The Daily Ledger. (Ballinger, Tex.), Vol. 11, Ed. 1 Tuesday, September 26, 1916 Page: 3 of 4
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Fred Prusser and Herman Otken ot
the Hatchel country, were among the
business visitors in Ballinger Monday.
Mr. and Mrs. C. M. Doyle of the
Valley Creek country, were shopping in
Ballinger Monday and Mr. Doyle said
the hail and rain Sunday night picked
his cotton clean for him.
Mrs. J. A. Gentry of Mullin, who
had been visiting in Taylor and Concho
counties, and who was the guest of
Mr. and Mrs. W. S. Harmon and fam-
ily a few days while en route home.
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care of us. Of
idea what Hazel
so—and then the
And if anything
matters worse, one
If you have surplus funds and
desire to place them safely, we will
be glad to do that for you also.
How to Give Good Advice.
The best way to give good ad-
vice is to set a good example.
When others see hoW quickly
yon get over your cold by taking
Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy
they are likely to follow your
example. This remedy has been
in use for many years and enjoys
an excellent reputation. Obtain-
able everywhere.
it, Jarvis?” she slowly asked at length.
“It is for you to decide, Cleo,” he
answered miserably. "My happiness,
my future. Is In your hands.”
“I must have time to think,” she
said. "Come to me this afternoon.
. . . I will give you my decision then.”
Though racked by emotion, she kept
herself, by a supreme effort of the will,
under admirable control. It was
Indeed, until she had reached
room and bolted the door behind
that she threw herself upon the
and gave way to a torrent of tears.
Late that afternoon Hope came to
her for his answer. Though her eyes
were swollen from weeping, she
calmer, more dignified, than he
ever seen her. In the space of a
J. B. Artcrburn of Abilene, came in
Monday afternoon to visit in Ballinger
few days.
Our stock in trade is
money—if you have an
opportunity to use some
of it at a profit, we will
be glad to accomodate
In Use For Over 30 Years
The Kind You Have Always Bought
For efficient banking service
call on us.
On account of the advance in
flour from $6.00 to $8.50 per barrel,
we cannot sell six leaves of bread
for 25c, and beginning Monday bread
will be five cents straight. We will
continue to give you the best bread
that the best flour can make, and
all kinds of fresh groceries on the
.same basis.
Children Cry for Fletcher's
i til I get back". I’ll soon talk those
' story-book notions outen her het d.
Don’t you worry . . . I’ll fix things ip
all right”
"I hope to heaven you’ll be success-
ful,” said Hope, fervently. “If you
are 1’11 never forget it”
Two hours later Hook returned. One
look at his face showed Hope that he
had met with no success.
“I’m much obliged to you, Hooc,”
said Hope, wearily, “but I knew it
would be useless. When Cleo once
makes up her mind there’s no use in
trying to change it. You will look after
her. Hook, won’t you?”
“You bet I will, lootenant,” said die
sailor, mopping his eyes with a vivid
bandana. “I’m a pretty tough old
salt, but I’ll do my best to be a fatlxer
to her.”
; “And Hook,” said Hope, with a trace
of embarrassment, "if you—if she—
should ever need any money you wen’t
hesitate to let me know, will you? 1
haven’t much besides my pay, but
whatever I have, it’s Cleo’s and yoirs
for the asking. I can go
an easier mind if I can
"What is the matter, dear?” asked
Cleo quickly, noting the anguish in
Hope’s face. "Has anything hap-
pened?”
For a long moment he stood motion-
less. Then, summoning ail his cour-
age. he proffered her the letter.
"Read it,” he said in a tone so
hoarse that it was little higher than a
whisper.
Filled wfth forebodings of she knew
not what, Cleo unfolded the closely
written sheet. This is what she read:
Dear Jarvis:
This Is a l^imHiating iPttsr for a woman
to have to write to a man—but it nas to
be written. Do you remember—but of
course you do—the Abernethy's house
party at Lake Placid last summer? And
do you remember how we lost our way
the afternoon we started to climb White-
face. and how. the storm coming up, we
took refuge in that desert'd cabin and
spent the nixlit there together in the for-
est? (I shall never forget how the wind
moaned th< re. and the rain lashed the
roof all through that interminable night.)
We were afraid we would not be believe 1
if we told ti e truth, you remember, so
when we got back to camp the n< xt morn-
ing w» told ti e others thtrt we had spent
the night at the Lee's cottage. It was a
foolish—an ln«ane thing—but we did it.
They say that lies have a way of com-
ing home to roost, and it is quite true,
for that lie has come honfe and is roost-
ing on my bedpost—a great black, ugly
thing that is driving me wild.
It seems that a few days after we left
Lake Placid Hazel Abernethy happened
to meet Mrs. I.e** at the boat club and
thanked her for taking
course. Mrs. Lee had no
was driving at, and said
cat was out of the bag.
were needed to mak
of the guides told Mrs. Abernethy that he
had seen us coming out of the cabin at
seven o'clock in the morning
Hazel, as you know, is a modern edi-
tion of the town crier, and. thanks to her
Industrious circulation of the story, every-
one knows that we spent the night to-
gether in the cabin—and, of course, puts
the worst possible interpretation upon it.
You know and I know that we did no
wrong, but no amount of denial will con-
vince others of our innocence. I’m not
blaming you. Jarvis, but you have com-
promised me. Indeed, I already begin to
see signs of ostracism. At the Hildreth’s
dinner the other night that impossible
Mrs. Norton asked me If I didn't prefer
the unconventionally of life in the woods
to the staid existence one leads in New
York—whereupon a general snicker ran
around the table. You will understand,
th* refore. that life has become perfectly
Intolerable.
Under such ctrcumstancex Jarvis, there
Is only one course open to a gentleman—
and I know that you are a gentleman.
You proved that by the way you con-
ducted yourself In the eabin.
need. then, for me to tell you what you
should do? I am fond of you and I am
sure that I could make you happy. With
Implicit faith that you will do what is
right by me. I eagerly await your reply.
Affectionately. INEZ.
For what seemed to them both an
eternity, Cleo, her cheeks drained of
color, stood ns though turned to stone,
staring at the letter with unseeing
eyes. At last she spoke:
“Who Is this woman?”
"Her name Is Inez Machin,” replied
Hope. "She belongs to quite u well-
known New York family. I met her
last summer at a house party in the
Adirondacks.”
“Do you love her?’
“Love her?” he repeated bitterly.
“Not the least In the world. There is
only one woman whom I love—and you
know who she is, Cleo.”
"Is it true, as she says, that you did
nothing wrong?”
"On my honor ns an officer and a
man I swear it, Cleo.”
“You needn't swear it, Jarvis,” she
answered dispassionately. “In mj
heart 1 never doubted you.”
There was a pause.
“What are you going to do about
hours she seemed to^l.ave cliungvu
from a child to a woman. She had
donned the same black gown that she
had worn at her father's funeral, its
somberness accentuating the glory of
her hair and the milky whiteness of
her complexion. Hope thought that
he had never known one so Lovely, so
frail and so appealing.
“Jarvis," she began, “1 have spent
the whole day trying to decide what
is the right thing for us to do. You
are, as this Miss Muchin says in her
letter, a gentleman . . . and in such
a case a gentleman has no alternative
. . . Jarvis, you must marry her.”
"But I am going to marry you,”
cried Hope.
"No, dear,” said Cleo firmly, though
her lips quivered.
to marry me . . .
I could never be happy as your wife
knowing that another woman had a
claim on you . . • ami now, dearest,
you must go ... 1 can't stand it any
longer . . . my heart is breaking.”
"I won't go,” Hope fairly shouted.
“I don't love that woman and 1 won’t
marry her. She has no claim on me
. . . 1 never harmed a hair of her
head. I'm going to stay here and
marry you, my darling.”
“Listen to me, Jarvis, dear,” said
Cleo, putting her hands on his shoul-
ders and raising her terir-tilled eyes to
his. “Do you really love me?”
“Do I love you?” he groaned. “I
love you so much that life without you
is not worth living.”
“And you wish to please me?”
"of course,” he answered simply.
“Then you will marry Miss Machin,”
said Cleo. “Can’t you see, dear, that
though it breaks my heart to give you
up 1 can always feel that we were
strong enough to do what was honor-
able and right? It is because I love
you so much, Jarvis, that I ask this
of you.”
"May—may I kiss you good-by, my
darling?" asked Hope brokenly.
Her answer was to throw herself
into his arms. For a long minute
their lips clung together, their hearts
throbbed in unison; then she struggled
free.
Then turning he groped his way to
the door. As it closed behind him Cleo
stood for ft moment, swaying like a
lily in the wind, and then, her strength
suddenly deserting her, crumpled to
the floor, unconscious.
The next morning Hopp, very white
and shaken, sent for Hook, showed
him the letter from Inez Muchin, and
told him of Cleo's decision.
"Shucks,” said the old seaman, after
he heard the story, “there ain’t no
more call for you to marry that gal,
lootenant, than there is fer me to.
’Cording to your story, and her story,
too, she ain't caught you with
goods. She's just trying to put
over on you, lootenant.”
“That’s the way it looks to
Hook, but Cleo won’t see it that way.
She insists that the only honorable
tlfig for me to do under the circum-
stances is to marry Miss Muchin. I've
tried to argue with her, but she’s ada-
mantine.”
“Just you wall till I’ve had a talk
with her,” said Hook, rising. “Don’t
youdo nothing foolish. tpoteqanU lUk*
GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS
Bears the Signature cf
Submjrarine
TWELFTH INSTALLMENT
SCOTCH WOOLEN MILLS
Hutchins Avenue
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been
iu use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of
and has been made under his per-
sonal supervision since its infancy.
Allow no one to deceive you in this.
AH Counterfeits, Imitations and “ Just-as-good ” are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA
Casforia is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare-
goric, Drops anti Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic
substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it
lias been in constant use for the relief of Constipation,
Flatulency^ "Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and
Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels,
assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend.
1>. B. Stubbs
Grocer and Baker
promise that you will call
case of necessity.”
“Don’t let that worry you, looten-
• ant,” said Hook, grasping the officer's
hand in his great sun-burned paw.
"We’ll get along all right, I reckon,
and if we don’t, I’ll let you know.’’
I Hope had already wired the navy
department that the chances of finding
1 the formula of Doctor Burke's inven-
I tion were almost negligible and asking
that sixty days leave of absence be
granted him. The following morning
he received a telegram from Washing-
ton granting his request. Whereupon
he wired Inez Machin:
Will you do me the honor to marry me?
The department has granted me Bitty
days leave and I am starting East imme-
diately.
A few hours later he received her
reply:
I havo announced our engagement.
Owing to the shortness of your leave we
will be married soon after your return.
Love.
That evening saw Hope boarding the
ferry which connected at Oakland
with the eastbound mall train.
Inez Machin was undeniably a beau-
tiful girl—tall, slender and as lithe
and sinuous as a panther. An exquis-
ite olive-coloring, lustrous eyes, and
great masses of blue-black hair be-
trayed her Latin descent. Her beauty
Was marred, however, by a thin-lipped
and rather cruel mouth and by an ex-
pression which could best be described
as cold and calculating. Though she
possessed all the sophistication of a
girl who had been brought up in the
so-called "smart set,” she had a seduc-
tiveness of manner, together with a
pronounced physical allurement which
had kept a score of impressionable
youths in her train.
Despite her self-assurance, however,
her meeting with the man she was to
marry was marked with a certain con-
straint. _
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(Continued Tomorrow.)
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Sledge, A. W. The Daily Ledger. (Ballinger, Tex.), Vol. 11, Ed. 1 Tuesday, September 26, 1916, newspaper, September 26, 1916; Ballinger, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1178601/m1/3/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 7, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Carnegie Library of Ballinger.