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sional Bohemian. It’s about time I self. Her voice didn’t even tremble
Tony didn’t say anything at all
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n’t trust his voice. Ellen didn’t say
the door, after the first half hour
of her posing, when at Dick’s bid-
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told you, Jane, that I’ve just had
word from town. The obvious tele-
gram— or what have you. Explain
to your guests that my grandmo-
ther is ill; tell them that a great-
uncle has died and left me a legacy.
Tell them I’ve gone back to pose
for Dick, tomorrow—and tomor-
row’s Sunday, too. That’ll perhaps
be nearer the truth.”
All at once she was running from
the conservatory, scurrying along
through the darker corners of the
room. And then she was out of the
door and racing up the stairs. Now
she had gained the haven of her
room and was tumbling things into
her suitcase.
There was a knock at the door.
For a moment Ellen did not ans-
wer and then with an effort she
Jane went on—her voice
thickened.
“You know what I mean,”
“You’d drop me as easily as that?
said Tony.
to the country, to a little inn. If
their talk were a trifle less formal
now, it wasn’t because they were
speaking to each other as married
couples speak. It was because they
were beginning to have a slight
basis of reminiscence upon which
to build conversations.
Ellen could almost settle herself
into the red roadster as if she be-
longed in it. And Tony didn’t look
quite so finely drawn as he had at
the house party, when they had had
their encounter with Jane.
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" I don’t get Jane,” she said fi-
nally. “What’s she playing for, To
ny? Not that it’s very sane to ask
I know what she is playing for. It
is you.”
There was a seriousness back of
Tony’s casual sounding speech.
“Jane and I,” he said “knocked
around together for years. I sup-
pose she’d gotten to sort of taking
me for granted. . . . After all, we
weren’t responsible when we met,
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Moses Austin was bom October 4,
17G5, in Durham, Conn., the young-
est son of Elias Austin, according
to the genealogical record of the
Austin family in the University
collection of Austin paper. In 1783,
he became a dry goods merchant in
Philadelphia and a year later en-
tered the import trade and shortly
thereafter the wholesale business.
In August, 1784, he extended his
business to Richmond, Va., and a
month later took charge of the es-
tablishment in that city. On Sept-
ember 29, 1785, he married Marie
Brown daughter of Abia Brown of
New Jersey. Two daughters were
born, but both died in infancy.
Stephen Fuller Austin was the first
son of the couple, born November 3,
1793, at Austin Ville, Va. Moses
and Maria Austin had moved to the
Lead Mines in Wythe Cunty, Vir-
time—men who merely lived and
strove for the betterment of them-
selves and of their families. Many
pieces illustrate minutiae of local
administration too small, no doubt,
to interest a great number of stu-
dents; and others have only a bio-
graphical value. Taken together,
however, they give a composite
picture which the most careful
selection could not equal in clear-
nes, accuracy, or authoritativeness.
“Considering his many harassing
duties Stephen F. Austin was a vol-
uminous and remarkably painstak-
ing letter writer. Of most of his
official papers he apparently pre-
served copies, and frequently find
several drafts of a document, in-
and confined to his bed three weeks
at the house of Mr. Hugh McGufin,
20 miles west of Natchitoches, at
this place he was met by his
nephew Elias Bates who had left
Hercuam, Mo. some time in Dec-
ember in pursuit of him. As soon
as he could travel they started to-
gether, descended Red River to the
Mississippi and arrived at Hercul-
anium come time in March, 1821.
The journey proved too great for
his constitution which was much
impaired, nevertheless he commenc-
ed settling his affairs in Missouri
with the intenton of returning to
Texas in August following, but
unfortunately he took a cold when
at the Mine a Burton, but reached
his daughter’s, Mrs. Emily M.
Bryans on Hazel Run; in a few
days the cold terminated in an in-
flamation on the lungs and after
lingering in much pain for ten
days which he bore with Christian
fortitude, he resigned his soul to
his maker without a groan on the
tenth of June, 1821, in the 57 year
of his age?’
The second article of this series ■
will trace Stephen F. Austin’s ac- i
tivities in Texas, and two additonal :
articles will give exerpts from ■
you and I. We shook all of the
world’s plans into a cocked hat.”
Ellen spoke resentfully.
“That,” she said “makes me feel
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tory of Texas during the decade
and a half from 1821 to 1835, the
years which immediately preceded
the birth of the Republic of Texas,
was the history of Austin’s colon-
ies. Small wonder, then, that rom-
ance and drama attach themselves
to the figure of Texas’ first em-
pressario, Stephen Fuller Austin,
and small wonder that generations
which have followed and will follow
him treasure even the smallest
fragment of his personal effects,
his papers and documents, minute
relics which keep alive his memory
and the recollection of his accom-
plishments in the creation of the
commonwealth of Texas.
The Austin papers, comprised of
materials accumulated by Moses
and Stephen F. Austin in the pro-
gress of their busy enterprise from
Virginia through Missouri and
Arkansas to Texas, form the key-
stone of the invaluable Texas Col-
lection in the University of Texas
library. Hundreds of other pioneer
Texas families have now added
their family archives to the rich
Texas history section of the library,
and additional material is constant-
ly been deposted or given outright.
Formerly a private collection, the
Austin papers have been presented
to the University library by the
Austin heirs. As early as 1902, a
description of the papers was made
and published by Dr. E. C. Barker,
professor of history at the Univer-
sity, and he later published the
bulk of papers themselves. Since
then, additional items have come to
the library from various sources
and many of these have not been
published in any form.
The original papers are almost
entirely in manuscript unbound.
“Come in,” she called.
The door oppened. It was Jane’s
mother.
“I met Tony,” Jane’s mother
said without preamble. “He told
me that you weren’t well. That he
was afraid you were going home.
Something like that. Is there any-
thing I can do ?”
later, after locating the room
through a certain amount of bri-
bery and corruption—when he tap-
ped at the door of that room there
was no answer. After a moment
he pushed the door in, even though
he didn’t belong on the floor. But
there wasn’t anyone in the room
when he entered. There wasn’t even
the dust of powder on the imma-
culate top of the vanity table.
It was nearly dawn when Ellen
arrived back in her own little room
She threw her suitcase unpacked,
across a seat, and undressed rapid-
ly and flung herself across her bed.
And, though she had quite expected
to sob hersself to sleep,she didn’t.
Exhaustion is like that—it drains
one of the emotions!
There was bright sunshine—yel-
low, buttery sunshine—lying across
Ellen’s face when she wakened.
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her body felt bruised against the
hardness of his body. “I’m sick and
tired of this stuff,” said Tony, “it’s
time for a showdown. We’re not
fencing, you and I—we’re married.
It’s time we behaved like human
beings, or—”
He stopped. For there was a rus-
tle of skirts (skirts do rustle, this
, year) and a voice spoke.
“Oh—but I’m intruding!” said a
voice. “It always seems as if I
choose the wrong time for my en-
trances, doesn’t it?”
Of course, it was Jane—it could-
n’t be anybody else. She stood in
the doorway of the conservatory—
the light was behind her. They
couldn’t see the outline of her face
—the expression of her eyes and
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when she called Dick on the phone.
“If you’re working today,” she
told him, “I’m just the girl that
will help you. Here am I, all alone
in town over Sunday.”
The taxi seemed to crawl through
the quiet Sunday streets, and yet
at last she was with Dick in his old
familiar workroom.
Ellen, with scarcely more than a
word of greeting went behind the
accustomed screen and changed in-
to her Indian dress. And then she
was out again and posing, a little
kneeling figure once more—once
again the child priestess.
When Tony came knocking at
heretofore unpublished manuscripts
------------------------------------ and documents in the Austin col-
decipherment before it reached the lection.
Ellen. He was speaking over her
head at Dick.
“Ellen ran out on us last night,”
he said, and his tone was cool.
I don’t blame her! As soon as I
discovered she’d gone, I set out
after her, of course. But I got—”
he fumbled for words, “in so late
that I went to the club. When I
stopped at her place this morning
I found that she’d blown, as usual.
If you—” his voice was wistful, “if
you’ve really finished working—”
there was something pathetic in
proud Tony’s appeal, “I’d like to
take Ellen out with me for a little
drive somewhere or other.”
“Oh, by all means,” said Dick.
He was busily scraping bits of
paint together with his palett knife.
Ellen hadn’t been consulted.
Almost before she knew it she
was clattering down the uncarpeted
stairs of the building with Tony,
toward the red roadster that wait-
ed in the street outside.
Nothing was said about the house
party. Believe it or not—nothing.
When the sun was actually set-
'ting, Tony left Ellen at her door.
I This time he kissed the tips of her
fingers as lightly as it is possible
for a man to kiss the tips of any
girl’s fingers.
“I’m not suggesting,” he said,
'“that we dine together tonight
We’re both worn out.” It was his
one reference to the night before.
“But let’s get together tomorrow,
you and I. Maybe we can drive
again, somewhere. Maybe we can
go somewhere outside of the city,
for supper.”
And Ellen, with the pulse in her
throat choking her, managed to nod
a quick affirmative.
“We poor working girls,” she
said, “like our moments of vacation
with our rich relations.‘‘
“Don’t!” said Tony gruffly, and
left.
Ellen’s voice was steady.
“I was going to leave a note for
you,” she said. “To tell you—how
sorry I am. Yes, there is something.
I wish, maybe, that I could be
taken to the station. I’ve had a
telegram, you see.”
“Poor child,” said Jane’s mother,
“I hope it’s not bad news!”
I Ellen’s eyes meeting hers, knew
| that she didn’t believe in the myth-
ical telegram.
“Yes,” said Ellen, “I’m afraid
that it is bad news.”
Jane’s mother was still standing
in the doorway. Swiftly she spoke.
“Jane is my daughter,” she said,
“and I love her very much. Maybe
About one-third are in Spanish,
the rest in English. The Spanish
items, principally included in the
Bexar Archives of the library, are
being translated along with other
documents in that collection cov-
ering the years 1803-1821 . Each
letter or document of the Austin
papers is inclused separately in a
heavy manila envelope, upon which
is written its date and a summary
of its contents.
Some of the subjects with which
the papers deal are: Indian affairs,
military affairs, internal improve-
ments customs duties, census re-
ports, slavery, colonial disturb-
ances, and insurrections. There is
a great deal of material upon the
beginning of the Texas revolution
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she’s a little spoiled; but she’s a
Jane, dear girl. And you must remember
that she has loved Tony for a long
Fredericksburg Benevolent Association
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PURPOSE: to alleviate distress of members who suffer
loss through fire or hail. For information apply to any director
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was one, in the United States dur-
ing the first half of 1836. There
are several letters from Andrew
Jackson and a good many from
Anthony Butler and Josel R. Poin-
sett. There are approximately four
thousand letters and documents in
the collection.
The Austin papers consist of
business memoranda, physiogra-
phical observations, petitions and
memorials to local and superior
governments, political addresses
and proclamations, and much per-
sonal and official correspondence,
according to Dr. Barker.
“Moses Austin illustrated in his
own career the typical aspects of
the business man in the Westward
Movement,’’ Dr. Barker said, “and
Stephen F. Austin was, to a degree
not approached by any other colon-
ial proprietor in our history, the
founder and the indispensable
guardian and director during its
early vicissitudes of a great Amer-
ican Commonwealth.
“Hundreds of letters in the collec-
tion are from inconspicuous per-
sons, unknown to history, who ex-
erted no ascertainable influence
upon the larger events of their
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The next evening they drove out and upon the work of the Texas
’ commissioners ,of whom Austin
ginia, in 1791, where, together with
stephen Austin, Moses’ brother,
they purchased an estate and es-
tabiisned the village of Austin
Ville. In 1797 Moses Austin obtain-
ed a grant of land, three miles
square, in Louisana from the Span-
isn government, and removed his
family to Mine a Burton, on this
property. In 1816, Moses Austin
gave up his Mine a Burton property
to his son, Stephen, and moved his
family to Missouri.
The family record shows that
Stephen Fuller Austin and his
younger sister, Emely Margaret
Brown Austin, were well educated
in the best Southern tradition.
Stephen spent three years in Col-
chester Academy and two in the
Academy at Lexington, Ky., while
Emily as her named was later spel-
led attended Mrs. Beck’s boarding |
school in Lexington for four years,
and later spent more than a year
at the Mermitage Academy in New
York. James Elijah Brown Austin,
a much younger brother, born in
1803, was educated under the tute-
lege of the Rev. Whitteley of
Washington, New York, and other
tutors.
The following expert from the
family record briefly tells the story
of the share Moses Austin had in
paving the way for the colonizing
of Texas:
“April 20, 1816, Moses Austin
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with much fatigue) about the tenth
of December, same year, he there
petitioned the supreme authorities
of New Spain, through his Excel-
lency Don Antonio Martinez (then
governor and political chief of this
province of Texas) for a grant of
land and permission to settle 300
American families in that province.
The petition was forwarded on to
his Exellency Don Aredondo then
governor general of the Internal
Eastern Provinces of New Spain
who confirmed the grant a previous
decree of the provincial deputation
(then assembled at the City of
Monterrey) to that effect, and the
necessary papers were forwarded
on to San Antonio immediately.
Moses Austin left San Antonio on
the 29th of December (previous to
the confirmation of the grant) and
after a tedious and distressing
journey he reached the settlements
on the Sabine River not having
tasted any nourishment for eight
days. Their provisions having filed
and the powder they suppled them- ■
selves with proved to be so damag-
ed they could not kill any game,
although the country abounded
in game . of all kinds. His
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“I’m here,” Tony said by way of
greeting, “hunting for my runaway
wife!” He didn’t address Ellen at
all; he spoke to Dick.
“Yes?” answered Dick, and went
on painting. “I didn’t know," he
added, “that she was a runaway.”
Ellen spoke. She spoke dully, al-
though she was in an agony of
anxiety and embarrassment.
“I didn’t tell Dick anything about
the house party—except that I’d
come home” she warned Tony.
“I shouldn’t think,” said Tony,
“that you’d have to tell him any
more. Alven's got sense.”
I “Which he doesn’t always use,’
Dick threw in. All at once he had
thrown down his palette. “You two
kids,” he said, “had better beat it
away from here. I’m tired. I can’t
work any more today. I suppose
you had something of that sort in
your mind when you came here,
Brander ?”
Tony still wasn’t speaking to
said. “You and Tony don’t belong
p together. You belong with fellows
like Sandy and with that Dick of
yours. Tony—Tony’s down my
street. It’s all so silly. It’s like
playing hide in the dark, and find-
ing you with the wrong person
" when the lights come up.”
k “Yes, isn’t it?” agreed Ellen.
She wouldn’t give Tony a chance to
say it first—she’d say it.
“I wonder,” said Jane, “why you
came to my house—”
“I wnder,” said Ellen, “why you
asked me?”
Tony spoke at last.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” he
said, it’s complicated enough with-
out—”
Ellen was smoothing the skirt
of her pretty dress.
“Yes,” she said, “it is—-compli-
cated enough with—without me.
I think,” her eyes were so bright
that only tears could have made
them so, “I think it’s just about
time that I did the conventional
like a spare tire. If you want an I
annulment any time you and
Jane—”
“You’d drop me as easily as
that?” said Tony. “You mean it?”
Ellen wanted to say that she
didn’t mean it; that she wouldn’t
give him up, not for fifty Janes.
But instead she made her mouth
into a straight line and lowered her
lashes so that Tony couldn’t look
into her eyes.
“I’d let you go as easily as I’d
let go of this—‘‘ she told him. She
opened her fingers and the huge
chiffon handkerchief that she was
carrying fluttered, like a dead, but-
terfly. to the conservatory floor.
“I’d—”
“Yes, you would!” said Tony
gruffly. All at once he had gather-
ed her so tightly into his arms that .
while.”
“Whereas,” answered Ellen, “I
haven’t!”
“Ah!” said Jane’s mother, “you
haven’t! You’ll have to love him a
great deal to make up for the time
you’ve missed.”
She was turning, and then—
“I’ll make your excuses to the
rest, at breakfast,” she said. “Don’t
you worry. And if you don’t want
to go down through the crowded
rooms, now, I’ll have the car wait
for you at the side door. It will take
you right to your door, of course.
Traffic is not heavy—this time of
night. It will be quicker than the
train—”
Ellen was looking at her.
“My mother’s hair,” said Ellen,
“was like your hair. Her eyes were
sweet—like your eyes. But she was
always so tired.”
“Pm tired, myself, most of the
time,” said Jane’s mother, and then
silently she had closed the door.
When Tony arrived ten minutes
and family removed from Mine a
Burton and gave up Durham Hall
negroes and plantation together
with lead mines and furances to his
son Stephen F. Austin. In 1818
James Elijah Brown, son of Moses
Austin, returned from Connecticut,
remained at home until June, 1819,
when he went to Kentucky near
Nicholas Ville at finish his educ-
ation under a Mr. Wilson.
“1819 Stephen F. Austin left the
Territory of Missouri and went to
reside in the Territory of Arkan-
sas, Red River at Long Branch.
Moses Austin left Missouri about
the first of May, 1820, and went
to the Little Rock in the Territory
of Arkansas where he remained
some months after which he pro-
ceeded on to San Antonio where he
arrived (after a journey through a
perfect wilderness and attended
anything either for a moment, and I
then—
“It’s quite all right,” she said,
- “we wer just rehearsing our big
scene.”
Jane took a step into the conser-
. vatory.
, “It seems to me,” she said at
last, and levelly, “that it’s always
a big scene, that it’s always a re-
hearsal. You and Tony aren’t mar-
ried, really—”
“Well,” Ellen extended her slim
left hand, “here’s the evidence, and
I have my marriage lines some-
where.”
If Tony had been clever enough
he could have read the desperation
of her bravado.
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