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THE PEARSALL*LEADER, PEARSALL, TEXAS
VALIANTS I'AlIXilNIA
LUC ERMINIE RIVES
JSTRATION5 LAUREN STOUT
(y <'n/P'y'/?tCA*T /3Y £?/?/?//£ C'nsrjeiav'v'
CATS MORE SKILLED
THAN AVERAGE DOG!
• *i u began with | thought that Shirley was suffering,
too. It seemed incredible that he
should now be raging along a country
road at nightfall to find something
that so horribly hurt them both.
It was almost dark—save for the
starlight—when he saw the shadow of
the square ivy-grown spire rearing
stark from its huddle of - foliage
against the blurred background. He
pushed open the gate and went slowly
up the worn path toward the great
iron-bound and hooded door. Under
the larches on either hand the outlines
of the gravestones loomed pallidly,
and from the bell tower came the faint
inquiring cry of a small owl. Valiant
stood looking about him. What could
he learn here? He read no answer to
the riddle. A little to one side of the
path something showed snow-like on
the ground, and he went toward it.
Nearer, he saw7 that it was a mass of
flowers, staring up whitely from the
sight—nor the day we
.amblers. (Do you know,
r iittle muddy boot went
down the earth about their
anted to etdjop down and
So dear everything about
Not that evening at Rose-
the arbor fragrance about
I shall always picture you
ail about you. Red roses
- your lips!) No, It was not
began—nor that dreadful
ou fought with me to save
>r the morning you sat your
he box-rows in that yew-
M at made your hair look
. copper. No. it began the
eon, when I sat in my mo-
our rose in my hand! It
Nf* me since, by day or by
a yet there are people In
airships and honking high-
pewriters who think love-
e as out-of-date as our
’mothers’ hoops rusting in
Ah, sweetheart, I, for one.
' had not come to Vir-
"o\(n you! My heart
■ I think of it. It makes
in ate. Here at the Court
old leaf-calendar—it sits
- now% just as I came on it.
shows is May 14th, and
is; Every man carries his
a riband about his neck.’
f Sunday at St. Andrew’s,
a day—may it be soon!—
and I might stand before
with your people (my
now) around us, and I
you say; 'I, Shirley, take
And to think it is really
Do you remember the
•'r {-reached from? It was
i erceive that they have
■ their faces shine as
' tigels.’ I think I shall
henceforth with my face
■ at all men will see that
- our love for me, dear.
happy I can hardly see the
naps it is that the sun
a tending this p^er by
Send me back just
him, sweetheart, to say I
0 you tonight. And add
h - - rt word# I am so thirsty
and over—one verb be-
ronouns—so that I can
'll at once!”
- head, a little flushed
brilliant, lighted a
letter with the ring
Akpatehed it.
. Jffe sat looking into the
watching the pale
constellations deepen to
- the lapis-lazuli of
1 mtening to the insect
into the woven chorus
ncle Jefferson was long
and he gretv impatient
henan to prowl through the
rs like a leopard, then
porch and finally to the
< at every turn for
r slouching step,
length the old negro ap-
u took the * m)te he
- aeart beating rjapidly,
hastily In to the candle-
* not open it at once, but
; minute pressing:it be-
‘ rag a8 though to extract
•Tea ? paper the beloved
ch. HiS hand shook
he drew the folded leaves
Nope. How wouid it be-
night of the Crimson
egr Gardener?” (She had
ixicner the day they had
g) or perhaps even
would not be,long,
Yes” or “Coilrie to me,”
t even the shortest missive
m ng and its ending.
e stared unbeliev-
■he paper crackled to a
m-d hand, and he made
v hich was half cry,
1/ still, his whole face
nat he crushed in his
• note of tender love-
:ss -n abrupt dismissal.
-ring contretemps struck
r h;s face and left every
n quivering. To be “noth-
- could be nothing ta
n vluistly inclination to:
brows frowning heav-'
1 out the crumpled paper
* It with bitter slowness,
’ r« h phrase. “Something
had learned since she last
’h lay between them.”
known it, then, last night,
uui kissed beside the sun-
7 <d loved him then! What
H i' thrust them irrev-
sopping to think of the
hat the friendly doors of
i d be Closed, he caught
■ d went swiftly down the
road, along which he
cf>thlt ssly. he blue star-
vhh now streaked with
f: d-' d orchids, and the
hr uneven ground under
i feet made him giddy.
- d n apd burlyrburly of his
- v. as conscious of dirnly-
ipcs across fences, the
f owe. and a negro pe-
In passing,
w ith . tine
He Bent Over, Suddenly Noting the
Scent; It Was Cape Jessamine.
semi-obscurity from within an iron
railing. He bent over, suddenly noting
the scent; It was cape jeesamine.
With the curious sensation of almost
prescience plucking at him, he took a
box of vestas from his pocket and
struck one. It flared up illuminating
a flat granite slab In which was cut
a name and inscription:
EDWARD SASSOON.
“Forgive us our trespasses.”
The silence seemed to crash to earth
like a great looking-glass and shiver
into a million pieces. The wax dropped
from his fingers and in the superven-
ing darkness a numb fright gripped
him by the throat. Shirley had laid
these there, on the grave of the man
his father had killed—the cape jessa-
mines she had wanted that day, for
her mother! He understood.
It came to him at last that there
was a chill mist groping among the
trees and that he was very cold.
He went back along the Red Road
umblingly. Was* this to be the end
or the dream, which he had fancied
would last forever? Could it be that
she was not for him? Was it no hoary
lie that the sins of the fathers were
visited upon the third and fourth gen-
eration?
When he re-entered the library the
candle was guttering in the burned
wings of a night-moth. The place
looked all at once gaunt and desolate
and despoiled. What could Virginia,
what could Damory Court, be to him
without her? The wrinkled note lay
on the desk and he bent suddenly with
a sharp catching breath and kissed it.
There welled over him a wave of
r bellious longing. The candle spread
to a hazy yellow7 blur. The walls fell
away. He 6tood under the moonlight,
with hi*? arms about her, his lips on
hers and his heart beating to the
sound of the violins behind them.
He laughed—a harsh wild laugh that
rang through the gloomy room. Then
i threw himself ou the couch and
buried his face in his hands. He was
still lying there when the misty rain-
wet dawn came through the shutters.
him. (Greenville Female Seminary
Simms, if you slap that little nigger
again, I'll slap you!)”
Greenie rolled over on the grass and
tittered. “Miss Mattie Sue didnV' she
said. "Ah heah huh say de yuddah
day et wuz er moughty good feelin’
ter go ter baid Mlstis en git up Mars-
tata!”
“Well,” said Cozy, tossing her head
till the flower earrings danced, ‘Tm
going to get married if the man hasn’t
got anything but a character and a
red mustache. Married women don't
have to prove they could have got
a husband if they had wanted to.”
“Let’s play something,” proposed
Rosebud Meredith, on whom the dis-
cussion palled. “Let’s play King,-
Klng Katiko.”
“It’s Sunday!”—this from her small-
er and more righteous sister. “WeTe
forbidden to play anything but Bible
games on Sunday, and if Rosebud
does, I’ll tell.”
“Jay-bird tattle-tale!” sang Rosebud
derisively. “Don’t care If you do!”
“Well,” decreed Itickey. “We’ll play
Sunday school theiji. It would take a
saint to object to that. I’m superin-
tendent and this stump’s my desk. All
you children sit down under that tree.”
They ranged themselves in two
l-ows, the white children, in clean Sab-
bath pinafores and go-to-meeting
knickerbockers, Jn front and the col-
ored ones, in ginghams and cotton-
prints, in the rear—the habitual ex-
pression of a differing social station.
“Oh!” shrieked Miss Cabell, “and I’ll
be Mrs. Merryweather Maeon and
teach the infants’ class.”
“There isn’t any infant class,” said
Rickey. “How could there be when
there aren’t any infants? The lesson
is over and I’ve just rung the bell for
silence. Children, this Is Missionary
Sunday, and I’m glad to see so many
happy facee here today*. Cozy,” she
said relenting, "you can be the organ-
ist if you want to.”
“I won't,” said Cozy sullenly^ “If I
can’t be table-cloth I won’t be dish-
rag.”
"All right, you needn’t," retorted
Rickey freezingly. “Sit up, Greenie.
People don't lie on their backs in
Sunday-school.”
Greenie yawned dismally, and right-
ed herself with injured slowness. “Ab
diffuses ter ’cep’ yo’ insult, Rickey
Snydah.” she said. "Ah’d ruthah lose
mah ligion dan mah laz’nese. En Ah
’spises yo' spissable disslsltlon! ”
“Let us all rise,” continued Rickey,
unmoved, “and sing ‘Kingdom Com-
ing.’ ” And she struck up lustily,
beating time on the stump with a.
stick, and the rows of children joined
in with unction, the colored contingent
coming out strong on the chorus:
De yerf shall be full ob de wunduhful
story
As watahs dat covah de sea!
The clear voices in the quiet air
startled the fluttering birds and sent
a squirrel to the tip-top of an oak,
from which he looked down, flirting
his brush.-"'They roused a man, too,
who had lain In a sodden sleep under
a bush at a little distance. He was
ragged and soiled and his heavy bru-
tal face, covered with a dark stubble
of some days’ growth, had an ugly
scar slanting back from cheek to hair.
Without getting up, he rolled over to
command a better view, and set his
eyes, blinking from their slumber, on
the children.
“We will now take up the collec-
tion," said Rickey. (“You can do it,
June. Use a flat piece of bark.) Re-
member that what we give today is
for the poor heathen in—in Alabama.”
The bark-slab made its rounds, re-
ceiving leaves, acorns, and an occa-
sional pin. Midway, however, there
arose a shrill shriek from the bearer
and the collection was scattered broad-
cast. “Rosebud Meredith,” said Rick-
ey witheringly, “it would serve you
right for putting that toad in the plate
if your hand would get all over warts!
I’m sure I hope it will.” She rescued
the fallen piece of bark and an-
nounced: “The collection this after-
noon has amounted to a hundred dol-
lars and seven cents. And now, chil-
dren, we will skip the catechism and
I will tell you a story.”
Her auditors hunched themselves
nearer, a double row of attentive white
and black faces, as Rickey with a pre-
liminary bass cough, began in-a drawl-
ing tone whose mimicry called forth
giggles of esetasy.
“There were once two little sisters
who went to Sunday-school and loved
their teacher ve-e-ery much. They
were always good and attentive—not
like that little nigger over there! The
one with his thumb in his mouth! One
was little Mary and the other was
little Susy. They had a mighty rich
uncle who lived In Richmond, and
once he came to see them and gave
them each a dollar. And they were
ve-e-ery glad. It wasn’t a mean old
paper dollar, all dirt apd creases; nor
a battered whitey silver dollar; but
It was a bright round gold dollar, right
out of the mint. Little Mary and little
Susy could hardly sleep that night for
thinking of what they could buy with
those gold dollars.
“Early next morning they went
down-town, hand in hand, to the store,
and little Susy bought a bag of goober-
peae. and sticks and sticks of striped
candy, and a limber jack, and a gold
ring, and a wax doll with a silk dress
on that could open and shut its eyes—”
“Huh!” said the captious Cozy.
“You can’t buy a wax doll for a dollar.
My littlest, littlest one cost three, and
she didn’t have a stitch to her hack!”
“Shut up!” said Richey briefly.
“Dolls were cheaper then." She looked
at the row of little negroes, goggle-
eyed at the vision of such largess.
“What do you think little Mary did
with her gold dollar? She loved dolls
and candy, too, but she had heard
about the poo-op-r heathen. There was
a tear in her eye, but she took the dol-
lar home, and next day when she went
to Sunday-school, she dropped it in
the missionary-box.
“Little children, what do you reckon
became of that dollar? It bought a
big satchelful of tracts for a mission-
ary. He had been a poor man with
six children and a wife with a bone-
felon on her right hand—not a child
old enough to wash dishes and all of
them young enough to fall in the fire—
so he had to go and be a missionary.
He was going to Alabam—to a canni-
bal island, and he took the tracts and
sailed away in a ship that landed him
on the shore. And when the heathen
cannibals saw him they were ve-e-ery
glad, 'for there hadn’t been any ship-
wrecked sailors for a long time, and
they were ve-e-ery hungry. So they
tied up the missionary and gathered
a lot of wood to make a fire and cook
him.
“But is had rained and rained and
rrined for so long that the wood was
a 1 wet, and it wouldn’t burn, and they
at! cried because they were so hungry.
And then they happened to find the
satchelful of tracts, and the tracts
were ve-e-ery dry. They took them
and 6tuck them under the wet wood,
and the tracts burned and the wood
caught fire and they cooked the mis-
sionary and ate him.
“Now, little children, which do you
think did the most good with her dol-
lar—little Susy or little Mary?”
The front row sniggered, and a sigh
came from the colored ranks. “Dem
ar’ can’bals,” gasped a dusky infant
breathlessly. “—dey done eat up all
dat candy and dem goober-peas, too?”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Man Trains Felines to Hunt—*
They Trail Rabbits and Coons,
and Tree Squirrels.
Sturgis, Miss.—Two of the most re^
markable cats noted for their keen!
instincts and wonderful sagacity ar#
the property of Capt T. G. Nimmo*
who resides near this town. It 1#
doubtful whether there call be found!
in any other portion of the United!
States, cats that can duplicate th#
hunting proclivities of these two ani-
mals.
Captain Nimmo lives with his daugh-
ter on a small farm. He is a Confederates
veteran of seventy-five, and despite
his advanced age is as nimble as a
man of 40.
About three years ago he conceived
the Idea that he could put the cata
to some benefit and he trained them
to hunt. At first, the task seemed
arduous for the old man, but persist-
Get It By the Neck and Hold On.
t , #
ent efforts on hie part soon overcame
all difficulties and In a short time
he was rewarded by the cate doing
his bidding. Today they are lover*
of the sport, and in fact are better
hunters than the average canine.
They trail rabbits, coons, ’possums,
tree squirrels and set birds. When Cap-
tain Nimmo takes his trusty old war
musket frpm the rack, the cats jump
on him, display their Joy in various
Ways and follow him to the woo da
People for miles around the vicinity
come in every day to witness the won
derfnl intelligence of these felines.
“The cats,” said Captafin Nimmo.
"will follow by my side for miles. When
they see a rabbit, they, will squat
down close to the ground, and wag
their tails from side to side until 1
•hoot—then in a flash they dash for
the rabbit, seldom failing to get it by
the neck and holding It until I get
to them. Should a rabbit or any
other animal happen to get wounded,
the cats will take the scent like a dog,
only they are more skilled than the
average dog. As soon ss they see the
gun in my hand they scamper with
delight. Woe betide the dog that
comes in their path.”
dd<
CHAPTER XXIX.
The Coming of Greef King. *
It was Sunday afternoon, and under
.. e hemlocks, Rickey Snyder had gath-
ered her minions—a dozen children
rom the near-by hoiises with the
!>ual sprinkling of little blacks from
the kitchens. There were parents, of
‘■ourse, to whom this mingling of color
and degree was a matter of conven-
tional prohibition, but since the ad-
vent of Rickey, in whose soul lay a
Napoleonic instinct of leadership, this
was more honored in the breach than
in the observance. * !
“My! Ain’t it scrumptious here j
now!” said Cozy Cabell, hanging yel-
low lady-slippers over her ears. ”1
vish we could play here always.”
Mr. Valiant will let us,” said Rick-
ey. “1 asked him.”
“Oh. he will,” responded Cozy gloom-
!y, ‘ but he'll probably go and marry
somebody who'll be mean about it."
Everybody doesn’t get married,”
- id one of the Byloe twins, with mas-
cuJine assurance. “Maybe he won’t.”
"Much a boy knows about It!” re-
sorted Cozy scornfully. “Women have
to. and some one of them will make i
QUESTION RIGHT TO SWORD
Historic Relic Now in Possession of
University of Pennsylvania Has
Evoked Discussion.
The gold sword that Louis XVI pre-
sented to John Paul Jones in recogni-
tion of the fight he made with the Bon
Homme Richard against the Serapis
has been presented to the University
of Pennsylvania by Edward C. Dale,
son of the late Richard C. Dale, a for-
mer president of the Society of Cincin-
nati. The sword has been in the pos-
session of the Dale family for more
than a century.
This is the sword which Charles
Henry Hart, a local historian, de-
clares now should be in possession
of Admiral Dewey. It had been gen-
erally accepted that the sword passed
by will of Commodore Jones to Com-
modore Dale, a forbear of Richard C.
Dale. Mr. Hart denied this. He de-
clares that the ewoyd was in posses-
sion of John Paul Jones when he died
In Paris, in 1792, and that Jane Tay-
lor of Dumfries, Scotland, a sister of
Jones, went to Paris and took posses-
sion of everything left by the sea
fighter. Later the sword was sent to
Robert Morris.
According to Mr. Hart Mr. Morris
later presented the sword to Com-
modore John Barry, senior officer of
the American navy in 1795, but that
the presentation was only a life
legacy, and that it should have been
handed down to Barry’s successor as
senior officer, eventually reaching the
possession of Admiral Dewey.—Phila-
delphia Press.
Bird Man Has Arrived.
On the day after Christmas a Rus-
sian aviator at St. Petersburg flew a
new machine of his own making for
hours, carrying ten passengers in addi-
tion to a heavy load of ballast. This
establishes the aeroplane as a sure
adjunct of modern transportation, in-
cluding passengers and freight. A
few days before this even we heard
of the successful use of the flying ma-
chine by the French army operating
in Morocco, which puts this new mode
of warfare among the arms of military
operations of our day, and hereafter
when we use the expression “all
arms” we shall hate to Include the
flying machine
FIFTEEN' WHALES CHASE TUG
They Were Dark Green, and They
Played Leap Frog, tha
Crew 8ald.
New York.—Excitement was caused
the other day among the ancient mar-
iners who line the Battery sea wait
and talk of stiff sou'wester* off Cap#
Horn, by the arrival of the stanch)
seagoing tug Lamont with * yam
about being chased into Sandy Hook)
by a school of dark green whales^
some of which were over 100 feefc
long, the truthful crew affirmed.
Capt. Thomas Keys said that tha
whales were playing leap frog around
the Lamont and came so close th®*;
he was afraid they would bump*
against the Lamont’s sides and cap*
size her. ‘ 1
The leader of the school, which. ;
numbered 15, according to the crew,
was a big green and white whale!
with a cast in his starboard eye which*
caused him to carry port helm and!
when he sounded with his tail a col-
umn of water went up higher than
the tug’s funnel and pat the galley*
fire out.
Near him was a cow whale with
her calf so close that the cook said
he tickled the little one’s tail with a
whisk broom. Bill Quigley, the Bat-
tery boatman, asked the oook if he
was sure it was not a school of sea
serpents that surrounded the La-
mont, to which the Indignant crew
replied in a body.that they bad all
been on the water wagon since New?
Year's day.
A Pig a Peti
Philadelphia.—If you mast have a
pet get a pig. Dr. D. T. Quigley of
North Platte, Neb., says they're health*
ler than any other peta
Perfume for President,
Paris—Sixty dollars wss the coat
of eau de cologne used by the city
council of Toulouse te preparing far a
visit from President Poiaealre.
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