The Pearsall Leader. (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 20, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 13, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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The Pearsall Leader.;
HOUSTON NEELEY, Ed. and Prop’r
PEARSALL, : : TEXAS.
Summer Reading.
A young professor of mathematics,
who played a good game of tennis and
was a hearty outdoor companion, used
to amuse his fellow vacationists by
spending the time between games and
fishing trips lying at ease, with a Ger-
man work on calculus, or some other
subject in the misty altitudes of sci-
-ence. He enjoyed his summer read-
ing fully, and looked forward to his va-
-cation feasts of leisurely study. What
'One likes to read is the best summer
reading, and as every class of book is
liked by somebody, the consumption
of the world's literature probably does
not vary much in kind front January
to December. There are nd literary
flannels to put away and replace with
literary gauze. No one, declares the
Youths’ Companion, has yet invented a
type of novel that comes in with as-
paragus and goes out with green corn.
Summer reading is a superstition of
the comic papers and the publishers
who iniagine the entire world of vaca-
tionists lolling in hammocks, drinking
lemonade and perusing “Dainty Dia-
logues” or “The Exciting Adventure
of Captain Montresol, Sometime Offi-
cer of the Pink Hussars.” But if you
look over Tom’s shoulder after a day
In the hay-field, the chances are that
you will find him reading a book
which he began in midwinter, and did
not have time to finish. Grandmother
Is probably going slowly through
“Adam Bede” for the nineteenth time,
and Mary’s book is “Boy Travelers on
the Congo.” “Pudd’n’head Wilson”
says that October is one of the pecu-
liarly dangerous months in which to
speculate in stocks; “the others are
July, January, September, April, No-
vember, May, March, June, December,
August and February.” By the same
token, a peculiarly interesting book to
read in August is one which Is not
dull in any other month.
Nutriment in the Oycter.
The general belief that the oyster is
a very nutritious article of food does
not rest upon any scientific basis.
The oyster, as a food, could not fully
satisfy the .demands of the human
body. While the oyster—when not
stewed—is very palatable, wholesome,
and easily assimiliated by weak or im-
paired stomachs, it cannot be contend-
ed that it contains such elements of
nutrition as may be found in beans,
rice, or potatoes*. There is very little,
If any, fat-making or muscle-building
material in the oyster. Its composition
Is largely nitrogenous and, being rich
In phosphates, it is generally regarded
as an excellent food,for the brain; but
n man reduced to an exclusive diet of
oysters would soon find himself defi-
cient in adipose tissue and in those
elements that go to make up physical
force and vitality in the human body.
The conference of governors to con-
sider the preservation of the national
resources has already brought forth
fruit. The governors suggested that
the president appoint a national con-
servation committee to advise him and
to co-operate with similar bodies in
the states. Acting on this suggestion,
Mr. Roosevelt has reappointed his
-commission on inland waterways, with
some new members to fill vacancies.
He has also constituted commissions
«on forests, on lands and on minerals,
and an executive committee to har-
monize the work of all four bodies.
Now we may expect to see the growth
-of the sentiment that the minerals,
lands, forests and waters of the coun-
try are national wealth, in the conser-
vation of which the whole nation has
an interest, whether they belong to
private citizens or not. It is that sort
•of sentiment which will be a guaran-
tee against want and barrenness in
the distant future.
The spread of prohibition had not
made itself manifest as late as the end
of last year, in a reduction of the na-
tive drink bill, according to figures
presented by the American Grocer. It
calculates an expenditure for the year
of $843,333,800 on beer. $504,794,400
on distilled spirits, and $118,456,000 on
wines, or a total for alcoholic bever-
ages of about $1,466,584,000, compared
with $1,450,855,400 in 1906. The con-
sumption per capita of distilled spirits
increased from 1.52 gallons in 1906 to
1.63 in 1907, while the per capita con-
sumption of beer increased 1.04 gal-
lons and of wines 0.12 gallons. The
use of tea shows a declining tendency,
while the opposite is true for coffee
and cocoa.
There is good stock in that new boy
of King Alfonso's if he can grow to
full-sized manhood with such a name
as Jaime Luipold Isabelino Enrique
Alejandro Alberto Alfonso Victor
Acuncion Pedro Pablo Maria bearing
Its whole weight upon him.
In a duel fought recently in St. Pe-
tersburg one of the combatants was
killed. This shows how far Russia
really is from modern civilization,
which considers it very bad form for a
duelist to kill an opponent
SYNOPSIS,
The story opens during a trip of the
“Overland Mail” through the Rocky
mountains. ‘‘Uncle Billy” Dodge, stage
driver. Alfred Vincent, a young man. and
Phineas Cadwallader, introduced. They
come across the remains of a massacre.
Later at Anthony’s station they find the
redskins have carrie 1 their destructive
work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh-
ter of Anthony, keeper of r.:ation, is) in-
troduced. Anthony has been killed.
Vincent is assigned his work in unearth-
ing plans of enemies of railroad, being
built. Vincent visits town where railroau
men are working on the road and receives
token of esteem from Stella. The old
stage driver decides to work close to
town in crder that he may be able to
keep fatherly watch over the young
woman. She is engaged as a tutor for
Viola Bernard, daughter of hotel land-
ladv. Vincent visits society cir-’les of en-
emies of the Central Pacific railroad and
learns their secrets. He returns to Stella,
each showing signs of love for the other.
Phineas Cadwallader. pushing a railroad
opposing Central Pacific, reaches fnining
town. She writes to Alfred Vincent his
boast. Plying his attenions Cadwallader
insults her and she is rescued by Gideon,
her father’s servant. In turn he proposes
marriage, is rejected, leaves her declaring
he will return the sort of a man she will
love. Vincent “shows up” San Francisco
and Washoe road and is praised by gov-
ernor and heads of Central Pacific. Be-
ing k’-’own as agent of C. P. he decides
to retire to position of a brakeman for a
short time. Stella hears from her lover,
Gideon, and of his phenomenal success.
Finds letter of importance involving plans
of opposition road. ‘‘Uncle Billy” returns
in terrible suffering from long mountain
trip. Plot to destroy company’s ship
Flora is unearthed and incriminating evi-
dence against Cadwallader on charge of
wire tapping is also found, the letters
found bv Stella b«Mng deciphered by
Brakeman Alfred Vincent, who arrives
on scene. Impending disaster to Central
Pacific is averted by protecting the
Flora and sending the sliio laden with
Iron for railroad camp. Phineas Cad-
wallader faces prison on charge of wire
tapping and has interview’ w’ith Gov.
Stanford, sponsor for Central Pacific.
Phineas signs statement, promising that
he will enter the governor’s cause and
the latter tells him of. a perfect chain
of evidence connecting him with plot to
blow up “Flora.” Support of San Fran-
cisco and Washoe railroad is under-
mined by sale of a link to Central Pacific.
CHAPTER XIV.—Continued.
On the morning of the day of days
Gideon returned from his long ab-
sence. Stella knew nothing of his
wanderings save the little told in his
infrequent letters; and she was quite
unprepared for the Gideon who pre-
sented himself before her. The change
she saw in him was mysterious, al-
most uncanny. Something about him,
his clothes, his bow, his voice, an at-
mosphere she could neither define nor
understand, made her feel as if a char-
acter before unknown had stepped out
of a book to meet her. She was glad
there was no time for him, that she
could ple%4 the pressure of work for
the evening.
He had hardly gone when Yic Wah
poked his yellow face into grand-
ma’am’s room, where in spite of Au-
gust heat, four women were plying
hurrying needles in last preparations
for the evening.
“Charley Clocker, he come now plit-
ty soon.”
“Cut my shoestrings! Extras, Yic;
and hurry!” Sally B. rolled up her
work with one hand, smoothed her
hair with the other and was out of the
room before the cook’s reply w’as
finished.
“You callee me Yic Wah! Sabe?
All light. Extlas plenty gosh quick.
I damn hully,” he called after her as he
ambled to the kitchen, his words fol-
lowing her flying form to the office
door.
Standing in the open doorway Sally
B. began a voluble welcome to her dis-
tinguished guest while “he was yet a
great way oft,” her high words carry-
ing like arrows from a taut bowstring.
Not to the public wash basin and
all-serving roller towl, but to her fas
tidiously clean best room, kept for
such emergencies, Sally B. conducted
Mr. Crocker for “a wash-up ’n hair
brush.” Without actual need of the
ceremony, he was too tactful to de-
cline it, but used Sally B.’s home-
wrought conveniences wit’A an appre-
ciative thoroughness that brought
broad smiles to her face as she stood
by, serving him, and retailing well-
selected railroad gossip the while.
fed—three times a day, if work al-
lowed.
A quick transformation from dining
room to theater was followed soon by
the arrival of the audience from shop
and shack, from saloon, camp, distant
ranch—a human mosaic. Sally B.
made an effective speech of welcome
and explanation; and the ball began.
The flare and dip of candles twin-
kling in the greens; the twang of fid-
dle; the scrape of heavy boots in “bow
and swing;” the few well-mated
couples that whirled in the dizzying,
old-fashioned waltz, winning time from
the tired musicians because of their
grace and beauty—how fascinating it
all was! Stella had not before guessed
the possibilities of her little world.
“Deal yer dances fair, Stella,” Sally
B. whispered as she sailed by, herself
as popular as the light-footed Viola.
“Where women’s skurce, partiality
breeds fights,” she added a moment
later, when her partner seated her
near Stella. “An’ look out fur Gid.
He’s got up to kill, hain’t he? He’ll
be jealous, whether ye give him any
call or no.”
Stella but half listened to Sally B.’s
wise advice; her heart was out in the
wild with Alfred. She danced auto-
matically, and forgot the warning be-
cause Gideon was quickest at he* el-
bow.
“You know no one else can give you
as good a dance as I, Stella,” he
pleaded almost before another had
seated her. and bore her off in the
face of a dozen disappointed ones.
Ten o’clock! Half-past ten! Would
Alfred never come? Mr. Crocker came
down to look on, and Stella wished
desperately, unreasoningly, that he
needles and candj^ grease impartially
on silk and fustian.
All the evening Stella had looked
forward to the moment when she
might dance with Alfred. During the
programme Gideon had knocked at the
door of grandma’am’s room, then the
“green room,” to ask for coming
waltzes, and had gone away scowling
at Stella’s refusal.
Their brief players’ moment had
passed, when Alfred’s eyes had burned
into hers, revealing his own heart in
Romeo’s words.
Yet, now that it was over, it seemed
a dream, and Stella began to doubt,
to fear. No formal words could more
fully disclose them, one to the other;
still an intangible veil had dropped
between them. Alfred was withheld
from her; or did he withhold himself?
No matter what it was, this hour she
would claim. One dance! Once to feel
his arms about her, to fancy him her
very own—she would dare fate for
this; would borrow from the future
this one little bit of time, nor care
what usury she must pay.
As they neared Mr. Crocker stand-
ing by the office door the jam of
onlookers halted them. Some one ad-
dressed Stella and she did not hear
Mr. Crocker’s low request for an im-
mediate word with Alfred. He told
her of It as they walked slowly down
the room.
She saw an angry gleam in his eye,
saw his set, stern jaw; but he spoke
hardly a word. Stella almost felt that
his anger was for her. In vain she looked
for some tender glance, some whisper
vthat would explain. She could not
Iknow that Alfred was fighting one of
the few fierce battles of his life; that
he was almost ready to strike out
with his fist for possession of her, to
defy Mr. Crocker, business, all the
sane and safe and dutiful things of
life. But the wild moment passed,
and more than once on his way to the
door he looked back tender messages
to her.
The supper hour came; but she
would not go with Gideon upstairs,
where it was laid in the “corral,” fear-
ing that Alfred, in his first search for
her, would miss her. Neither would
she dance afterward, but sat out a
schottische, refusing all on a plea of
fatigue.
Gideon danced with no one but Stel-
la, and hung about her, entranced by
The dinner served to the superinten-
dent, seated apart in a corner of the
dining room, testified to Yic Wall’s '
fine understanding of the laconic or-
der, “extras.” The flag-draped, flr-
i trimmed walls, and a stage at the end
of the room, aroused Mr. Crocker’s cu-:
riosity; and Sally B.’s description of I
the show to be held there that night
“fur the benefit of Jim Sackett’s wid-
der” was so eloquent that Mr. Crocker
put in her hand the first five dollars
for “a reserved seat.” he said.
At six o’clock came a message from
Alfred to Stella. “My train is ordered
to the Front. You’ll have to postpone
the programme till I come. Set them
to dancing, and get Sally B. to ex-
plain. She’s hostess; it will come
properly from her. I’ll be there as
soon as possible. It will be after ten.”
The dispatch met Stella as she
went in to supper, early to night and
contrary to her custom.
Teamsters, trainmen, shopkeepers,
saloonmen, gamblers, employes of In-
gram, Finn & Gould’s Fast Freight
wagon train to leave in a day or so
for the desert, the three musicians
from Auburn, a traveling minister—
it was an odd companioning of brawn,
brain and guile there at supper under
the yellow kerosene lights in Sally
B.’s hotel. No table-talk served as a
sauce to meat; no ceremony graced
ths dally meal. Men did not eat. thev
had gone to bed. Was he only waiting
for Alfred? Would business chain
him? But surely Alfred would insist
on this one night—what little there
was left of it.
Ten-forty! A scared-looking boy
came in with a note for Sally B.
Stella, watching her as she read, saw
her face grow white, saw her whisper
to the boy and send him away. And
she noticed that Sally B. danced and
iaughed no more.
Alfred came at last, panting, a red
spot on his cheek, his lips dry, his
boots rock-scratched and his trousers
red with dust.
“No; no supper yet, there isn’t
time,” he said to Stella as she met and
questioned him in the hall. “Yes, I
walked the nine miles, all that I didn't
run.” He saw the quick sympathy
leap to her eye, but went on quickly.
“Make things ready while I change
and get my breath. You can begin
without me, can’t you?”
She nodded, flushed at the look lit
sent to her over his shoulder from the
stair and ran in to help Sally B. set
the programme in motion.
It was better than the usual ex-
perience of amateurs, for Alfred wa.
practised in such work and had driller
his mummers carefully. And the on-
lookers were so ready to be please,
that the flimsy house quaked with fre
auent Applause and rained pie«
her new beauty. When at last a
waltz was called love and anger joined
hands. “Just a few steps, Stella,” he
pleaded; “when Vincent comes I’ll
give way. Why doesn’t he come in
spite of Charley Crocker and claim
his dance like a man?”
“But he must, stay if Mr. Crocker
wishes,” she said, her lips defending,
her heart sore.
“Do you suppose 50 Charley Crock-
ers or railroad jobs would keep me
from a promise to you?” Gideon asked
vehemently.
Something in Stella’s passionate
heart responded for a moment to Gid-
eon’s lawless flame, though deep in
her soul she knew that she more hon-
ored Alfred’s devotion to duty.
“Anyway, I’d think you would be
ashamed to let him see so plainly that
you love him. Men don't care for girls
that fling themselves openly. They
despise ’em.”
Stung as by a lash, Stella rose, and
without a word stepped out on the
floor with Gideon. In any garb he was
a striking figure. To-night his fault-
less dress enhanced his Spanish grace
j.nd joy softened his dark, inscrutable
Lace. Since childhood the two had
danced together. Even in the grim
desert station Stella's father had often
yielded to their coaxing and tuned
their measures on his old violin.
31m saw Allred an Ur and pause sud-
denly in the doorway as Gideon
whirled- her on toward him. She
caught" the frank adoration in Alfred’s
eye as it rested on her and the gleam
of almost savage hostility as his gaze
shifted for an instant to Gideon. Her
heart leaped with quick relief. Gid-
eon did not know. Alfred did love
her, did not despise her, would—
“Take me to my seat! Hurry, Gid-
eon! I—”
The music stopped suddenly. Al-
fred was standing by Sally B., who
was speaking. An unusual, solemn
gentleness in her voice recalled Stella
to her surroundings. Mrs. Sackett
was dead! What did the. people wish
done with thq money so generously
given for her that night? Sally B.
paused an instant, then went on a lit-
tle unsteadily: “Will you have this
you’ve paid in here go fur the pore
woman’s debts, an’—an’—fur the bury-
in’?”
Assent was quiet but hearty. They
did not move at once. Each spoke a few
sympathetic words to his neighbor.
There xvas no more jollity. Admir-
ing young eyes, regretful in the face of
tragedy for the early close of their
rare festival, watched as a sacred rite
the unstringing and boxing of the in-
struments. Subdued, the people rose,
the less bashful to clasp Sally B.’s
hand in farewell, others wishing en-
viously for courage to do the same,
yet passing out without venturing the
conspicuous courtesy.
Soon all had stepped into the starry
night; and the house slipped from
merry-making to dreamland.
CHAPTER XV.
“’Tis But Thy Name That Is My
Enemy.”
Alfred did not leave the dining
room, but seated himself in the
screened niche that had hidden the
water cooler from the general gaze.
He wras glad to be out of the light,
even the mild light of sputtering can-
dles*. He wished to think, to live over
again some of the moments of the
night. But the bustle of belated dan-
cers and Sally B.’s hasty orders for his
supper annoyed him, till Stella’s voice
was added to the hubbub, and he
found himself straining to catch her
every word.
“It’s most ready, Stella,” he heard
Sally B. say as a soft step came
nearer. “Everybody’s gone, and—
look out fur yer silk trail! I’ve set a
table in among them greens where you
an’ him play-acted; but the screen’s
in front so’s nobody can see in the
winder.”
“How dear you are!” he heard Stel-
la reply.
“Huh! It’s Yic that’s dear. You bet
A1 Vincent’s the only feller Yic’d
make a kitchen fire for at three in the
mornin’. Yic’s stuck on Al; says he’s
all samee red button Chinaman.’ ”
Stella made a light movement be-
fore she spoke again. “Oh, what nice
things to eat, and linen napkins, hem-
stitched! And china! Where did you
find it all?”
“Oh, them’s some bits of high life
I’ve kep’ hid fur a spell. You kin
make the tea soon’s the water biles;
an’ take in the tray. I’m dead tired.
Goodnight.”
“Oh, Mrs. Sally, you’re going to
stay, too, aren’t you?”
“Lawsv! You don’t xvant me. An’
I want 40 winks ’fore sunup.”
Alfred blessed her understanding
heart.
“You’re so good to me,” Stella said,
and the swish of her silken skirt as
she crossed to Sally B. reached Al-
fred's eai.
“Shucks: Good for nuthin’! I ben
young myself oncet.”
An instance of silence followed, an
audible kiss and Sally B. tramped out
of the room by a side door, while
Stella descended to the kitchen.
Alfred was grateful for the still-
ness, glad that, for the moment, even
Stella was unaware of his nearness.
He would not speak till there was no
danger of interruption.
Yic Wah came in and put out all the
lights save the one in the screened
corner of the stage. Alfred heard him
leave the room and pass through the
kitchen, giving Stella an elaborate
good-night before he shut and locked
the outer door.
With the grating of the key and the
assurance of no further intruding, Al-
fred slipped from the actual, the sor-
did, into the love-land his Romeo’s
dress recalled. The darkness wras wel-
come. Not even yet would he call
Stella. For a moment he would dream.
No need of lamp or candle; the re-
splendence of his visions illumined
him. The song in his heart throbbed
melodiously on, it seemed for hours;
yet it was only minutes, and but a few,
when the rustle of skirts anJ a second
light appearing behind the screen
aroused him. The rustling went and
came again, and a faint tinkle of
china struck his ear. Then he heard
his name!
“Mr. Vincent!” softly; and after a
breath, hesitatingly, “Romeo.”
Alfred sprang out of his nook, but
did not speak. There she stood, above
him on the high stage, the light from
behind the screen flaring sidewise
upon her; next him the cheek he had
longed to kiss in the play, but did
not. A little pale she wras now, yet
j so fair and sweet! Her lips were apart,
i her hand lifted as if to catch the
i sound of his coming. How beautiful
j she was! How sweet and w’omanly!
1 And in the lonely darkness how near
and intimate—his own! his own!
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Coal Dust Problem a Hard One.
The most difficult part of the coal
dust problem is to discover what ele-
ments must necessarily be present in
a coal to make the dust dangerous.
Some expeflmenta have been carried
I on with this end in view, but the re-
! suits obtained have not been eallght-
enUm
It Knock! Malaria Out.
The old reliable Cheatham’s Chill
Tonic cures quicker aud more perma-
nently than any other remedy. One
bottle is guaranteed to cure any ©ne
case. You can’t lose. Try it.
Astuteness.
“Why does that Chinese diplomat
ask so many questions?”
“It is merely to flatter us with the
idea that he regards us as possessing
superior knowledge.”
Instantaneous Action.
“I was almost distracted by a ter-
rible itching which defied all treat
ment until I obtained a box of Hunt’s
Cure. The first application afforded
instant and absolute relief. The one
box effected a complete cure.
“It is simply wonderful In its in-
stantaneous action.”
GEORGE GILLILAND,
Manitou, O. T.
Decollete.
“Did you see Mrs. Locutte at the
hop last night?” asked Mrs. Gaddie.
“Yes,” replied her husband.
“This morning's paper says she was
dressed entirely in black. Is that so?”
“Well—er—no. I wouldn’t say that
she was dressed entirely.”—Philadel-
phia Press.
What Women Have Done.
Mrs. M. F. Johnston of Richmond,
Ind., gave an interesting account at
the Boston biennial of the G. F. W. C.
of the Art association of that city,
which is ten years old. Five hun-
dred dollars is appropriated each year
for the purchase of a picture,
and the council gives $100 for
the annual exhibition. The stand-
ard in pictures and crafts has
changed, she says, and in the next few
years much is expected that will give
the children the opportunity of great-
er culture and knowledge of art.
A TERRIBLE CONDITION.
Tortured by Sharp Twinges, Shooting
Pains and Dizziness.
Hiram Center, 518 South Oak
street, Lake City, Minn., says: “I
was so bad with kid-
ney trouble that I
could not straighten
up after stooping
without sharp pains
shooting through my
back. I had dizzy
spells, was nervous
and my eyesight af-
fected. The kidney
secretions were ir-
regular and too fre-
quent. I was in a terrible condition
but Doan’s Kidney Pills have cured
me and I have enjoyed perfect health
since.”
Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
THE EFFECT OF WEALTH.
Billie—Who is that awfully
girl on the horse?
Tillie—Why, that’s Miss Go
has several millions in her ox
Billie—So? My! Aren’t hex
becoming?
Proof Positive.
There is usually some convinc
gument to a question of doubt,
is only bright enough to think c
the time of controversy. The 1
was able to produce the indisf
without delay of circumlocuti<
number of people were ga
’round the bulletin board of the
ing Eagle, on which was anm
“Death of Frank Miller.”
Two farmers from the ei
backwoods were gazing at the x
items of news, when one of
spied the lugubrious statemen
pointing it out to his rustic co
remarked innocently:
“It says on that board: 'De
Frank Miller.’ Is that you?”
“No,” replied the other,, in a
ousness. “My name is John.”
HEALTH AND INCOME
Both Kept Up on Scientifi
Good sturdy health helps one
to make money.
With the loss of health one’s in
is liable to shrink, if not er.
dwindle away.
When a young lady has to mak
own living, good health is her
asset.
“I am alone In the world,” v
a Chicago girl, “dependent on r
efforts for my living. I am a cl^; r
about two years ago through cl
plication to work and a boa
house diet, I became a nerve
valid, and got so bad off it was a
impossible for me to stay in i
a half day at a time.
“A friend suggested to me the
of trying Grape-Nuts, which
making this food a large pa;:
least two meals a day.
“Today I am free from braii
dyspepsia, and all the ills
overwo.ked and improperly non
brain and body. To Grap- \
the recovery of my health, a-
ability to retain my position
some." “There’s a Reason.”
Name given by Postum Co., .
Creek, Mich. Read “The Roa
ville,” in pkgs.
. Ever read the above letter :
one appears from time to ton-
are genuine, true, and full of
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Neeley, Houston. The Pearsall Leader. (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 20, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 13, 1908, newspaper, August 13, 1908; Pearsall, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth988242/m1/2/?q=central+place+railroads: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; .