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The Radio Post, Fredericksburg, Texas.
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county. The Chamber of Commerce
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the rest I didn’t.”
“I think that was heroic.”
“It was," Tony agreed, with
dry little laugh.
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it’s hail! So we’ll simply hold this
meal over until night. The chicken
will be even better, the asparagus
we haven’t done, the rolls I’ll put
in the icebox and bake them to-
night !”
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German woman, and presently they
had all settled down to the new
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ing. Tony had put her gown and
her velvet slippers into Joe’s spare
room; she wore old white shoes
and a crisp checked gray apron
with a frivolous ruffle of white
about the throat that made her
blue eyes and dark hair look baby-
ish. Her cheeks were flushed with
heat, laughter, excitement; it was
always like playing house at Joe’s,
and it made her feel like a happy
little girl again.
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and she had built up the fire, had
swept and straightened, had fried
the fat little chickens and rubbed
garlic in the salad bowl of gay
painted Russian wood. And then
the telephone had brought the ex-
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compliments or protestations. But
she would have a sense of his com-
plete possession, his quiet domina-
tion of her and everything that
touched her. Just the way Larry
watched one—just the half smile in
his quizzical eyes—was enough to
give any woman a feeling of being
completely, adequately adored.
“Have you heard anything from
Larry?” Joe asked one Sunday,
when he and she happened to be
alone, and even the young birches
and poplars, and lashing against a
lashing sea. Everything out of
doors was splashing and dripping,
and smoking with blown mist. Joe
had called for Tony at eleven, and
torn her away from a happy bath-
ing scene in Brenda’s nursery. He
had explained that friends were
coming down from town, and that
he must have a special lunch.
These were important persons;
Professor Unger was—as Tony ex-
plained it to Brenda—“the most
distinguished something of some-
thing at Johns Hopkins,” and Tony
must come over to make the salad
and amuse the company on this
rainy day.
The babies being comfortably
asleep by this time, and Brenda
not too protestant, Tony had bun-
dled herself up for the ten-mile
drive, and had thrown herself
wholeheartedly, upon arriving, into
preparations for Joe’s guests. He
1. Prompt payment of claims. Many times death claims are
paid before the funeral.
2. Lowest possible cost consistent with safety.
3. Absolute protection—a policy for every member of the fam-
ily from two to 70 years, inclusive.
4. A planned program for continued growth. In the last 15 i
years the Austin Mutual has progressed until today it has
more than $19,000,000.00 of insurance in force.
5. A friendly, courteous information service. Investigate. Call
or write the home office at Austin for complete details.
H. C. KOCH, District Agent, Fredericksburg, Texas
Austin Mutual Life Insurance Co.
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you did?” the elder sister asked
a little timidly. ,
“Oh, yes.” 288
“And will you be terribly happy?
—of course you will be, when he
gets here.”
“Ah, my dear, if you knew,” Tony
said, under her breath.
“If—what?” Bren'da said, paus-
ing in the always fascinating busi-
ness of putting on Anthony’s hat
and coat. “I’m married! I know
it all! If—what?”
“If—nothing!” Tony said over
her shoulder, laughing.
“You finished your bottle, and
you were a good, good boy,” Brenda
said in an undertone to the baby.
“Don’t pull on Mother’s hair; no,
no, baby.”
Tony helped them both get away,
went down to the office in a dream.
Anything might happen now; any
moment might be her moment. She
had only to go her way quietly and
to wait.
The city room was languid on
Christmas day. Downtown streets
were deserted, streams of church-
goers gathered wherever there was
a church door, coming out after
the noonday services. She had gone
herself with Aunt Meg to church
this morning; she had prayed,
hardly knowing what she hoped or
feared. It was too soon to think
of hopes or fears.
Pictures of the scenes that were
taking place in the far-away French
seaside town drifted through her
mind. Ruth lying still, her eyes
closed, her waxen square little
hands closed—Tony could see them
in her mind, as she had so often
seen them!—resting with locked
fingers over her quiet heart. White
satin and lace, and the scent of
flowers—violets and lilies of the
valley.
She imagined Larry, tall and
grown and frowning and worried,
seeing to all the details, talking
things over with Caroline. And
all the time the old mother would
be placid and comfortable in her
sunshiny room upstairs, looking
wonderingly at the faces of her
nurses; smiling eagerly when they
brought her her lunch tray and be-
gan to feed her.
Mrs. Patterson had had a slight
stroke. Tony wrinkled her brows
trying to remember how long ago.
They had gone to China, and after
leisurely visits to Hongkong, Kobe,
Pekin, had gone on through the
Suez canal to Marseilles. That had
been late summer time. It was
more than a year ago. Then in Oc-
tober, idling at Nice, Larry had
been seriously ill, and afterward
Mrs. Patterson had been stricken
’down.
Immediately Ruth, always the de-
voted daughter, had rented a villa,
had established the whole family
comfortably within. Her mother
had been allotted two great sun-
shiny rooms with a water view;
two good nurses had been found
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lunch.
“And clear it will,” said
“This is a clearing shower.
about it all; Larry never did. There
would be no open exultation, no ville, Llano and Austin roads. The
Fredericksburg Phone No. 109
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gONY’S happiest times in this
• strange interval were spent with
Joe, in his isolated farm house on
the cliffs. From this base he made
many of his investigations among
the pools and rocks of the shore,
but he had had time to beatify the
place too, and most of the changes
were made at Tony’s suggestion.
Together they had designed the
great fireplace at the end of the
sitting room, and together had
shared the first successful fire there-
in. A gracious wide terrace, flagged
in terracotta red, had been opened
at the south side of the house; the
sitting room and dining room lost
something of their boxlike stiffness
through the line of French floor
windows, and the gay striped awn-
ing over the terrace sent a mellow
light through them both.
Tony knew the little domain
thoroughly now. She knew where
the salt box stood in the kitchen,
and how quickest to set the table
with the blue cups and dragon
plates that had come from San
Francisco’s Chinatown. She and Joe
had many busy hours together.
After Ruth’s death it was the only
place she wanted to go.
She knew what he felt for her, but
he never made her, uncomfortably
conscious of it. They were merely
the best of companions these days.
Joe always had another house guest
or two; a fellow scientist, spec-
tacled and garrulous; a musical
couple who kept the old piano go-
ing; a pair of wandering boys who
were working their way around the
world during the holidays.
To entertain all of these Tony
was at her happiest and brightest.
She and Joe planned meals, fussed
together in the kitchen, compounded
pot roasts and salads. Her beauty
was in its glory; she was twenty-
seven, now; a newspaper woman
of some years’ standing; confident
and superb in her role of friend and
companion to an interesting man.
In her heart she felt that the
last touch of romance was added to
the situation after Ruth’s death.
Somewhere in the world was the
brilliant man this brilliant and love-
ly woman loved. He was coming
for her; she would presently have
her marvelous hour. Under the
surface of the spring Sundays when
she and Joe—and sometimes Brenda
and Alvin and the boys, and some-
times Cliff and Mary Rose—were
moving through the familiar hours,
the thrilling consciousness that
Larry was somewhere in the world,
alive, thinking of her, flowed like a
shining current, sounded like a vi-
brant organ tone.
it had become almost routine for
her to go to Brenda on Saturday.
Sometimes Aunt Meg went too, for
Brenda was in more spacious quar-
ters. Sometimes Aunt Meg stayed
with Bruce or went to Aunt Sally;
often one of the newspaper men
was going down that way, and Tony
had a lift.
She would arrive in her city
clothes at about four, get into com-
fortable .cottons, sit with Brenda in
the sunny back yard, with Anthony
tottering about on the new grass,
and Georgie asleep in his shabby
coach beside them.
At noon Sundays Joe’s car al-
ways twinkled up; sometimes they
were all invited to lunch; usually
he and Tony went off contentedly
together. “The marriedest people
that ever weren’t married!” Brenda
commented, in irritation. “What
she’s thinking of, not to take Joe!”
Before Ruth’s death, when she
had put this question directly to
Tony, Tony had answered, “I don’t
know, Bendy. I’m crazy, I guess.
Joe’s ten thousand times too good
for me or any woman. He hasn’t
a fault, that I can see. He’s always
good-natured, always intelligent, al-
ways cheerful and hospitable and
affectionate and interested.”
After Ruth’s death she no longer
said this or said much at all. There
was a far-away light in her eyes;
she went into moments of dream-
ing, giving no explanation for her
abstraction, perhaps unconscious of
it. Joe was only one detail in the
vague, thrilling background of the
thoughts that glowed and shone like
hidden treasure in her soul.
How would Larry return to her?
Where would she first see him, the
tall figure with the little stoop to
the squared shoulders, the brown
face with its high-bridged nose and
glasses over keen gray eyes Would
he telephone very casually: “Tony?
This is Larry. I got in this morn-
ing. Will you come to lunch with
me at Jules’?”
Or would he be standing by her
desk in the city office some after-
noon? “Come and have dinner with
me, Tony. I’ve got to see Arnoldson
now; I’ll be upstairs until six. I’ll
get you then.”
And then after that, what? But
Tony’s breath would fail her as she
thought of the details; the happy
crowding details that included wed-
ding plans and home-finding, that
included new frocks and the order-
ing of the new cards of Mrs. Law-
rence Hillyard Bellamy, that in-
eluded trips in Larry’s car—the his-
toric car of their two roadside acci-
dents—trips to the beach for lunch,
and down to Monterey to see Bendy,
and over to Carmel to cook dinner
for Joe.
He wouldn’t make much fuss
year, the Chamber of Commerce
secured employment for laborers,
and domestic workers; listed
housing accomodations and secured
homes for new families and citiz-
ens; assisted civic organization in
their activities; and answered in-
quiries about road information,
local industries, farm and ranch,
hunting and fishing and routed
Facts & Comments—
(Contined from last week)
down by his illness; it had been
some low troublesome form of ty-
phoid, and it had left him weak
and lazy. Caroline wrote Joe amus-
ing accounts of his willingness to
be managed, to be idle.
Tony had never seen Nice; she
visualized it as best she could. A
scimitar-sweep of Mediterranean
shore; big hotels close to the wa-
ter; villas set up on the steep bare
hills. Ruth’s villa was the “Casa
Santa Teresa”; it had once be-
longed to the duke of—something.
Abruzzi—di Borgia?—one of those
familiar Italian names.
Now they would give up the villa
—or could they, with Ruth’s old
mother installed there, perhaps not
well enough to move? Tony would
have a letter some day; any day,
there was no hurry, and then she
would know all about everything.
Meanwhile, there was the office.
There were dull days and excit-
ing days; there was always much
gossip and rumor to consider, and
the Fitch-Muzzy affair to watch.
Mae Ethyl was wearing white furs
now, and had moved from the fam-
ily domicile in Ingleside Terrace
to a small apartment downtown. “It
seemed better for me to be nearer
my work,” said Mae Ethyl. Flo
Danielson was gone, and the Ol-
sens, of the big eastern newspaper
chain, had an interest in the pa-
per; Tony knew Larry was hold-
ing but a passive position among
the stockholders; now and then
they wired him for an option, that
was all.
For the rest, there was the home
apartment, comfortable enough with
its books and lamps, with Asterbel
doing almost all the work nowa-
days, and there were Bruce’s in-
terests to follow; Bruce was a soph-
omore at the state university
and came home only for week-ends.
There were Aunt Meg, affectionate
and amusing and loyal, and occa-
sional encounters with magnificent
Aunt Sally, and happy visits with
Brenda. Brenda’s second boy,
Gecrge Alvin Atwater, junior, was
only a few weeks older than Cliff’s
baby daughter; Cliff and Mary
Rose came down to Pacific Grove
for Cliff’s vacation, and the sisters
and brother and the small cousins
had happy hours together. Alvin
had been put on the hospital staff
and was building up a good prac-
tice; Brenda was assisted at home
by a dark-faced, heavy little Mex-
ican maid named Rita, who chopped
up and stewed everything upon
which she could lay her hands,
whether it were the carefully pre-
pared salad or the strawberries
Tony brought down for a special
treat. Fortune had smiled at last
on the Tafts.
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had said.
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“Shall you cable, Tony?” This
was Cliff.
“No, I think not.” Tony fell si-
lent, thinking.
But to Cliff, when she was saying
good-night at the door, and to Bren-
da the next day she added: “I’m
not going to write him. I’m not
even going to think about it. When
he comes back—as of course he will
—then’ll be time enough. I shouldn’t
care if it was a year from now. Any
time!”
“Oh, Tony,” said Brenda, “it’s
terribly sad. But it means your
happiness coming , along. Nothing
can stop it now!”
/ Tony was standing at the window
of Brenda’s apartment at the Pal-
ace. Anthony was wallowing rap-
turously on the bed with his bottle;
in a few minutes the Atwaters would
be on their way back to Monterey
in the doctor’s shabby little car.
Tony had come down in the morning
to discuss the great change with
Brenda.
“I suppose not, ’ she said slowly,
looking down into busy Market
street. “But I won’t think of it. I’m
going to keep busy and not think.
I’m working hard. Time—only time
can tell what’s going to happen.”
“Tony, have you thought that it
was lucky—no, that’s not the word
—have you thought that it was-
strange that Larry was in Paris?”
“Yes, I did think of that,” Tony
laughed ruefully, without turning
from her scrutiny of the street.
“Have you heard from him at
all, Tony?”
“Oh, yes. At first he wrote. Ten
letters—twelve. I destroyed them.
One or two, at first, I read. But
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As stated, I am not fighting
anybody or any party, but merely
demanding justice for struggling
mankind. Justice cannot be attain-
ed by compromising with injustice.
To mete out justice it is first nec-
essary to clean house from attic to
cellar. We must sweep down the
cobwebs which litter the corners of
the democratic castle and wipe the
dirt from unsightly windows. If
Louisiana tax evaders deserved to
be prosecuted during the life of
Huey Long when they were first
indicted, then prosecution ought to
be had against the guilty who have
not been brought to trial. If Texans
ought to vote for Roosevelt because
two certain men are against him,
then what about that other fellow
whose activities caused such an up-
roar among the kid democrats? If
it is right to laud Texas anti-trust
laws now, then why were those
laws condemned and the demand
made from Washington for their
repeal when the 43rd Legislature
was in session? Frankly speaking,
it is my opinion that there is a lot
more wrong with present-day poli-
ticians than there is with the con-
stitution. I am for progressive and
liberal reform, but I oppose any
compromise with injustice in an at-
tempt to institute reform. It simply
can’t be done that way.
* * *
Last week I reminded you that
I would comment on the Republican
show at Cleveland in this issue, but
these other things bobbed up to
claim my attention. I will get to
the matter next week without fail.
Be it understood, that I am of the
opinion that both parties have good
planks in their platforms, but I in-
tend to point out the fallacy of
their political hot air demands.
Unless both parties clean house,
and I mean CLEAN HOUSE, we
will be confronted with a choice
between Nazism, facism or com-
munism. Instead of spewing hot
air, it is necessary to find a solu-
tion to the difficulties confronting
us in order to avoid bankruptcy
and future trouble.
main portion of the work was, of
course, done by the Commissioner’s,
Court and Commissioner Gerhard,
Jenschke and Judge Wieser deserve
special mention, as does R. L. Kott,
member of this special committee,
for this services. The matter of
securing highway construction was
a difficult task. Lack of funds on
the part of the State and a lack
of available unemployed laborers
stood in the way of accomplishing
extensive results. An appropri-
ation of over 90,000 for the Harper
Road and a smaller appropriation
for the Lano Road both went by
default because all availableW.P.A.
labor was taken up on other county
projects. The County judge and
chairman of the committee made
more than half a dozen trips to
Austin, but succeeded only in se-
curing to date contracts for three
bridges on Highway 20. These
bridges will cost approximately
$150,000. Promises have been
obtained for the letting of the con-
tract of the part of the Kerrville
road to the third crossing on the
Pedernales, covering grading and
drainage structures and including
a bridge in he city over Barron’s
Creek and over live Oak Creek.
Much of the work of the Cham- ,
ber of Commerce is intangible and
often results in achievements which ,
may be important to the city. Sup- ;
plying information for strangers
and visitors, getting out publicity ;
to newspapers handling voluminous ;
correspondence often results in ,
community benefit. During the j
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Fredericksburg despite the fact
that we have been handicaped in
many ways. We welcome sug-
gestions and'constructive criticism.
Make a suggestion - the board of
directors will be glad to consider
suggestions at all times.
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Other Committee Activities
A committee from the Chamber
of Commerce made application and
submitted a request to the Centen-
nial Commission for funds to pay
off the out-standing indebtedness
on the Pioneer Memorial and for a
monument here which request was
granted.
Applications for government
stallions out of Fort Reno, Okla-
homa, were secured .and placed in
the county.
Assisted the concert band in peti-
tioning the City Commission to
maintain and establish a municipal
band.
A committee collected and ar-
ranged for new street decorations.
During the floods of last sum-
mer, a survey of the county was
made for the U. S. Government for
use in the various agencies in con-
sidering emergensy grants for re-
construction work.
Completed a survey and compil-
ed the data for the historicl mark-
ers to be placed in the county and
were given four such markers.
Highway Activities
The principal activities of the
Chamber of Commerce consisted in
the co-operation of its special high-
way committee with the Commis-
sioner’s Court in securing the
right-of-way requested by the
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