tall girl
his ilfe had seemed to stand
m his world, aloof and unBur-
Katharine Fargo. He tried to
her a perfect chatelaine, grace-
gracious as a tall, white, splen-
in this dead house that
si ll to throb with living pas-
But the picture subtly eluded
and he stirred uneasily under the
blanket
r a time his hands stretched out
reading-stand and drew the
with its vivid blossom nearer,
-• nostrils, its musky odor
ih the dew-wet scent of
eysuckle from the garden. At
his eyes closed. “Every naan car-
s 'ate • • * on a riband
* neck,” he muttered drowsily,
eo, “Roses • • • red
roses • • • *•
And so he fell asleep.
gingham apron. “Yo’ sho’ is up early, t-done the work, too, for there’s not a
but Ah got yo’ brekfus’ ready, suh.”
“All right, Aunt Daphne. I’ll be
back directly.”
He sped down to the lake to plunge
his head into the cool water and there-
by sharpen the edge of an appetite
that needed no honing.
He came up the trail again to find
the reading-stand transferred to the
porch and laid with a white cloth on
which was set a steaming coffee-pot,
with fresh cream, saltless butter and
crisp hot biscuit; and as he sat down,
with a sigh of pure delight, in his
dressing-gown — a crepy Japanese
thing redeemed from womanishness
by the bold green bamboo of its de-
sign—Uncle Jeffer3on planted before
him a generous platter of bacon, eggs
and potatoes. These ho attacked with
a surprising keenness. As he buttered
his fifth biscuit he looked at the dog,
rolling on his back in morning ecsta-
sy, with a look of humorous surprises
“Chum,” he said, “what do you
think of that? All my life a single
Id-
UlO
% pans*
ttte his
MHMI so
to th#
CHAPTER X.
The Hunt.
* ke to a musical twittering
Trping. to find the sun pouring
i!!3ty room in a very glory,
d f rom the blanket and stood
filing his lungs with a long
v h of satisfaction. He felt
y light-hearted and alive. The
came bounding through the
. dirty from the weeds, and
dpoh hiB master in a
canine rapture.
quoth the latter, laugh-
' ;> ii‘ king my feet! How the
i 3 do you suppose I’m to get Into
A Urns with your ridiculous antics
Down. I say! Hark!” He
kf and listened. “Who’s that
singing?"
■sound drew nearer—a iugu-
chant, with the weirdest minor
cns, faintly suggestive of the
, Arne ditties of the music-halls, yet
; a a plaintive cadence.
d morning, Uncle Jefferson.”
inger broke off, set down the
broom that he had been wielding
vame toward him. “Mawnln’, suh.
he said. “Hopes yo’-all
good. Ah reck’n dem ar birds
yo’ up; dey’s makin’ seh er
’miration.” e> ?
I'ban a you. Never slept better In
life Am I laboring under a delu-
•n I Imagine I smell coffee?”
r then there came a voice from
-a door of the .:itchen: “Calls
- f er man, yo’ triflin' recon-
J niggah! W'en marstah gwine-
be brekfus’ wid’ yo’ ramshack-
eroun* wld dat dwag all dis
J - bieasid mawnln*? Go fotch
k fiah-wood dis minute. Yo’
heahr
irbaned head poked itself
the door, with a good-natured
town face beneath it, which
>*dened into a wide smile as tta
oh bed energetically at Va-
greeting. "Fo* de Lawd!” she
x wiping floury hands on a
He Craned Hit Neck, but It Had
Passed the Line of Hie Vision.
roll and a cup of coffee bare been
the most I could fever negotiate for
breakfast, and thesrlt was apt to taste
like chips and whet-stones. And now
look at this plate!** The dog ceased
winnowlntr his ear with a hind foot
and looked back at his master (with
much the same expression. Clearly
his own needs had not been forgot-
ten.
“Reck’n Ah bettah go ter git dat ar
machine thing,” said Uncle Jefferson
behind him. “OT ’ooman, heah, she
’low ter fix up de kitchen dis mawa-
in' en we begin on de house dis eve-
nin'.’’
‘ Rlght-o,** said Valiant *Tt*s all up-
hill, so the motor won’t run away
with you. Annt Daphne, can yon get
some help with the cleaning?”
“He'p?” that worthy responded with
fine scorn. “No, suh. Monghty few,
in de town ’cep’n low-down yaller new-
issue trash det ain’ wu’f killin’! Ah
gwlneter go fo’ dat house m&hse’f 'fo*
long, hammah en tongs, en git it fix'
up!”
“Splendid! My destiny is in yonr
hands. You might take the dog with
you, Uncle Jefferson; the run will do
him good.”
When the latter had disappeared
and truculent sounds from the kitchen
indicated that the era of strenuous
cleaning had begun, he reentered the
library, changed the water in the rose-
glass and set it on the edge of the
shady front porch, where its flaunting
blossom made a dash of bright crim-
son against the grayed weather-beaten
brick. This done, he opened the one
large room on the ground-floor that he
had not visited.
• It w as double the size of the library,
a parlor hung in striped yellow silk
vaguely and tenderly faded, with a
tall plate mirror set over a marble-
topped console at either side. In one
corner stood a grand piano of Circas-
sian walnut with k&ys of tinted
mother-of-pearl and a slender music-
rack inlaid w ith morning-glories in the
same material. From the center of
the ceiling, above an oval table, de-
pended a great chandelier hung with
glass prisms. The chairs and sofas
were covered with dusty slip-covers of
muslin. He lifted one of these. The
tarnished gold furniture was Louis
XV, the upholstery of yellow brocade
with a pattern of pink roses. Two
Japanese hawthorn vases sat on teak-
wood stands and a corner held a glass
cabinet containing a collection of
small ivories and faience.
He went thoughtfully back to the
great hall, where sat the big chest on
which lay the volume of “Lucile.” He
pushed down the antique wrought-
iron haap and threw up the lid. It
was filled to the brim with textures:
heavy portieres of rose-damask, table-
covers of faded* soft-toned tapestry,
window-hangings of dull green—all
with tobacco-leaves laid between the
folds and sifted thickly over with the
sparkling white powder. At the bot-
tom, rolled in tarry-smelling paper, he
found a half-dozen thin, Persian pray-
er-rags. t
“Phew!” he whistled. “I certainly
ought to be grateful to that law firm
that inspected* the place. Think of
the things lying here all these /ears!
And that powder everywhere! !♦’«
sign of moth. If I’m not careful, I’ll
stumble over the family plate—it
seems to be about the only thing want-
ing.”
He thought a moment, then went
quickly into the library and began to
ransack the trunk. At length he found
a small box containing keepsakes of
various kinds. He poured the medley
on to the table—an uncut moonstone,
an amethyst-topped pencil that one of
his tutors had given him as a boy, a
tiger’s claw, a compass and what-not.
Among them was a man’s seal-ring
with a crest cut in a cornelian. He
looked at it closely. It was the same
device.
I The ring had been his father’s.
Just when or how It had come into
his possession he could never remem-
^her. It had lain among these keep-
sakes so many years that he had al-
most forgotten its existence. He had
never worn a ring, but now, aa he
Bpent back to the hall, he slipped tt
on his finger. The motto below the
crest was worn away, hut It showed
dear in the marble of the hall-mantle:
I clinge.
His eyes turned from the carven
words and strayed to the pleasant son-
ny foliage outside. An arrogant boast,
rhaps, yet in the event well justl-
. Valiants had held that selfsame
e when the encircling forests had
with war-whoop and biased with
re-fire. They had held on through
solution and Civil war. Good and
abiding and lawless, every gener-
ation had cleaved stubbornly to tta
acres. I clinge. His father had clang
through absence that seemed to have/
-'been almost exile, and now he, the last
Valiant, has come to make good the
boast ,
| His gase wavered. The tall of his
aye had caught through the window a
spurt of something dashing and vivid,
teat grazed the corner of a far-off
field. He craned his neck, bat it had
passed the line of his vision. The
next moment, however, there came
trailing on Nthe satiny, stillness* the
high-keyed ululation of a horn, and'an
instant later ft long-drawn hallo-o-o!
mixed with a pattering chorus of
yelps.
He wait dose, end leaning from the
•haded his eyes with his hand,
noise swelled and rounded In vol-
was nearing rapidly. As he
looked the hunt dashed Into foil view
between the trewftolee-Hi galloping
nadee of kha}d and scarlet, swarming
acaon the freeh green of a wheat-
field. behind a spotted swial of hounds.
“Confound It!** said John Valiant
no we
Sin. Shai
The note
belligerently; “they’re on 4y lend!**
They were near enough n°w for him
to hear the voices of the men, calHng
encouragement to the dogs, and to see
the white ribbons of foam across the
flanks of the laboring horses. One
scarletcoated feminine rider, detached
from the bunch, had spurred In ad-
vance and was leading by a dean hun-
dred yards, bareheaded»her hat fallen
hack to the limit of Its ribbon knotted
under her chin, and her waving hair
gleaming like tarnished gold.
“How she rides!” muttered the soli-
tary Watcher. “Cross-saddle, of course,
—the sensible little sport! She’ll
never in the world do that wall!—Yes,
by George!” John Valiant’s admira-
tion turned to delight. “Why,” he
eeld, “It’s the Lady-of-the-Roses!”
He put his hands on the sill and
vaulted to the porch.
CHAPTER XI.
8a actuary.
The tawny scudding streak that led
that long chase had shot into the yard,
turning forlast desperate double.
in the foreground and
onized little wild heart
ed for life gave way.
It saw tta
Its bound
that so
i
With a final effort, it gained the porch
and crouched down in Its corner, an
abisot, sweated, hunted morsel, at
hopeless bay. f
Like a flash, Valiant stooped, canght
the shivering thing by the scruff, and
as its snapping jaws grazed his thumb,
dropped it through the open window
behind him: “Sanctuary!” quoth he,
and ^banged the shutter to.
At the same instant, as the place
overflowed with a pandemonium of
nosing leaping hounds, he saw * the
golden chestnut reined sharply down
among the ragged box-rows, with a
shamefaced though brazen kqowle^ge
that the girl who rode It had seen.
She sat moveless, her head high,
one hand on the hunter's foam-flecked
neck, and their glances met like
crossed swords. The look stirred
something vague and deep within him,
Foif an unforgettable instant their
eyes held each other, in a gaze rigid,
challenging, almost defiant; then it
broke had she turned to the rest of
the party Spurring in a galloping zig-
zag: a genial-faced man of middle age
in khaki who sat his horse like a
cavalryman, a younger one with a
reckless dark face and straight black
hair, and following these a half-dozen
youthful riders of both sexes, one of
the lads heavily plastered with mud
from a wet cropper, and the girlt
chiefly gasps usd giggles.
The eldeV of the two men palled up
beside the leader, his astonished eyes
sweeping the, house-front with its
open bUnds, the wisp of smoke curling
from the kitchen chimney. He said
something to her, and she nodded.
The younger man, meanwhile, had
flung hisnself from his horse, a wild-
eyed roan, and with his arm thrust
through its bridle, strode v forward
among the welter of hounds, where
they scurried at fault hither and
thither, yelping and eager.
“What rotten luck!” he ernlslmrd
“Gone to ground after twelve mileal
After hjm, Tawny! You mongrels!
Do you imagine he’s up a tree? After
him, Bulger! Bring him here!”
Be glanced up, and for the first time
saw the figure in tweeds looking on.
Valiant was attracted by hie-face, its
-dash and generosity overlying Its in-
herent profligacy had weakness . Dark
as the girl was light his matures had
the name delicate
breeding. notyUty
(Conducted by the National Woman’s
Christian Temperance Union.)
OPENED HI8 EYES.
A young man entered the barroom
of g. village tavern and called for a
drink. ‘ v
“No,” said the landlord. “Yon have
had too much already. You have had
delirium tremens once, and 1 cannot
sell you any more.”
He stepped aside for two young
men who entered, and the landlord
waited upon them very politely' The
other stood silent and sullen. When
they had finished, he walked up to the.
landlord and addressed him aa fol-
lows:
“Six yean ago, at their age, I stood
where these young men are. I Was a
man with fair prospects. Now, at the
age of twenty-eight, I am a wreck,
body and mind. You led me to drink.
In this room I formed the habit that
has been my ruin. Now sell me a few
glasses, and your work will be done.
I shall soon be out of the way; there
is no hope for me. They can be saved;
they may be men again. Sell i| tp me,
and let me die, and the woiW will he
rid of me; but for beaven’sfsake eeH
no more to them.”
The landlord listened, pale and trem-
bling. Setting down his decanter, be
exclaimed: “God helping met, that
the last drop I will sell to anyone.”
And he kept his word. v
chiseling, the to-
gyrations. He s’SLi a moment
and the somewhat supercilious look
traveled over the gazer, from dusty
boots to waving brows hair.
“Oh!** ho sold. His view slowly
took to the evidencee of occupation.
"The house In open, 1 sen. Going to
got it fit for occupancy, 1 presume?”
“Yes.”-
The other turned. “Well, Judge
Chalmers, what do yds think of that?
The unexpected has happened at last”
He lohked at the porch. “Who’s to
occupy ttf*
“The owner."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Worth Knowing.
Suppose a man leaven New York ns
noon on n given date and travels west-
ward at such a rate of speed that the
sun will always be directly overhead.
After making a circle of the globe he
win reach the starting point in New
York just 24 hours after he left it
The question presenting Itself Is, at
which one of his different stopping
places while making the circuit of
the globe in 24 hours, carrying noon
with him to every station, waa he
first informed that it wsa noon of ths
following day. As he crossed the me-
ridian of 180 degrees east, or west, of
Greenwich the day would change. His
nrst stop after crossing the meridian
would be Yokohama, perhaps; there
he would learn that it was the next
day.
SHOWED INSTINCT OF SWANS
Birds Had Learned the Trick of Ring-
ing a Beil to Get Their Supply
of Food.
During a recent visit to the cathed-
ral city of Wells, in Somersetshire, a
Scotsman correspondent was witness
of a curious incident. The Episcopal
palace is surrounded, just as in olden
times, by a wall and a moat, the haunt
of swans, ducks, and other aquatic
birds. The moat is crossed at the en-
trance to the palace grounds by a
drawbridge with a battlemented gate-
way with towers, in one of which is
the gatekeeper’s lodge. From a
bracket fixed in the wall of one of
these towers overlooking the moat a
hell Is suspended, with a cord at-
tached.
One afternoon about five o’clock,
while watcb’ng the movements of the
various bird* in the water? the corre-
spondent heard the ringing cf a hell,
and, on looking to see whence the
sound came, he observed that one of
the swans was vigorously polling the
cord evidently to attract attention. As
»o immediate notice was taken of its!
efforts, the impatient bird continued
to riflg the hell violently until there
appeared at the window of the tower
the wife of the gatekeeper, who threw
out a quantity of food to the expectant
waterfowl.
On making inquiries as to the origin
of this interesting episode, the corre-
spondent was told that a number of
years ago a daughter of the bishop of
Wells, being much” Interested In the
birds Inhabiting the moat, taught the
swans to ring the bell at feeding-time,
at five o’clock In the afternoon. This
ractice has been continued by succes-
ive families of swans down to ths
present day, and It would seem, there-
fore, as if the birds transmitted to
their offspring the knowledge that
when the cord was pulled the bell
would ring and that food would follow.
A POTENT RACE POISON.
Scientists are agreed that alcohol
is a potent race poison; It poisons the
whole system, notably ths reproduc-
tive organa and protoplasm. There-
fore we cannot have drtektlig without
race-degeneration. If parents abstain
their children are healthy, hqt if, later
on, the parents take to drinking, the
children are agisted mentally and
pfcystoaHy. Plate underateod this
when he depreireted drink tar nursing
mothers. It in extreme, eases, alcohol
Is An extrema poison, moderate drink-
tog. Is moderate poiaotlag. The medi-
cal'profession contains pro-afcobolists
and anu-alcohelists; hut the policy
of facing both ways 4s weak, and be-
fore long, presumably, all medical men
will bs anti-elcohoiiets. Let them
prbach foe gospel that than Is NO
USB BOR ALCOHOL IN HUMAN
LlfBL Abstinence tends to true pa-
triotism, and the state ought to do
preventive work aa well- as curative.
—Dr. V. Rutherford. Zion College,
London.
CHOOSE YOUR BRiOGC.
fallen from Moderation bridge.
if there were no drunkards
on earth today aad moderate drinking
* should continue, there would be plenty
of them tomorrow. Look once more
at the pros—ston headed by half a
million drunkards dropping Into tee
tide, a million moderate drinkers, two
million of occasional.' feahlona^le
drinkers, and behind them all tee
boys and young men of our land—nsd
then, as yoe shall face tee record to
eternity, I oafi on you to choose, as a
brother of humanity, <m patriot a
Christian, en which bridge you will
cross —Frances & Willard.
WHY HE QUIT DRINKING.
Indianapolis newspapers tell the
story of why a certain attorney sud-
denly quit drinking. With great lib-
erality he patronised one saloonkeeper
for a number of years. Recently the
saloon man bought a house sad lot
and had another lawyer examine the
abstract for him. The steady patron
resented this and wanted to know why
the saloonkeeper turned away from
his own customer to give business to
a who never patronizes his or
any other saloon. “When I have busi-
ness for an attorney,” said the saloon-
keeper, “I want it done by a sober
lawyer.” This is why the attorney
has quit drinking.
I
NOT TO BE TRUSTED.
A man under the influence of even
small quantities of alcohol has no
right to believe his senses; he cannot
trust them to give him correct facte,
and he cannot rely on his judgment
for the interpretation of these facts.—
Prof. G. Sims Wood head, M. D.f Uni-
versity of Cambridge. Eng.
Her Discovery.
“Oh, George, I’ve got splendid news
tor you.” / /
“That so?”
“Yes, something that will save you
a lot of money.”
“What Is Itr
“I’ve discovered that your last win-
ter’s overcoat will do agate this rear ’
HOW BREWERS MAKE MONEY,
Hon. Frank S. Regan. In an address,
“The Fool Tax Payers.” delivered la
Ottawa, 111., recently made the state-
ment that
furnished him
waukee brewery, the actual cost of
making a barrel of beer which retails
for about 828.00 Is hut 72 cents, and
that the cost of producing a gallon of
whisky which retails for $4, is hut 25
cents.
• ■■■■■ ■■ u seiw m%sa
according /to information
im by a chemist in a MU-
DON*T WANT SALOONS.
It is reported by tee Grand Forks
(N, D.) Herald that James J. H1U has
decided to move the division head-
quarters of the Great Northern rail-
way from Garretson. S. D., to Jasper.
Minn., unless | the former town votes
out its saloon.
ALCOHOL IS BARRED.
Sir Edward Shackleton. who Is
preparing to U
to the Antarctic, says that the pert?
will tabs with them no stimulants ex-
cept tea and
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