Honey Grove Signal. (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, February 5, 1897 Page: 4 of 4
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iCTDRT FOB MCKINLEY.
The reason why Major McKinley is thr
unanimous choice of the people is becaus-
they believe that his views on tariff, mone;
and government are correct. The reasoL
why Dr. Sawyer's Family Cure i* tbr
unanimous choice of the people is becaus
U makes the weak strong and vigorous
ELDER J. M. HAUGHEY.
For a period of about ten years my wife
and myself have observed the wonderful
benefits received from the use of your
Family Cure for all diseases of the stom-
ach, liver, kidneys and the blood, and most
cheerfully recommend it to all sufferers.
Mason
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$1.00, 50c. and 25c.
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refunded with every box of Dr. Sawyer's
Pastilles, which cures all diseases peculiar
to worae^ Price. J1. AO per box.
;on City, III.
THE SONG OF THE OX WAGON.
ble to pay the native troops, let
i lone foreign ones. That was enough
0 make the hungry Circassians an-
•;ry, was it not? A little way be-
yond the valley of the Sweet Wa-
ters, which is a place of fashionable
resort, equivalent, or thereabout,
to our Central park, those soldiers
of a hundred patriotic battles had
located their camp and were utter-
ing discontent in a way that was
very disagreeable to the Tui'kish
government. It was in order to see
them that Antonio, and I left the
Pera hotel at 11 o'clock at night.
Escaping being torn to pieces by
the rival boatmen of Tophana, I
tumbled down into the cradle of a
neat caique, which, because it is a
pattern boat, I will describe. It is
long and sharp at both ends, and at
both ends it is boarded over, to pre-
vent shipping seas, with varnished
planks, crossed at the top with little
crowning rails of gilt carving, very
dainty and very smart. The cradle
where I lay, my back against where
the cockswain would'be seated in an
American gig, was lined with red
cushions and white lambskins.
There were two boatmen, because
the Sweet Waters, where we were to
land, was far up the Bosporus, and
it was tolerably hard work, even
for them, brawny and accustomed
to rowing as they were.
Antonio, my scoundrel of a guide,
held forth on the white minarets,
looking ghostlike in the moonlight
and on the dark cypress trees, throw-
ing their heavy shaking shadows
athwart the phosphorescent water.
He bade me observe how the caique-;
jee (boatman) fastens his oars by
leather loops to pegs on the sides of
the boat, - hich had no rowlocks—a
simple plan that prevents them ever
being lost unless they break in some
of the whirling and impetuous cur-
rents of the Bosporus. Every time
1 looked the boatmen laughed with
all their teeth and said afirmatively,
"Bono, Johnny," upon which I call-
ed out authoritatively, "Chapuk!
(Quick, quick!) and to which they
invariably replied by saying, "Ya-
wash, y a wash,'' meaning: " No hur-
ry. All in good time."
Antonio, as we progressed, grad-
ually transferred his conversation
from myself to the boatmen. At
that time I knew very little of their
sweet sounding jargon, and natural-
ly feeling uninterested I closed my
eyes and sunk into a reverie, to be
aroused therefrom by one of the
boatmen using a Turkish phrase, the
meaning of which was known to me,
in tones of the deepest disgust.
Their fierce and furtive glances, to-
gether with the frequent use of that
one phrase, which might be trans-
lated thus, "Dogof an infidel," con-
firmed a sudden suspicion that I was
in a serious scrape. I was so seated
that, although my face was not seen
by them, I could discern their fea-
tures and gestures plainly.
"Chapuk 1" I cried imperiously,
knowing that it is generally best to
show no white feather.
"Yawash, yawashi" replied the
boatmen defianUy.
~~M'No hurry, sare," said Antonio,
ligjtffc?/~iis chibouk and puffing
a\^PR'mplacently.
jfrHow I regretted having left the
Pera hotel at that unseemly hour to
see a parcel of Circassian ragamuf
fins, who were perhaps not worth
seeing! How roundly I swore that
if it were permitted me to issue
scathless from that scrape I would
never be out after dark again in
Turkey!
Past the Maiden's tower, a sort of
legendary lighthouse that stands on
a rock at the entrance of the Golden
Horn opposite Scutari; past long
lines of vessels and rows of dark red
holy waltzing and their demoniac wooden houses with broad flat roofs
howling. Priests had left their lofty i and cellarlike boathouses; past plane
minarets for the night. The sultan trees and cypressseB, silent caiques
had sunk into a trance. The ba- i and coffee houses, with here and
zaars, where notions of' all nations , there a dead lump of carrion bob
are sold, were barred and bolted up. | king like a float in the moonlight,
The coffee shops had quenched their SWollen and horrible, we reachec.
charcoal fires. The beggars on the at last the Sweet Water meadows
Capt. Jas. A. Duffey,
OF TOLEDO, OHIO.
Tha Great Railway Detective Tells What Dr.
Miles' Remedies Have Done
For Himself and Wife.
This is the song of the straining span, thi
tune of the tattered tilt,
Of the slow essays in perilous ways of the
wagon stoutly built;
The song that was sung in the ancient tongue,
when the days of the world dawned gray,
The creaking croon of the disselboom, the
song that is sung today.
East and west and south and north the first-
born herdsmen spread,
From thi waters clear of the high Pamir, from
the ancient Oxus bed.
On and on to the plains of the Don their creak-
ing wagons ran,
And the disselboom showed out the doom that
has given the earth to man.
Over the sands of the thirsty lands, under a
brazen sky,
Where the only law men bow before is the law
of the assegai;
Forth and forth to the dim far north where
the broad Zambezi flows,
Still to.lay in the ancient way the rumbling
wagon goes.
Through the forest ways where the wild things
graze, the dappled, the fawn, the gray,
Where the tall "Kameel" at sunset steal like
ghosts to the silent vley,
Where the lions drink at the reedy brink of
the slowly shallowing pan,
The disselboom shows out the doom that hag
given the earth to man.
Slow and slow the wagons go by thicket and
thorn and pool,
Bnt their thin path traced on the homeless
waste is the road of the coming rule,
And in dread of that track the wild slinks
back and the thief and the beasts give
place
To the farm and field and the yearly yield of
the men of the wiser race.
East and we3t and south and north, from the
days of the dawn till now,
Ere grass was burned or sod was turned by
the share of the furrowing plow,
This was the tune of the tattered tilt, the
song of the straining span,
How the disselboom points out the doom that
has given the earth to man.
—St. James Gazette.
IN PERIL.
It was nig^rt. I was in my bed-
room at the Pera< hotel listening to
the silence, if you will allow me to
make a bull. It was but half past
10, and the Turkish city, never very
wide awake, had now gone calmly
fast to sleep. All lights were put
out, and no sound was to be heard,
even in Pera, but the occasional
howl of a street dog that some bit-
ten watchman had beaten with his
staff. Dervishes had ceased their
bridge had dragged home their
stumps and sores. The soldiers of
the porte were in their barracks
dreaming of a revolt. Yiziers laid
their uneasy heads on silken pil-
lows. The "sick man's" dying city
was dead asleep, and it made one
sleepy to feel even near 600,000 sleep-
ers. Human nature is imaginative.
When it sees eating, it wants to eat,
and when it sees sleeping it wants
to sleep. Besides, did I not know
that my countrymen in Pera were
wavering in their allegiance to the
pleasant king of midnight and
were half of them yawning and
stretching over billiards and domi-
nos and looking with affright at
the two uplifted clock hands ? Turks,
who have no amusements, go to bed
early.
I was sitting at the window of my
bedroom, meditative, one boot off
and one boot on, wondering if there
was ever a minute, day or night,
gince Constantino was placed in his
porphyry tomb that some wild dog
had not barked in Pera, when a tap
came at my door. I put my boot on
and bade the visitor open the door.
It was Antonio, my dragoman, or
courier, .whom I had hired that day,
and thus he spoke:
"Monsieur, sare, nous avons. We
'ave got the fareman for the night."
Firman, you must know, is an
Asiatic word, signifying, in this in-
stance, a passport.
"Oh, have you? All right, Anto-
nio. I am ready," said I, buttoning
up my coat to the last button and
adjusting my hat before the mirror.
"Vera good," returned my Alba-
nian guide, who, by the way, had
the most 'illainous face imagina-
ble. "Come on, sare."
>That firman, the sultan's gracious
' permission—gracious, but expensive
—cost me 250 piasters, or about $28.
Be it known unto you, reader,
that ever so many Circassians—re-
cently whipped by the Russians in
spite of their devoted courage and
the genius of their leader, Schamyl
—had been offered a few piasters
per diem to join the army of the
porte, had accepted the offer read-
ily, knowing that Turkey was the
natural enemy of the land of vermin
and steppes, and had been apprised
on arriving at Stamboul after many
hungry days of forced marching
ever countries innocent of bridges
and of roads that the porte was un-
where the deserted caiques were
gathered thick as carriages round
the door of the Theatre Francais.
I had a mind to make those two
villainous boatmen row me back
again, because, as we were near one
of the sultan's tinselly Italian pal
aces, neither they nor the audacious
Albanian dare attempt violence just
then, but unfortunately I was trou
bled with a weakness called pride
which troublesome infirmity
should advise my readers, if ever
they are placed in similar circum
stances, to conquer right away. A1
though I felt I thereby placed my
life in jeopardy, I could not for the
life of me take the certain way of
escape that offered itself and deter
mined to pursue at all hazards the
object for which I had set out.
The two boatmen jumped on land
and drawing the caique almost high
and dry so that we should not wet
our feet stood with ready palms
held out to receive their pay. I gave
a few piasters to each, and then an
animated conversation ensued be
tween my dragoman and them, con
ducted in Turkish, and in which the
constant repetition of the phrase be
fore translated again occurred.
"Dey will wait, sare," said the
Albanian at its conclusion..
"All right," I returned, affecting
more coolness than I felt, for I had
no arms with me bigger than a pen-
knife, and I had seen them produce
during the palaver bright, ugly look-
ing knives from their voluminous
sleeves. "Chapuk! I want to get
back soon."
Antonio uttered a valediction to
his (as I supposed them) accomplices,
and we entered a defile whose quick-
ly heightening sides were topped
with regular rows of cypress trees.
In a little while on either side, be-
fore and behind, there was nothing
but impenetrable darkness visible,
and above, the sky, now overcast
with clouds, was starless and gloomy.
The dragoman led the way, stealing
on with a lithe, sure step and waft-
ing clouds of perfume from his chi-
bouk. Trying to divest myself of
the conviction that I was about to
become the victim of an already
concocted plot, bringing forth a
whole array of arguments to justify
that attempt, and yet peering nerv-
ously into the darkness right and
left, anon in the direction of the Al-
banian and then shrinkingly behind
ETECTIVE work requires constant
vigilance, steady nerves, a clear
head and active brain."A year ago,"
writes Oapt. Duffey, of 631 Orchard St., Tole-
do, Ohio, "I overworked myself, was in
such a condition sleep was impossible. I was
so nervous I could not
lie in bed; my arms
and limbs twitched
and my system seemed
completely exhausted.
I began using Dr.
Miles' Nervine and the
fourth bottle restored
me to health, Mrs.
Duffey had suffered for eighteen years with
heart disease, had tried every remedy with-
out avail until she took Dr. Miles' New
Heart Cure two years ago. For the past
year she has been free from the trouble."
Dr. Miles' Remedies are sold by all drug-
gists under a positive guarantee, first bottle
benefits or money refunded. Book on Heart
and Nerves sent free to all applicants.
DE. MILES MEDICAL CO., Elkhart, Ind.
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me, I followed without a protest in
his footsteps, just as a lamb goes to
the slaughter house.
He carried a lamp such as all drag-
omans carry in the nighttime, and
suddenly bethinking myself of this
I asked him to light it.
"Presently, sare," he said. "We
shall come into plenty light soon.
To the best of my belief we had
now gone about half a mile. Once
or twice I fancied I heard a footfall
in our rear and with a contraction
of the heart half turned to face an
anticipated assailant, but nothing
emerged from the darkness, and I
resumed my journey, perturbed and
painfully suspicious. The clouds
suddenly thinned before the watery
moon, and the irregular walls of an
old tumble down ruin, formerly a
mosque of much repute, but now a
playhouse for all the little Turks in
the villages roundabout, loomed di-
rectly before us, the defile ending
abruptly at the mouth of a rude
road on the right.
The Albanian proposed lighting
the lamp in this ruin, as on account
of a gusty wind it would be difficult
to light it outside.
I thought his proposal rather un
called for, since we had the moon,
but acquiesced quietly and followed
him 'into the mosque, which had
been built up in that semioriental
Byzantine style that, back through
Venice, spread throughout Europe,
even in Canute of England's time,
I was interested in this relic of
other age and momentarily forgot
my suspicions. Antonio stepped into
a vault which was still almost en
tire and which had once in all prob
ability been the refectory where the
dervishes, or priests, partook mod-
erately of food. He opened the door
of the gaudy lantern, which would
have reminded you of Aladdin's
and striking a match lit the wick.
"You wait. Me fill chibouk,'
said he, setting the lantern down.
I ,was seized from behind and
thrown violently to the ground
falling with my hip on a sharp stone
that made me lame for weeks after.
I turned round without rising, be
ing then unable, on account of the
wound I had received, and saw one
stalwart assailant cover me with a
gUn and the other behind him grasp
the hilt of a disagreeable knife.
Antonio held the lamp aloft and
seemed to regard the whole affaif
as a capital joke.
The boatman with the gun spoke
fiercely in Turkish, and the Albani
an, turning to me, said: "Want
money, sare. Give 'em money, you
go safe."
It was very unpleasant looking up
the muzzle of that gun and feeling
that the slightest movement might
endanger my life, but I am an
American and disliked the cavaliei:
manner of those Turkish dogs,
was just about to defy them to do
their worst when I heard the tread
of men outside. I shouted out for
help at the top of my voice, and six
Turkish soldiers, headed by an ofii
cer, came into the ruin at a trot and
halted at the entrance of the vault
covering us all with their match
locks.
That villainous Albanian, as soon
as he saw how quickly the tables
were turned, ran forward and com
menced a fierce denunciation of his
accomplices.
"Inglis subjek?" asked the Turk
ish officer, turning to me.
The English, you must know, have
so bullied and browbeaten the Turks
that they would rather allow
English murderer to go scot free
than come into collision with them.
"American subject," I answered
succeeding in a painful attempt to
rise. Then I made him understand
by suitable gestures that the Alba-
nian and the two boatmen were all
alike culpable, and they were pres
ently deprived of their knives and
the gun, each one of them placed
between two men and marched
toward the spot where we had land
ed.
Outside the ruin the road was full
of Turkish soldiers, all going in the
direction of the Circassian encamp
ment for the purpose of overawing
that brave and turbulent people.
Judges are very corrupt in Tur
key. The Albanian contrived
bribe himself out of the clutches of
the law, but the two boatmen were
very properly punished.—New York
News.
THE JERUSALEM CHAMBER.
A CeleXerated Kecess In tlie Wall of West-
minster Abbey.
In the southwest wall of West-
minster abbey a narrow recess
shows an old oak; door. Behind it is
passage leading into a small room
with finely carved paneling called
the Jericho parlor, which leads into
the celebrated Jerusalem chamber.
This chamber is of profound modern
interest in that it was the scene of
the 1611 and 1884 revisions of the
Bible, in the latter instance the
United States taking a most promi-
nent part.
The Jerusalem chamber is also of
great historic interest, being one of
the few remains of the old palace of
Westminster, which for centuries
was distinct and separate from the
abbey. Many rooms in the old pal-
ace had similar fanciful names, sucli
as Heaven, Paradise and the Antioch
chambers.
The Jerusalem chamber was built
by Abbot Litlington in 1386 and waS
so named from the colored glass
brought from Jerusalem which dec-
orates it. The room is rectangular in
ie, wainscoted with cedar and
other woods, all of which were
brought from the Holy Land. The
ceiling and the upper part of the
walls are frescoed, and here and
there hang costly tapestries, which
Henry VIII placed in the choir oi
the abbey, but which have since
been removed to this room. Ths
splendid cedar mantelpiece was put
up in commemoration of the mar-
riage of Charles I, then Prince of
Wales, with the Princess Henrietta
Maria of France. The carved and
wooden heads on either side of the
mantelshelf represent the royal pair.
One of the frescoes depicts King
Henry IV, who breathed his last
within these walls in 1413. This
event occurred 25 years after the
room was built and was doubtless
the first really important incident
in its history, for celebrated, indeed
sacred, as the chamber has since
become, at its construction it was
only intended as the withdrawing
room for the guests of Abbot Lit-
lington. \
King Henry, with the uneasy con-
science of a usurper and a supersti-
tious belief in a prophecy that fore-
told his death at Jerusalem, decided
upon a crusade to the Holy Land.
The crusade, which the king deemed
ample atonement for his sins, was,
however, too long deferred. Prepar-
atory to leaving on his journey to
Jerusalem,while praying before the
shrine of St. Edward the Confessor
in the abbey, he was stricken with
a mortal sickness, and, in the words
of the old chronicle, "they for his
comfort bore him into the abbot's
place and laid him down before the
fire in this chamber."
On coming to himself and learn
ing that he was in the chambel
named Hierusalem, then said the
king, "Laud be to thee, Father oi
heaven, for now I know that I shall
die in this chamber, according to
the prophecy made of me before
said, that I should die in Hierusa-
lem," and so he made himself ready
and died shortly after.
The body of Addison lay in state
in this room, whence it was borne
at the dead of night to its last rest-
ing place in the chapel of Henry
VII, the procession passing round
the shrine of Edward the Confessot
and the choir singing a funeral
hymn. From the Jerusalem cham
ber also the body of Sir Isaac New
ton was carried to the grave, the
pall being bornQ by the lord chan
cellor and by dukes and earls.—Ex-
change.
The Japanese New Tear.
The Japanese literally "turn ovel
a new leaf" on New Year's day; the
house is cleaned and swept, new
garments are made, the family
shrines are brightened up. All debts
are paid, and even the streets are
elaborately decorated with bamboo,
pine and other native plants and
festoons of tiny oranges. The na
tional flag—the rising sun on
white ground—floats from every
house front; the girls, in their best
clothes, powdered and painted, play
battledoor and shuttlecock; the boyS
fly kites—great monsters painted on
paper stiffened by bamboo strips—
and the very small children play
with pretty balls made of cotton and
wound with various colored silk
threads,
All work stopR, and for three days
presents are exchanged. These are
usually sweetmeats put up in deco
rated boxes of wood or paper.—Chi
cago Record.
Br. Fahrney's Big Book.
Of "biggest books in the world,"
there is no end, but it is believed
that the blankbook of greatest
weight, size and bulk belongs to an
eccentric physician of Baltimore,
one Pr. Fahrney. It was made in
Chicago in 1891. It weighs exactly
280 pounds and 7 ounces and has
leaves made of the very best rope
manilla. The cover of this giant of
books weighs 50 pounds and is pro-
vided with two complicated pad-
locks. The book cost the doctor $5.
—St, Louis Republic.
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ONE BLANKET A YEAR.
The Beautiful and Patient Weaving of the
Navajo Indians.
Exactly the most perfect blanket.
Neither Ottoman ringers nor British
machines have ever produced its
peer. The only thing I know of to
surpass it is to be fotmd among the
astounding prehistoric fabrics we
have exhumed in the mummy mines
of Peru, but they are not blankets.
And this matchless weaving is the
handiwork, not of some old world
craftsman, not of a trained heir of
civilization, but of a wild animal—a
dirty, foxy, barbarous denizen of a
corner of the Great American desert.
A Navajo Indian of New Mexico
and Arizona cannot vie with the
modern Turk in rugs nor with the
extinct Yunca in fringes, but when
it comes to blankets he can beat the
world, or, rather, he could, for it is
nearly a generation since a Navajo j
blanket of strictly the first class has j
been created. Here is a lost art, not
because the Navajoes no longer
know how, but because they will 110
longer take the trouble. They make
thousands of blankets still—thick,
coarse, fuzzy things, which are the
best camping blankets to be had
anywhere and most comfortable
robes—but of the superb old pon-
chos and zerapes for chiefs—those
iron fabrics woven from vayeta, a
Turkish cloth imported specially for
them and sold at $6 a pound, unrav-
eled by them and its thread rein-
carnated in an infinitely better new
body—not one has been woven in 20
years. It is a loss to the world, but
the collector who began in time can
hardly be philanthropist enough to
lament the deterioration which has
made it impossible that even the
richest rival shall ever be able to
match his treasures.
There are still Navajoes—20,000 of
them—and there is still vayeta, and
as there are people who would give
$500 for an absolutely first class
vayeta blanket you might fancy
that the three things would pool,
but that is to forget the Navajo. He
is a barbarian, to whom enough is
an elegant sufficiency. By weaving
the cheap and wretched blankets of
today—wretched, that is, as works
of art—he can get all the money he
desires. Why, then, toil a twelve-
month over a blanket for $500—
which is more coin than he can
imagine anyhow—when a week's
work will bring $5 ?
The art of the Navajo blanket is
as old as Plymouth rock and almost
as bigoted. You can tell a genuine
just as far as you can see it. It is a
curious fact, known to the student,
that when left to himself the Indian
never blunders in color. It is only
when too long rubbed with our
shoddy civilization and
collections in the world could match
today swathed about the corpse and
covered with six feet of earth, and
you can fancy if that would make a
collector gnash his teeth.—"Land of
Sunshine."
Very Inquisitive.
The late Mr. T. E. Pritt, in his
book, "An Angler's Basket," tells
that an ancient boatman of Kinross,
whose acquaintance he made on
Loch Leven many years ago, had
been privileged in his young days
to row Sir Walter S cott about the
lake and round the caBtle island dur-
ing the time he was gathering ma-
terial for "The Abbo t." In reply to
Mr, Pritt's question as to what Sir
Walter was like, the boatman an-
swered with unconscious truth and
humor that he was a "varra
aueesitive auld gentleman."
HOUSES
AND
LANDS
SOLD, BOUGHT,
EXCHANGED,
OR RENTED.
We attend to Collection- of
Rents, or sell or buy on
order.
All property placed in our
hands advertised free of
Charge.
We have customers to rent
houses, buy farms and
city property. If you
have property to sell, let
us know and well find a
purchaser.
If you want to buy, just let
us know, and we'll find a
seller.
A Few of Our Bargains.
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Horribl© Exhibition of Turkish Brutality.
An old gentleman,, an Armenian
stood at the ticket office of the
steamboat company buying his
ticket to go to the upper Bosporus
A policeman came up and rather
roughly searched his person. The
old gentleman naturally remonstrat-
ed with some warmth. The police
man instantly knocked him down
The poor old man picked himself
up, and the policeman knocked him
down again. Upon this a Turkish
army officer came out of a coffee
shop and rebuked the policeman for
his brutality to an old man. To
justify himself the policeman de-
clared that the old mam had car
tridges in his' pocket. Then so.me
one yelled "Kill the giaour!" In
moment a crowd of ruffia ns spran
forward from no one knows whart
lurking places, and in less time th> a
it takes to tell it they had beaten-
out the old man's brains on the
planks in front of the steamer
wharf.
Two small Armenian boys stood,
by, paralyzed with terror at this,
sudden exhibition of passions of
which they had no idea. One of t e>
bludgeon men noticed them and
shouted out, "These also are Arme-
nians !" In a moment moi e the cry-
ing, pleading boys had been beat( a
to death before the eyes oil the offi-
cers and of the horror stricken pas-
sengers who were waiting for the
steamer. But neither officers, nor
police, nor passengers had aught to
say to the murderers.—"A Bystand-
er's Notes of a Massacre,1' by Yvan
Troshine, in Scribner's.
I was nervous, tired, irritable
and cross. Karl's Clover Root
Tea has made me well and happy.
Mrs. E. B. Wordsn.
For sale by Geo. A. Dailey.
What Jarred.
"Come, old man," said the kind
friend,'' cheer up. There are others.''
"I don't mind her breaking the
engagement so very much,'' said the
despondent young man, "but to
think that I have got to go on pay-
ing the installments on the ring for
a year to come yet! That is what
jars."—London F im.
The Mosquito.
Baron de la Tour estimates that
the mosquito vibrates its wings 50
times a second. This inconceivably
rapid motion is said to be due to the
fact that the muscles moving the
wings are very curiously arranged
in groups or clusters, and while one
set is in motion another is at rest.
Milk In Spain.
The Spanish milkman or maid, as
the case may be, has no chance to
impose upon the customer. When
the milk is delivered, it is literally
in bulk. The milkman drives around
his flock of goats to each customer's
house, ascertains how much mil
needed, sits down and draws the fpq
uisite quantity.
with the ease and cheapness of our
accursed aniline dyes that he perpe-
trates atrocities. His eye for color
is elemental and absolutely correct.
Eed is king, and no bastard magen-
ta, mauve or lake, but true red.
Blue is good because it stands for
the sky, and green because it is the
grass, and yellow for the sun, and
white for the clouds and snow, and
these are the only colors found in a
strictly perfect Navajo blanket. To
the Indian color is a part of reli-
gion, and purples and pinks and
other devil's colors he never can
use until he is fully corrupted. The
blanket of today is the most graphic
witness to the falling off of the abo-
rigine that ever came into court. It
is full of hues that any decent In-
dian knows to be literally infamous.
A generation ago a Navajo would
have been put to death by his peo-
ple if simply found in possession of
one of these witch colors. But the
true old blanket was as perfect in
its color scheme as in its weaving,
and I have blankets which have for
75 years done duty on an adobe floor.
Of course at all times these gems
were comparatively few. Not every
Navajo weaver was a master, and
not so many could afford a blanket
whose thread cost $6 a pound as
could "stand" the natural wool at
30 cents. But what has done most
to make the old time perfect blanket
scarce is the fact that it was almost
'nvariably buried with its owner.
In the Christian graveyards of the
Pueblos, in the barbaric lonely last
cuddling places of Navajo captains,
the vast majority of the perfect
blankets have gone to the worms. I
myself have seen ponchos not three
Studying Law.
"Whatever success I have attain-
ed at the bar was attained without
course at a law school," writes ex-
President Harrison in The Ladies'
Home Journal in reply to a request
from the editor of The Journal that
poisoned jje Would answer a correspondent as
to the possibility of making a suc-
cess at law without a course at a law
school. "I studied law in the office
of a leading law firm in Cincinnati.
That a course of lectures by able
professors upon the law, as upon
any other subject, is valuable to the
student I do not doubt. But these
professors derive their information
from books to which the student
has access, and he may grub knowl-
edge for himself if he has the requi-
site pluck ■ nd industry. The observa-
tion and ' sual instruction which a
student gets in a law office are of the
first value to a practitioner."
Extreme Modesty.
"I think," said the minister's
wife, "that you ought to cultivate
more vehemence in your elocution.''
"You rr "an that I ought to make
more nois^ ?"
'' I believe that might help to make
your sermons more popular."
'' I doubt it very much. In fact,
I am afraiu that method would have
the opposite effect and send some
members of the congregation away
with an unfavorable impression."
"I don't see why."
"You know, my dear, that most
people are liable to be ill natured
when they have just been awakened
from a sound sleep."—Washington;
Star.
The Poppy.
The name of the poppy is, accord-
ing to Henderson, the best authority
on plant names, derived from the
Latin expression signifying "pap, or
thick milk." The juice of the pop-
py, in its original state, is used by
Indian mothers to quiet their chil-
dren.
No. 245. 85 acres improved
ulack land 3 12 miles east from
Honey Grove. Price $2975, terms
■any,
No. 290. 1200 acres unimprov-
ed sandy land, 3 miles northwest
iron Cothrans Store, in Lamar
county, Texas. Will cut up in
racts to suit purchasers. Price
$4 per acru, easy terms.
No. 200. 200 acres good med-
um black land, 4 miles north from
doney Grove, 175 acres in culti-
vation, laige frame d.veiling, good
water. Price $3000, easy terms.
No 229. 440 a* res finest quality
of black land in Collin County, Tex-
ts, addjoining R. R. station, all in
ultivation, six-tenant houses.
Price $15,500, reasonable terms.
No. 225 76 1-2 acres bestqual-
ty black land 1 1-2 miles north-
west trom Honey Grove, 70 acres
0 fine cultivation; good, new.
name dwelling house, new large
;arn. This is one of the best im-
proved small farais in the state.
Price $300U.
No. 236. 80 acres fine timbered
andy land, unimproved, 5 miles
iorth trom Honey Grovo. $10
^er acre if taken at once, 12 cash,
aiance to suit.
No. 297. 118 acres black land,
ij 1-2 miles southeast from Honey
<rove. All in cultivation, one 4
com dwelling, also tenant house
1 two rooms. Two good cisterns
nd plenty oi well water, good
. ire fence. Price $25 per acre,
i-2 cash and remainder to suit.
No. 294. 240 acres black land
4 1-2 miles east from Honey
• 1 rove. 200 acres in cultivation,
i dwelling houses, large barn.
.ia.rn 50x60 feet> good water, good
sire fence Price $40 per acre,
i-2 cash, balance to suit purcbas-
r.
No. 295. 132 acres black land,
> miles southeast from Honey
Grove. 120 acres in cultivation,
i room frame dwelling, 2 room
ertant house, good water, good
vire lence. Price $25 per acre,
i-2 cash, balanct to tuit.
No. 214. 80 acres, best quality
audy land unimproved, good tim-
r and good soil, situated 5 miles
orth of Honey urove. Price $10
„n-r acre.
No. 215. 100 acres sandy land,
> 1-2 miles north from Paris, Tex-
A bargain.
No. 210. 55 acres, fine black
iind, 3 1 -'I rniier east frorr Honey
.love, all in cultivation.
No. 291. 268 acres, 7.miles,
t?utheart trom Honey Grove. 240
cres in cultivation, 2 story frame
iweiing, good as new 3 good
i nant houses on the farm, abun-
ance of stock water, with good
istern at dweling. Good wire
<-nce Will cut into 100 tracts if
esired. Price $22.50. Terms to
uit.
No 292. 33 1-2 acres 1 2 mile
rom Public Square of Honey
-rove. Ail in cultivation. 7 room
came dwelling, lartre barns, sheds,
ood orchard, everlasting water
P. ice $2750. easy terms.
No. 298. 78 acres black waxey
land, 5 miles south ol Ladonia and
3 miles from station, on the Cotton
Belt iiailroad. 68 acres in cultiva-
tion, balance in pasture Main
dwelling 4 room frame house, also
3 room tenant house, good barn
27x40 feet. Lots fenced with Page
Wove Wire, farm fenced with
barbed wire. Fine fruits consist-
ing of apples, peaches, pears,
plums, blackberries. Good well
of water and cistern in yard.
S'hool and church 1-4 mile, post
office with daily mail within 200
yards. Price $37 50, terms 1-3
cash, balance to suit.
No. 300. 170 acres, 7 miles
northwest from Honey Grove, 140
acres in cultivation,^ good dwell-
ings, 2 barns, abundant of never
tailing water. This land is all
under good wire fence and is situat-
ed one of the best neighborhoods,
Hohool house and church house ad-
joining, a small house and lot in
Honey Grove taken in part pay-
ment. Price $20, terms easy.
No. 301. 158 acres, 3 miles
southeast trom Honey Grove. 140
acres in cultivation, everlasting
water. Three sets ol houses. Price
$25 per acre, terms to suit.
No. 302. 100 acres, black land,
8 miles southeast from Honey
Grove. 90 acres in cultivation, 2
story frame six room house. Good
fence, abundant of water, school
and church near by. Price $30
terms to i«uit.
No. 303. 91 acres black land, 1
mile north from Honey Grove. 40
acres in cultivation, balance in
meadow. Good vv re fence, plenty
of water. Price $30.
No. 293. 115 acres black land,
3 miles east from Honey Grove,
all in cultivation, 4 room dwelling,
£K>od barn, goo I water, good wire
fence. Price $32.50, terms to suit.
No. 242. 40 acres, black land,
all in fine state of cultivation, 2
miles northwest from Honey Grove
Price $1400, 1-2 cash, balance to
suit.
City Property.
Stone store house, 23x145 feet
lot 23x165. Counters, shelving,
and everything complete for dry
goods and groceries- Will be sold
at a bargain, terms easy.
8 rooms, 2 story frame dwelling,
stone chimney, barn, servant's
house, wood sbtd, ^ood cistern of
water with pump, located conven-
ient to public tquare, 1-2 acre lot.
Price $1100 easy terms
House and lot south side East
Main street, good cistern. Price
$550 easy terms.
2 houses and lot 125x300 feet
West side of 14th street. Price
$700, satisfactory terms
One 4 room dwelling on Rail-
road street, well located, good well
of everlasting water. Price $350,
terms to suit.
One 3 room house on West
Market street convenient to the
Public Square, 1-2 acre lot, good
well ol water Price $375, terms
'o suit.
This is only a partial
KememDer list. If you don't see
what you want call at oar office and exam-
ine the complete list. We can suit all.
V
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L. t
& CO.,}
Office, Up-Stairs in Ryan Block,
HONEY GROVE, - - TEXAS.
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Lowry, J. H. Honey Grove Signal. (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, February 5, 1897, newspaper, February 5, 1897; Honey Grove, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth387953/m1/4/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 10, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Honey Grove Preservation League.