Honey Grove Signal. (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, June 18, 1897 Page: 4 of 4
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CL'CKIN OB DE REEL.
I'ze hear'd de bullfrog bellow,
Do fatty possum squeal,
But dat's no music like unto
Da clickin ob de reel.
I'ze hear'd de locus' singin,
De killdeer's noisy peal,
But dat don't wake de heart up
Like de clickin ob de reel.
I'ze hear'd de farm bell riiigin
De call fer flel'han's meal,
But dat don't have no 'traction
Like de clickin ob de reel.
I'ze hear'd de foxhoun barkin-
He'd scent de rabbits' heel—
But dat wer' mighty dullness
'Gi,n de clickin ob de reel.
Is yer eber bin a-boatin
In de ship widout de keel
En seen de rod a-bendin
To do clickin ob.de reel?
Do t'row dey call de "castin,"
En when dey stride ye's feel
De line she go a-sizzin
To de clickin ob de reel.
Ye begin ter wind 'or in den
Wid all ye's nigga zeal,
Fer ye's likely cotch'd a bas'
Wid de clickin ob de reel.
From ebery nook en corner
Natur's mel'dies roun me steal,
But non' ob dem am in it
Wid de clickin ob de reel.
—Washington Star
THE PANAMA HAT.
Pretty Mrs. Cloverdale had put
her foot down. It was a very dainty
little foot, incased in a white canvas
bottine, but the fact that it was
small and attractively shod made
little difference in the force with
which it emphasized a decision.
Mrs. Cloverdale was reclining in a
bent wood rocker, and her tiny foot
scarcely reached the floor, but at
that moment she had rocked far
forward and had brought down nar
row toe and high heel simultaneous-
ly upon the cool Japanese matting
that half hid the parquetry of her
library.
"Once and for all, Molly, dear,"
she had said, "No. Under no cir-
cumstances will I ever give my con-
sent to your marriage with that
ne'er do well."
Although Molly knew her mis-
tress well enough to understand
that it was quite useless for her to
plead further, her importunities did
not cease with the coming down of
the little foot. With a pained ex
pression upon her rose leaf face and
tears in her voice she defended her
adored Andrew to the best of hei
power.
"Oh, no, Mrs. Cloverdale," she
exclaimed, "not that! Andrew is
not a ne'er do well. He is honest,
and he is willing to work, but he
has been unfortunate. I am sure
that together we could get along
admirably. There is a vacancy, you
know, in the stable since Barney,
the second groom, left, and"
"Nonsense, girl," cried Mrs. Clo-
verdale, taking up a fan from the ta-
ble at her side and beginning to
sway it with some energy. '' Do you
think I would permit you to marry
a stable boy ? There is young Alex-
ander, the son of Captain Silvester's
farmer, for instance. He would be
a much more suitable husband for
you."
"But I do not love him," objected
the girl in all innocence, just as
though love were a necessary ad
junot to mairieige .-in these days,
"Whereas I'm very, very fond of
Andrew, and he simply worships
me. We were playmates as children,
you know, and I can never forget
when Andrew risked his own life to
save mine the time that I fell into
the river and was being carried by
the current down to the rapids. He
is waiting for his answer now, and
I do so want it to be 'Yes.' "
The girl's mistress continued to
fan herself, unmoved by these en-
treaties.
"I know what is best for you,
Molly," she said. "The answer that
you will give is'No!' Someday you
will thank me for insisting upon
it."
Then it was that the tears that
had been in the young woman's
voice began to flow, and, with a
handkerchief pressed to her eyes
and her young, supple frame shak-
ing with sobs, she left the room
The relation that Mrs. Cloverdale
bore to her maid and companion
was, as may have been inferred, not
merely that of employer. Servants
are not in the habit of seeking ei-
ther counsel or consent from their
mistresses when they desire to take
upon their shoulders the connubial
yoke, and had Molly's allegiance
been measured simply by the wages
of £2 a month that she received,
she would in all probability have
sought the village parsonage with
Andrew by her side and have told
Mrs. Cloverdale of the momentous
step she had taken when it was all
over.
Molly was a native of the Berk-
shire hills. She had been born on
the farm that had belonged to the
Cloverdales for generations. Her
father had tilled its soil and her
mother had churned the cream of
its Alderney cows into yellow but-
ter, and then both father and
mother had gone the way of all
flesh, leaving Molly, a budding little
pink and white beauty of 13 or
thereabout.
That summer Mr. David Clover-
dale of the old established firm of
Cloverdale & Lowry, leather mer-
chants, brought to the farm his
young wife, and the young wife,
being told of how affairs stood,
agreed with her somewhat elderly
husband that Molly must be taken
care of. While it was not an adop-
tion in the legal sense of the word,
it amounted to about the same
thing. Molly was given a fair edu-
cation, and then she was taken into
the household as something a little
above a high class servant.
"With her beauty," said Mrs.
Cloverdale as the girl left the room,
"she might marry a duke."
Then the pretty mistress of this
charming old stone house in the
very heart of the Berkshires put
down her fan, abstracted something
from between the pages of a book
on the table by her side, rose from
her place in the deep bent wood
rocker, and passing out into the
hall, stopped for a moment to ap-
propriate a parasol and snatch up
another object, which she deftly
hid among the voluminous folds of
the white muslin gown that she had
gathered up so as to free those small,
feet of hers for a walk across the
lawn.
Tripping lightly down the stone
steps of the mansion, she passed be-
neath an umbrageous arbor that
shaded the smooth, close cropped
field that spread away down a grad-
ual decline to where a row of grace-
ful, light green willows told of the
presence of a stream of water. The
walk was not a long one, nor did
she linger for any time on the brink
of the gurgling, miniature river
that flowed through the Clover-
dale domain. For an instant she
stooped, as if to gather something
from among the reeds that line the
shore, giving one a picture similar
to that of Pharaoh's daughter rescu-
ing the infant Moses, but when she
again stood upright there was noth-
ing left in her hands save her para-
sol. On re-entering the mansion the
sound of a voice angrily raised
reached her ears. .
"My panama hat!" the master of
the manse was shouting. "My,pan-
ama hat! That is the third I have
lost in the last eight days! John!
Thomas! Henry! .My hat! Where
is it?"
"Great heavens!" exclaimed Mrs.
Cloverdale, coming in at the mo-
ment. "What are you making such
a commotion about, my dear? Do
you want to arouse the whole neigh-
borhood?"
"My hat! I want my hat!" cried
the husband irritably.
"Surely," she went on, "it is not
because you can't find it—you, who
are so absentminded? What does it
matter? The price you pay for your
hats is not so great."
Mr. Cloverdale paid no attention
whatever to this fling. With all the
servants in the house aiding him he
continued his search in every cor-
ner, while Mrs. Cloverdale resumed
her seat in her bent wood rocker,
her eyes fixed upon a Dresden clock
on a nearby cabinet.
Adjoining the Cloverdale estate
was a farm belonging to Captain
Adrian Silvester, a young English-
man, who, having made a fortune
for himself in cattle breeding in the
west, had for the last three years
been spending it recklessly. He had
purchased this old homestead in
the Berkshires, and each summer
he spent a few weeks there, usually
to recuperate from a round of dissi-
pation that would have sent a man
of less sturdy constitution to his
grave. The stream that meandered
through the Cloverdale property
wound its way later across the
broad acres of Captain Silvester's
farm and a little beyond emptied
itself into the river.
At a point on this ribbon of run-
ning water some distance below
where Mrs. Cloverdale had stooped
for a minute over the reeds that
fringed its brim, young Andrew,
the lover of poor heartbroken Mol-
ly, was sitting patiently upon a fall-
en tree trunk, holding a rough fish-
ing pole and watching a cork that
bobbed about on the bosom of the
fretful stream.
It was a cool, shady nook in which
he had thus ensconced himself, and
though he had been fishing there
for upward of an hour without so
much as a nibble to reward him he
showed no sign of discontent. He
was waiting now for Molly's return,
more than half fearing that her an-
swer, which he knew depended up-
on Mrs. Cloverdale's decision, would
be unfavorable. He was satisfied
that Mrs. Cloverdale did not approve
of him, and he could hardly imagine
her granting this one great desire
of his heart. If she would not, he
told himself that he would urge
Molly to wed him without her mis-
tress' permission. He had £1 saved
from some wages that he had earned
during harvesting that year, and
with that to rely upon what might
they not do?
Overhead the birds chirruped gay-
ly. On the water the flies darted
about merrily. He could hear the
katydids singing amid the stubble
of the wheatfield across the stream,
and in an adjoining field every now
and then, through the thicket of
trees, he caught glimpses of cows
contentedly browsing. All his sur-
roundings breathed a peaceful, sat-
isfied happiness, and, safely assured
of Molly's deep devotion and untir-
ing affection, why should he be oth-
erwise than happy himself?
Presently there came to his ears
the sound of footsteps, measured
and slow, crushing among leaves
and snapping fallen twigs. Some
one was coming along the path that
skirted the stream. It was not Mol-
ly, he knew. She would come from
the other direction, and, as it was
not Molly, what did he care for the
personality of the stroller? So in-
different was he indeed that he did
not even raise his head until this
invader of his solitude was at his
back and speaking to him.
"Andrew, my son," he said, "why
are you idling here? Why are you
not up yonder with the villagers
who are searching for the body of
poor Alec, the son of your neighbor,
who was drowned last night in the
stream ?"
It was Father O'Malley, the vil-
lage priest, who had thus come up-
on him-—Father O'Malley, who had
no sympathy with idlers.
"I don't care to hunt for dead
bodies," replied Andrew. "Besides
I've got to wait here for some one."
The good priest shrugged his
shoulders.
"It's lucky you are so well off,"
he added, with a grain of sarcasm
in his voice. "There is a reward of
£2, I believe, for the person who
shall discover the poor lad's corpse."
Andrew made no reply. He sim-
ply drew in his line and threw it
out again farther toward the mid-
dle of the stream, and Father O'Mal-
ley walked on with his hands be-
hind his back.
The next minute there was a rus-
tle among the bushes near by, and
Molly, who had taken a somewhat
circuitous route to where the wil-
lows marked the water's edge, so
that she might not be observed by
the other servants of the house,
stood before her lover, flushed and
beautiful, but with teardrops glis-
tening on the lashes of both her
eyes. In an instant Andrew had
dropped his pole, had sprung to his
feet and was holding her in his
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of unborn generations—goes
sounding through all the
ages and enters the confines of
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effort be to ward off danger and
make her life joyous and happy.
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remedy robs confinement of its pain
"A customer whose wife used 'Mother's Friend '
Says that if she had to go through the ordeal
again, and there were but four bottles to be
obtained, and the cost was $100.00 per bottle, he
would have them.'' Geo. Layton, Dayton, Ohio
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arms. Then their lips met in a long,
passionate kiss.
Molly's pink eyelids and flooded
lashes told to Andrew the expected
story.
"Come, Molly, dear," he said
soothingly; "don't take on so. Sit
down by me here, and we'll talk it
all over. After all, she isn't your
mother, and what does it matter
what she says?"
But Molly could not be brought
to look upon the situation in that
light. Even the £1 which Andrew
drew proudly from his pocket and
displayed to her did not affect her
in the least.
' 'It would not last us a week," she
murmured, "and then what should
we do, with neither of us in a posi-
tion to earn any more?"
Andrew hung his head in thought.
"I know," he said suddenly look-
ing up. "I know. There is a reward
of £2 offered for the finding of poor
Alec Darby's body—Alec Darby
that was drowned while bathing in
this very stream last night. I'll go
and find it. I think maybe it's
caught in the reeds and rushes up
above here, and then," he went on,
his eyes sparkling, "we will be rich
enough to go wherever we like."
Even as he spoke M.olly, pointing
to an object floating down with the
current, exclaimed:
"Look, look! It is a hat, Andrew!
Perhaps it is that of. poor Alec, the
drowned man."
Andrew followed the direction of
her dainty finger, and saw, as she
had said, a hat of fine, white straw,
with crown only touching the wa-
ter, the brim being upward.
"Take your pole, Andrew," she
cried, "and bring it into shore.
Who knows? It is possible that he
killed himself on purpose and has
left a note under the lining, as ship-
wrecked sailors put notes into bot-
tles."
The rustic obeyed her command,
and the girl lifted the dripping ob-
ject from the stream.
Eagerly she ran her hand beneath
the leather sweat band, and then she
uttered a cry of-surprised delight.
"As I said," she shouted, "there
is a note!"
As she unfolded it Andrew, evi-
dencing as much excitement as his
phlegmatic nature was capable of,
gazed eagerly over her shoulders
to get the first glimpse of the writ-
ing.
What they read together was this:
My Darling Adrian—Tonight at 9 o'clock
in the summer house. Mr. C. invariably takes
a nap after dinner. We will have an hour to-
gether.
Instantly Molly thrust the mis-
sive into her pocket, while a blush
mantled her fair cheek. Could it be
possible, she asked herself, that her
mistress, whom she always looked
upon as the very soul of virtue,
could be carrying on a liaison with
Captain Silvester ? It was really too
horrible to contemplate. And An-
drew had seen the note too. She
was filled with shame for her bene-
factress and scarcely knew what to
say or do. It was Mr. Cloverdale's
hat that had been used to carry the
note from the wife to her lover.
She recognized it now. It was a
panama hat, and she remembered
that he had bought two new ones
inside of a week.
Leaving Andrew to his own reflec-
tions, Molly hastened to the house.
Finding Mrs. Cloverdale alone in the
library, resting as usual in the bent
wood rocker, her eyes fixed with
an expression now of some impa-
tience on the hands which traveled
so slowly over the face of the Dres-
den clock, she placed the note she
had found in her mistress' lap with-
out so much as a word of explana-
tion.
Mrs. Cloverdale changed color for
a moment as she recognized it, but
she was strangely self possessed.
She realized instantly what service
Molly had done her, and she was not
slow to reward it.
"Little one," she said, with the
greatest apparent indifference, "I
have been thinking. Perhaps I was
a trifle too cruel. After all, one
should marry according to the dic-
tates of one's heart. I will see that
Andrew is given the vacant position
in the stables, and as for the wed-
ding—what do you say to the first
Wednesday in October?"—Spare
Moments.
ing the cord for the first time, he
will struggle violently to escape. If
so, sit or stand perfectly still until
he is tired and stops; then call him
again, enforcing the order as before,
the idea being to teach him what
the words mean, and, of course, no
punishment is possible until the ol-
der is perfectly understood and will-
fully disobeyed.
When he finally comes to you, pet
him, make much of him, make him
think that he has done a very clever
thing by coming. It is not a bad
plan to have something which he
will like to eat in your pocket, with
which to reward him when he obeys.
Continue thig course, first dropping
the check cord, and after awhile re-
moving it, until he answers the call
instantly. Then begin gradually to
substitute the whistle for the voice,
at first whistling and speaking and
then dropping the voice altogether.
You should never use your voice
when in the fields to call your dog.
In the first place, it is very annoy-
ing to your companion to be forced
to listen to the noise you will make
when the dog is any distance away,
but the most important reason is
that all game birds hato the sound
of the voice as they hate nothing
else, and when they hear it get rest-
less and will not lie well.
The next step is to teach the dog
to lie down when spoken to, and the
conventional order is "Down
charge" or "Charge." I use the
word "Drop" as being simpler, but
that is absolutely unimportant, the
only needful thing being to use only
one order and not to change it, as
changing only confuses the dog.—
Harper's Hound Table.
A Cougar In the Doorway.
"If I had left my house five min-
utes later one morning seven years
ago, I should have stepped upon a
seven foot cougar in the vestibule,'
said T. F. Drew, a mining man from
the west. "It was not at a camp in
the wilderness, but my house on
Pike street in Seattle. It was a misty
morning when I walked out at the
door to go to my place of business
Five minutes later I heard several
shots fired back of me in the direc
tion of my house. It was not until
my return home at noon that I
learned that the shots which I had
heard had killed a cougar in my
doorway.
"The beast had got lost in the fog
and wandered into the town. He
was first seen just after I had left
the house by the motorman of an
electric car, crouching by the way-
side in readiness to spring at the
car. The motorman sounded the
gong and cracked on speed, and at
that the cougar turned, ran into the
vestibule of my house and crouched
at the doorsill. The motorman hailed
my neighbor, Mr. Chapin, now pres-
ident of a leading bank, and told
him about the cougar. Chapin step
ped back into his house, got his Win-
chester rifle anl shot the creature
where he lay. It was rather an odd
combination—a booming city, the
electric cars and a cougar crouched
in your doorway—but things quite
as strange happen now and then in
the towns that spring up overhTght
in the wilds."—New York Sun.
Outside the Tent.
"Well, Mariar," said the old man
as he got down from the wagon
seat where he had been patiently
waiting, "did you see all the ani-
mals?"
"All but two," she said, with a
sigh. "I hunted the longest time,
but I couldn't seem to find the car-
nivora and the egress. I expect they
was the best part of the show too."
—Washington Times.
Where Mr. Billtops Wants to Be Buried.
"I love the country, the limitless
plains, the hills and the trees and
the lofty mountains," said Mr. Bill-
tops, "but I like the city better,
and its fascination is always fresh
and ever growing greater. If I am
away from Broadway for a day, I
go back to it with eagerness. I love
the crowds. I want to be buried in
a crowd. I should hate to lie in a
lonely country cemetery. I want to
be buried in a crowded city of the
dead. I shall lie in peace among so
many neighbors and with the lights
of the living at hand. "—New York
Sun.
Time's Changes.
"What was the subject of discus-
sion?" asked Mrs. Clubwife's hus-
band, as that lady came in.
"La, how times have changed,'
interjected grandma. "When I was
young, the question would have
been, 'Who was the subject of dis-
cussion?' "—Indianapolis Journal
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HISTORICAL LKKURb.
Business Before Pleasure.
"What's your hurry, Mr. Hust-
ler?"
"Can't stop, Miss Bullion. Meant
to propose tonight sure. Last car
ftoes in five minutes. Got a deal on.
Adios."—Detroit Free Press.
Hints on Training a Dog;.
The first thing to be taught is
obedience—to come in when called.
Get a strong cod line and fasten one
end to the pup's collar, holding the
other in the hand. Then call him,
and enforce the call with a sharp
twitch. Do not yank him, and do
not raise your voice or be violent in
any way. The chances are that, feel-
The Carlyles' Maid.
The Carlyles had a maid who was
untidy, useless in all ways, but
"abounding in grace" and in conse-
quent censure of every one above or
below her and of everything she
could not understand. After a long
apostrophe one day, as she was
bringing in dinner, Carlyle ended
with, "And this I can tell you, that
if you do not carry the dishes
straight, so as not to spill the gravy,
so far from being tolerated in heav-
en, you won't be even tolerated on
earth."
A. Case He Knew.
"I see in a recent book where the
idea is put forth that mankind sang
before it talked. What do you think
of it?"
"Don't know, but there is a fellow
on our block who is going to sing
just before he dies, some time, un-
less he quits howling popular
songs." — Cincinnati Commercial
Tribune.
Some of the Fables That Long Passed as
Solemn Truth.
The same year that Alexander
died at Babylon Diogenes died at
Corinth, 323 B. C., but not, we may
be sure, in a tub, because he never
made such a fool of himself as to
live in one. The story that he did
so had no better origin than a com-
ment by his biographer, Seneca,
who was not born till more than 300
years after the cynic's death. "A
man so crabbed ought to have lived
in a tub like a dog."
In 216 B. C. Hannibal, with about
50,000 men, nearly annihilated the
Roman army of about 90,000 at Can-
nae, at Apulia, Italy, but it is all a
fable to say that he sent three bush-
els of gold rings plucked from the
hands of dead Roman knights back
to Carthage as evidence of his vic-
tory. The messenger who carried
the news back to the Carthaginian
senate on concluding his report
"opened his robe and threw out a
number of gold rings gathered on
the field of battle."
Four years later the Romans, un-
der Marcellus, attacked and cap-
tured Syracuse, belonging to Greece,
because cf its alliance with Hanni-
bal against Rome. As the invading
ships approached, Archimedes is
said to have set some of them on
fire with immense burning glasses.
However, modern science has so
well watered this story that it only
remains to add that even at this day
the feat would be impossible.
Thirty years B. C. Cleopatra killed
herself to avoid being exhibited at
Rome in the triumph of Octavius,
who had made war upon her and
Antony because the latter had di-
vorced his (Octavius') sister on the
queen's account. But did she die
from a snake's bite? It is better to
think not. "If her death had been
caused by any serpent, the small vi-
per would rather have been chosen
than the large asp. But the story is
disproved by her having decked her-
self in the royal ornaments and be-
ing found dead without any marks
or suspicion of poison on her body."
Death from a serpent's bite could
not have been mistaken, and her
vanity would not have allowed her
to choose one which would have dis-
figured her in so frightful a manner.
Other poisons were well under-
stood and easy of access, and no boy
would have ventured to carry an
asp in a basket of figs, some of
which he even offered to the guar'ds
as he passed, and even Plutarch
shows that the story of the asp was
doubtful. Nor is the statue carried
in Augustus' triumph, which had
an asp upon it, any proof of his be-
lief in it, since the snake was the
emblem of Egyptian royalty. The
statue (or the crown) of Cleopatra
could not have been without one,
and this was probably the origin of
the whole story.
Here one may naturally ask, Who
has not. heard of Cleopatra's won-
drous pearls, one of which, at a ban-
quet given in Antony's honor, she
dissolved in vinegar? Either this
story also is fictitious or vinegar
was evidently different in those days
from the present day kind, which
will not melt pearls.
It was nearly 100 years later that
the Emperor Nero also killed him-
self, 68 A. D. Stabbing was the
choice this time, though, and of this
we make no question. What we
wish to say about him is that he
was not so bad a monster as usually
imagined. His mother, Agrippina,
was not put to death by his order,
nor did he play upon his harp and
sing "The Burning of Troy" while
Rome was on fire.
Our knowledge of him is gained
mostly from Tacitus, who hated
him, and from Petronius Arbiter,
who was put to death for conspiracy
against him. "Even in Rome itself
the common people strewed flowers
on the grave of Nero. "—St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.
iQjpfUN
Route.
For the
North-East,
SOLD, BOUGHT,
EXCHANGED,
OR RENTED.
Via
W.e 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 we'll find a
purchaser.
If you want to buy, just let
us know, and we'll find a
seller.
A Few of Our Bargains.
Memphis or St. Louis,
In Pullman Buffet Sleeping Cars
This is the Short and Quick Line
And
Hours are Saved
By Purchasing Your Tickets via This Route.
For further information, apply to Ticket Agents
of Connecting Lines, or to
J. C. Lewis, Traveling Pass'r Agent,
Austin, Tex.
H. C. TOWNSEND, G. P. and T. A., ST. LOUIS.
ELPA50
PACIFIC
OFFERS THE PUBLIC
THE mi PASSENGER SERVICE
BETWEEN
TEXAS
AND
THE EAST
SOUTHEAST,
Cannon BallTrain
SHORTENED ONE HOUR IN TIME.
Leaves Fort Worth, 7:05 a.on.; Dallas, 8:Cto
a.m.; Union Depot, 8:15 a. m. Arrives at St.
Louie, 7:25 a. m. nexfe day.
LIMITED LVhiilNS EXPRESS
has been quickened
B HOURS TO ST. LOUIS AND THE
EAST-
4 0Tj°RU TO E - 1®*
I HOI
O NEW ORLEANS.
ONLY TWO DAYS
—BETWEEN—
TEXAS AND NEW YORK.
Pullman Buffet Sleeping Cars to
St. Loute, Chicago ami New Orleans.
For tickets, rates and further Information, call oa
or address your nearest ticket agent.
\ S. THORNE. GASTON It ESUER.
8d vtoe-Pres. & Gen'l Mgr. Gen. Pass. & Tkt. Ae:
DALLAS. TEXAS
THE
EQUITABLE
LIFE ASSURANCE
SOCIETY
OF THE UNITED STATES.
January 1, 1897.
Assets $216,773,947
Reserve on all")
existing pol- |
icies
(Calculated on a
4 per cent Standard)
and all other
Liabilities
173,496,768
Undivided
Surplus, on
a 4 per cent
Standard
No. 245. 85 acres improved
black land 3 1-2 miles east from
Honey Grove. Price $2975, terms
easy
No. 290. 12t)0 acres unimprov
ed sandy land, 3 miles northwest
Iron Cothrans Store, in Lamar
county, Texas. Will cut up in
tracts to suit purchasers. Price
per acre, easy terms
No. 200. 200 acres good med
ium black land, 4 miles north from
Honey Grove, 175 acres in culti
vation, large frame dwelling, good
water. Price $3000, easy terms
No. 229. 440 acres finest quality
of black land in Collin County, Tex
as, addjoining R. R. station, all in
cultivation, six tenant houses.
Price $15,500, reasonable terms
No. 225. 76 1-2 acres bestqual
ity black land 1 1-2 miles north-
west lrom Honey Grove, 70 acres
in fine cultivation; good, new.
frame dwelling house, new large
barn. This is one of the best im-
proved small farms in the state.
Price $3000.
No. 236. 80 acres fine timbered
sandy land, unimproved, 5 miles
north from Honey Grovo
per acre if taken at once, 1-2 cash,
balance to suit.
No. 297. 118 acres black land,
6 1-2 miles southeast from Honey
Grove. All in cultivation, one 4
room dwelling, also tenant house
of two rooms. .Two good cisterns
and plenty of well water, good
wire fence. Price $25 per acre,
1-2 cash and remainder to suit.
No. 294. 240 acres black land
4 1-2 miles east from Honey
Grove. 200 acres in cultivation.
3 dwelling houses, large barn.
Barn 50x60 feet, good water, good
wire fence. Price $40 per acre,
1-2 cash, balance to suit purchas-
er.
No. 295. 132 acres black land,
6 miles southeast from Honey
Grove. 120 acres in cultivation,
7 room frame dwelling, 2 room
tenant house, good water, good
wire fence. Price $25 per acre,
1-2 cash, balanct to suit
$o. 214. 80 acres, best quality
sandy land unimproved, good tim-
ber and good soil, situated 5jniles
north of Honey Grove. Price
per acre
No. 215. 100 acres sandy land,
6 1-2 miles north from Paris, Tex-
as. A bargain.
No. 210. 55 acres, fine black
land, 3 1-2 miler east from Honey
Grove, all in cultivation.
No. 291. 268 acres, 7 miles,
Southeast from Honey Grove. 240
acres in cultivation, 2 story frame
dweling, good as new. 3 good
tenant houses on the farm, abun
dance of stock water, with good
cistern at dweling. Good wire
fence. Will cut into 100 tracts if
desired. Price $22.50. Terms to
suit.
No. 298. 78 acres^black waxey
land, 5 miles south of Ladonia and
3 miles from station, on the Cotton
Belt P ailroad. 68 acres in cultiva-
tion, "balance in pasture, Main
dwelling 4 room frame house, also
3 room tenant house, good barn
2/x40 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.
School 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 milee'
northwest fiom Honey Grove, 140
acres in cultivation, 2 good dwell-
ings, 2 barns, abundant of never
failing water. This land is all
under good wire fence and is situat-
ed one of the best neighborhoods,
school house and church house ad-
joining, a email house and lot in
Honey Grove taken in part pay-
ment. Price $20, terms easy.
No. 301. 158 acres, 3 miles
southeast from Honey Grove. 140
acres in cultivation, everlasting
water. Three sets of 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 suit.
No. 303. 91 acres black land, 1
mile north from Honey Grove. 40
acres in cultivation, balance in
meadow. Good wire fence, plenty
of water. Price $30.
No. 293. . 115 acres black land,
3 miles east from Honey Grove,
all in cultivation, 4 room dwelling,
good barn, good 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.
$43,277,917
-J
Scarlet For Mourning.
In Brazil at a funeral of an un-
married woman the mourning color
is scarlet. The coffin, the hearse, the
trappings of the horses and the liv-
ery of the driver are all scarlet.
An Inquiry Answered.
"What is the argument of this
play?" asked the ol<J fashioned gen-
tleman as he came out after the
first act.
"The argument?" repeated the
manager. "There isn't any worth
speaking of just now. That usually
happens on salary day."—Washing-
ton Star.
The policing of Liverpool docks
costs $150,000 per annum.
Outstanding
Assurance $915,102,070
New Assur-
ance written $127,694,084
Amount De-
clined $21,678,467
Instalment policies stated at their commuted
value
HENRY B. HYDE, President.
JAMES W. ALEXANDER, Y. P.
WILL M. WATERS, Manager,
Dallas, Texas.
J. HEILBFON, Special Agent,
Ladonia, Texas.
No. 292. 33 1-2 acres 1-2 mile
from Public Square of Honey
Grove. All iri cultivation. 7 room
frame dwelling, large barns, sheds,
good orchard, everlasting water.
Pj ice $2750. easy terms.
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 shed, good cistern of
water with pump, located conven-
ient to public square, 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 of water Price $375, terms
to suit.
O ■'vt i'Y mm This is only a partial
Rememoer list. If you don't see
what you want call at our office and exam-
ine the complete list. We can suit all.
L. C.
& CO,
Office, Up-Stairs in Ryan Block,
HONEY GROVE,
TEXAS.
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Lowry, J. H. Honey Grove Signal. (Honey Grove, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, June 18, 1897, newspaper, June 18, 1897; Honey Grove, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth387970/m1/4/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 8, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Honey Grove Preservation League.