The Examiner-Review. (Navasota, Tex.), Vol. 17, No. 13, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 28, 1910 Page: 1 of 8
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The mother said:
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Bvt the Healer was
Pouring balm on her heart, *
And wiping the tears from her eyes,
And He straightened the chain,
He had broken In twi In,
And fastened it firn to the skies.
for all toil,
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so glad.”
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The boys seemed to regret
very much that a capture was
not made and swear by all the
bn, little clock, and bring
ly than sorrow, through-
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THE EXAMINER-REVIEW.
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hope to be with them at some
future time.
ROAN'S PRAIRIE.
April 19th, 1910.
Mrs. Robt. Dreher was shop-
ping in Navasota Thursday.
£ jldrs. H. W. Kilpatrick of Nav-
nie’s father, ' who took them **>*», came up Saturday to visit
her sister, Mrs. R. H. Allen.
Mrs/Buchanan of Navasota, is
visiting j. W. Cuthrell and fam-
ily,
Miss Margie Cuthrell went
down to Navasota Sunday for a
over; and the little clock ticked! few days visit with relatives.
Misses Lula and Ida Roan are
in Navasota, having accepted a
position at Wagner's during the
sale.
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will
X™”™. «od' of huntin« “W W1U
get the bushy tail rascal tomor-
row, Friday night.
The editor is exceedingly ap-
preciative of an invitation to join
in the chase but unfortunately
cannot go this time. However
he will proceed to pull his string
him see the bird, then placed it I .
on^ti»^mantle and started it to said:
Our friend departed, after re-
ceiving many- warm thanks for
her kindness and her good taste dearest of all, for he
in its selection. sorrow raged deep ii
Anderson, Texas, April 12th
away to a beautiful home, in a
distant city by the sea.
The littfe hurt boy liked this
story vepr much, and would say:
“Tell it again, mamma; tell it
again.”
So the mother told it over and
siastic sports representing both
the communities of Mesa end
Iola, got after a fox last Satur-
day night at an early hour and
from that time till 1 o'clock the
hills In that end of the county
fairly rang with the whoops of
hunters and the barks of the
hounds. The fox was jumped
on what is known as the Jones
field, which belongs to Uncle
Nels Mize. Br’er fox was right
on the bank of Bull creek and be
quickly lit out for tall timber and ysisoftbe right side and about
kept the chase in a sort of circle
for half the night until finally
coming back to his starting
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I Johnnie was to wear these pants
I only at home, but one day he put
’ them on and went to the wood
to gather faggots. On way
Died,at 10:25 o’clock p.m., April
20th, 1910, Mr. George Colberg,
aged 80 years.
Mr. Colberg was a citizen of
very extensive acquaintance and
particularly at Navasota and
throughout this immediate sec-
tion. He was born at Crako,
Austria in 1830. His first visit
to America was in 1856 and for
some time he lived at New Or-
leans. From there he moved to
Brazil where he was engaged in
business, later going back to
Europe, where he married his
wife. His next trip to America
brought him to Calvert where he
lived some two or three years,
removing from there to Europe
again. On his next trip tb this
country aefew years later he
went to Palestine, staying there
some three years.' From there .
he moved to Anderson where be funeral of Mr. L. D. Clepper.
Mieses Lucile KeUeg, Eleanor
and Birdie Hadley spent Sunday
with friends In Singleton.
stroke on the left side which re- member of both organizations if
we mistake not In all events he
was identified with both orders
for so many years it is difficult
to local when be joined them ow-
ing to the charters o? both being
destroyed by fire years ago.
Mr. Colberg was familiarly
known as “Uncle George" to all
and to many of his closest friends
he was lovingly called ‘Grandpa/
denoting the esteem and rever-
ence in which he was held. He
was libereal during those years
when fortune smiled upon him
and was never Known to betray a
friend. While he rests in peace
and his world’s work is complet-
ed bis memory wilt long live af-
ter him.
He has no relatives of any de-
scription in.this country.' The
climate here did not agree with
his wife hence she made her ■
home with her daughter, Mrs. I.
Neiger, wife of the chief engineer *■
at Rolomea, Galicia, Austria,
Europe.
His remains will be laid to rest
in the Jewish cemetery at 4
o’clock today.
Peace to his ashes.
John Harris andjwife of Court-
ney, camb'up today to attend the
Baking Powder
Received the highest award
at Chicago World's Fair
• comfort and whispered:
“Peace, sweet'peace.”
He loved his books and his lit-
tle Testament, and trotted all
day long with his hammer in his
. hand and pocket full of nails,
and hammered everywhere.
When the mother was ill he
so often said: .
“Mamma, let’s stop the clock.”
The dear friend who bought it
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which never failed to bring her words would prove when she
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one,” for she has gone where life
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hard and he grew weary he
“Oh, mamma, let’s stop the
clock.”
The clock ticked merrpy:
‘That’s cute; that’s cu|;e.'’
Next a fair-haired bal
a little song bird.
so remarked to a crowd of hi*
friends. On Wednesday monr
, ing he came down as usual about ..
being 8 o'clock and it was while talking
□ghan to Mr. Ben Romm that another
and manufactured his own play-‘
things, andithe clock said:
“Tick, tick; so smart,
smart.”
Five happy years he played
and hammered away, until one
sunny day in June, when the lit-
tle one was playing amid the
violets and the long grey moss
there was a cry and the dear
little laddie lay crushed and
bleeding. Kind friends and
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ferer as comfortable as possibly.
Tick low, little clock, tick low,
for the “white winged messen-
ger” is hovering near. And now
began the long, long nursing, thinks of the tired iittle boy who
And the mother sang lullabies “
and told stories, day after day,
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i Mrs. Shelm&n of Navasota, re- became identified in a business
turned home Sunday after a
weeks stay with her grand- years. Tiring of the interior
daughter, Mrs. W. Ellis. Mr. Colberg disposed of his bus-
Oscar Davis and wife of Nava-, iness and came to Navasota and
sol
day.
Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Ahren-
beck and Jno. L. Franeklewof
here today in
away the long days, weeks and
months. By and bye the little
laddie was well and the mother
prayed fora blessing on this life,
dear because twice given, “A
The great Baking Powder
u| of the country—
II used in millions of
homes—never I
failed
Within this little town ^bere piej smile, those glorious soft
dark eyes, and shall I be greeted
unanswered and un-
answerable. Sorely the little
■ mother grieved for 1
‘ babe.
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we do need a dock;
I shall buy and, and all
can enjoy it; but I have waited
*o long for my nice cool dresses
I don’t know which I want.”
The laughing, cheery friend
answered:
“I think you want both,” se
ran out in the yard and .
,end a leaf of oak, and said: hung
: throw this leaf to the floor, head,
if it falls right side up, you
2 the dresses; if wrong side
; up the dock."
The leaf fluttered to the floor
wrong side up; the dock had
won; money was delivered, and
they spent a merry evening
laughing over “(Mir gambling.”
AH felt well satisfied, for dress-
es would soon wear out, but a
dock would last a long time.
The friend departed for the dark and bright—her friend fair
distant dty. She was a cheery,
contented soul, who if she could
| not have the great things of life, made their plans
made herself and others happy ing of the dock.
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a busy month passed by I
I the friend returned from other was to paint rare and
dty, and after resting a few beautiful pictures and charm all
s made another visit to the eyes. The little clock said:
cottage, and was gladly *s-v- —
corned by mother and babies
er the usual greetings the
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rosy dreams of girlhood and
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was to be
n all ears
tody — the
■’Tick, tick; so grand, so
grand.”
But the fair and gentle artist
was early claimed by the “Mas-
it pleasant or profit-] ter Painter” and is no doubt now!
than ever painted by mortal
hand. And then there was an-
other son, not beautiful like the
first, but steady and true. So,
dear, when the baby years had
passed he learned his; lessons
’neath the sound of the little
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come,
it was. Johnnie owned a little sr^st theught, each conflict here, each
bitter strife,
th. e»p
Each heavy stroke shall but God’s
child prepare.
To be a pillar in His Temple there.
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land cl’-nging fingers brought glory shining on and on forever]
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Last, but not least, was the,
“baby boy,” good and true, with |
the sweet voice, every tone per-
fect, for it was tuned by^ the
“Master Tuner,” and the mother
fondly dreams of the time when
tthcw me Mivviiv* ... her b°y sbab charm all hearers
brought’his“materials to the fire !>y his matchless eloquence; but
- ’ now the days are very long, and
the little clock ticks:
“Lonely, lonely; your baby’s
gone, your baby’s gone.”
When the firstborn, more than
daughter, loving companion and
comforter,- left her childhood’s
home for another, the little clock
ticked sadly:’ “Goodbye, good-
bye.”
Full thirty-five years has the
little clock ticked away. The
. .. mother's brown locks have
skillful physicians made the suf- changed to sunny whiteness, the
dear little pleader has gone out
in the wide, wide world to plead
life’s battles for himself. The
mother looks at the clock and
ota, visited relatives here Sun-1 for several years bought cotton
for Maj. R. B. TcmpteteBBtotbi*
and other potato. Savoring bi*
oonneotion with Maj. Ttemptomaa m
be bwybVyym .for a A.
J*o*bMrom#^4^|y to JmM?
was forced to gtwupMMve worik
owing to his palsied condition.
He suffered a stroke of paralyai*
some three years ago and since
then has bad light attacks. ‘
g Tuesday, Mr. Colberg wa* feel-
noon announced the death of Mr. ing much better than usual and
M. P. Vaughan at Johnson City,
Tenn., at 1 o’clock. Deceased
was a brother of our townsman,
Mr.C. V. Vaughan, both 1
nativewof Virginia. Mr. Vaughan
served throughout the civil war! attack came on—the old gentie-
as 2nd lieutenant of Co. C., 18th I men falling to the floor. He wa*
Virginia Infantry, Pickett’s Bri- quicky taken to bis room and
gade. He was badly wounded at' medical aid summoned but he V ®
Seven Pines. Some two years j lapsed into a state of coma which
ago he suffered a stroke of paral-1 continued until the end came.
Mr. Colberg was a Mason and
three months ago sustained a Odd Fellow* being a charter
suited as above.
He leaves a son, Mr. Gooch
Vaughan, the only child, with
whom, deceased resided at the
time of his death. Mrs. C. H.
Palmore, bis only sister, was
with him until the end came.
He was 68 years old this month.
Navasota Loses Old Citizen.
I will practice
And she did, the little fingers thought it meant worse than if‘ Ira Cotton, Alfred Kilpatrick
glided gracefully and softly over did, and burst out in bitter sob--and Walter Hunter, three entbu-
made sweetest melody for the out hunting passed by and said:
” r’i-TJ “Why, little laddie, what 'is
minister the matter?”
over her “These boys axe making fun
] of my pants. Mamma would not
have made them that way, but
she did not have enough cloth,”
“Oh. Well, pants are easily
changed.” The gentleman could
hardly help smiling himself, but
he said: “Stop crying and tell
me your name and where is your
father and mother?”
“My name is Johnnie Moss;
my mother is at home at work,
and my father was lost in the
war.”
“Bless me! I know a man in
a distant state who has b&n Point where he was treed,
looking for his wife and child a
long time.”
But Johnnie’s feelings were so
tifis. The kind gentleman helped
him to fill his wagon, and he
went home sobbing to his moth-
er, who gave him his supper and
put him to bed; so he told her
nothing about the kind gentle-
man who had tried to comfort
. — T-------him. About three months after
reveling in scenes more beautiful this, as Mrs. Moss was busy with u j - , .
her sewing, she saw at the gate {or l^e ®nccess of the party and
a beautiful carriage, drawn by
a pair of fine grey Korses, and a
gentleman coming in at the gate.
She went to the door and was
clasped in his arms.
“Oh, Mary, my wife; I have
were! found you at last!”
" “Oh, John, my husband, I
thought you were dead!”
It was really and truly John-
*It was merry."
“Things are merry all round
wherever you are."
“It is nice for you to say that.
I have bought your clock, and I
think it is a good one. I started
to get one with cherubs on it,
m but decided you had cherubs clock. When the tasl
W enough, so I bought this.” —
She untied the parcel, and wodd say : j'
there it was a rosewood eight-
day dock with a spray of five
oak leaves, two acorns and a lit
tie bird sitting on the stem.
: How *much we all admired it.
little girls were delighted.
f In sunny Central Texas there cottage seemed more home-like
is a little town, old in years, and | One of the little girls said:
rich in legend and story; here “We can ten when to start
are the glorious hills, the sturdy dinner now, mamma.”
oaks, the graceful elms and ^he other:
hacberry, in the shelter of “i just like to hear it tick.”
their branches the wild bird car-i gjx happy months passed by.
ols its sweetest song; on the mil-1anc| sorrow came to the little
sides and in the valleys the wild] home, for the baby boy, the first-
flowers bloom sweetest and long-1 born son> wa9 in Swiftly
est; nature has been so lavish 13Wjftly the little clock ticked out
with her beauties that a thrill or, |be twenty-four hours, and the
joy Wells in each breast and - -
seems to say: “Here is rest,
sweet rest.”
girl—
The Jittie girts were delighted, a little song bird. Sht would
and we lifted the babe and let stand on the hearth and $ing her
him see the bird, then placed it baby songs, and the little dock
“Tick, tick; so swieet, so
sweet.”
Then another son, wh.o? seemed
“ ► came
!P in the
er’s heart, and the soft!
Question unanswered and un-
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the darling t0 soothe and amuse the dear lit-
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“No need to time me, mamma; and “Varigated boy.” When he
"in houts and hours." t heard that last long word, hei
little fingers thought it meant worse than if]
the beautiful white keys and bing and crying; a gentleman
made sweetest mel \
whole household. When at the
close of school the |l
placed a gold chain, on which
hung a golden harp,
, and said:
“May music charm ypu 1
And greet you first i® H
She felt rewarded
and the little clock t
seeihed to say:
“I’m so glad; I’i|
There was a schoio
hood’s friend, girlhood’s friend;
lifelong friend. She herself was
tie sufferer, until finally she told
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a smile to the feverish little
drawn faceL and it ran in this
wise: There was once a poor jg not measured by time, but is
woman, who' lived in the out-
skirts of a large town. She had
a son seven years old, named
Johnnie. This woman did sew-
ing for her living, and as she
was a frail woman, a poor living
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wagon and his duty was to go to
the wood and gather faggots for
his mother’s fire. Now Johnnie
(needed a pair of pants very
much, and the poor woman had
i clock useful, for it marked the
who came visiting at the hour for practice, and one little
’ 3 said: girl grew weary of the m—^ '
be city and and watched the'clock, minute
I by minute.
| “Time out yet, mamn
The years passed on, and the
little girls were lea ming to read
clothe herself in the cool linen clock to tell the hour for lessons,
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dear old-fashioned days. She to hear all the A-B-Cs and abs
counted nine dollars enough for] and bas—ticked merrily when
two dresses until a -conveni- they were good and slowly when
api.no. Now indeed, ™ the"n^Vo^s^doft wm
iiaofnl fnr if marlrMl th® .
««« red and one was yellow; so she
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lived a young couple in a cottage,
three little ones, two girls and a
baby boy.
ures so dear and beautiful all
life seemed blessed to them.
Though dollars were scarce
hope was roseate, and whispered
of a time when toil should re-;
ceive a golden recompense. i
The mother was merry and;
singing all the day and dreamed
of a beautiful future for the
three little ones; now this lady
had a decided penchant for linen
lawn dresses, so she saved her
nickels and dimes, expecting to and spell. They looked at the
clothe herself in the cool linen clock to tell the hour for lessons,
lawn, so much worn in thorn I and it ticked away and seemed
counted nine dollars enough for| and bas—ticked merrily
ent time to buy them, and felt they were bad. Then there wan
happy and content. .
a short while there was a
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cottage, and she laid.:
am going to
make any purchase you
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Vol. XVII. No. 12
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