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THE WILLACY COUNTY NEWS; RAYMOND VILLE, TEXAS
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LETTIE
SYNOPSIS.—Living In a barn,
converted Into a dwelling, Mrs.
Penfleld Is manager of an apart-
ment building known as “The Cus-
tard Cup," originally “Cluster
Court," Her income is derived
from laundry work, her chief pa-
tron being a Mrs. Horatius Weath-
eratone, whom she has never seen.
Living with her are “Crlnk” and
“Thad," homeless small boys whom
she has adopted. They call her
'‘Penzie.” Thad tells Penzie a
strange man was inquiring for her
under her maiden name.
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CHAPTER II.—Continued.
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Above these rooms was a loft, once
used for hay but now entirely cut
off from the ground floor. It could,
[however, be approached by a ladder
on the outside—and was so ap-
iproached by Crink! during winter
[rains, when it was the last resort for
[drying clothes.
It was September. The California
[summer was In Its glory; the days
iwere warm and bright, not yet edged
[with the crispness of fall. Crlnk be-
ing In school, Mrs. Penfleld was man-
aging alone.
She had taken up her basket of
iclothes and started for the yard,
when the bell rang. This was strictly
fin accordance with the usual routine,
because Mrs. Penfleld rarely finished
[anything without interruption. She
gput down her basket and went to the
door.
“Good morning, Mrs. Bosley. Come
Sight in.*’
A young woman stood outside. She
was carefully groomed, smartly
dressed, striking in appearance with-
out being exactly pretty. She and
jher- husband lived in The Custard
<Jnp, but no one could understand
why. They were apparently free of
jail responsibilities and devoted them-
selves To^j2joo4~-tiroes4- 4?L -S& Prt*
^wto^jjyerything that the other mem-
^bersof the community were not.
. "I can’t .stop, Mrs. Penfleld. I’m
jg^ing downtown, and I wondered if
jyou't let me leave this package with
iybu. It’s got a few trinkets in it,
and Td feel safer.”
! Mrs. Penfleld hesitated. *T haln’t
jgbt any safe place,” she said slowly,
'“and I’m in and out— ”
Gussie Bosley broke in eagerly.
'“You needn’t feel any care about it.
INobody’d take It, but I’ve got a feel-
ing—I’d rather leave It here. I put
a newspaper^ round it, so ’twouldn’t
look of any value whatever.” She
passed over a small package.
Mrs. Penfleld took It with some re-
luctance and carried It Into her bed-
room. She was accustomed to all
sorts of strange requests, but It was
the first time she had been asked to
Sguard valuables.
“I expect she thinks nobody’d look
jbere,” Mrs. Penfleld reflected; and
jwith that she dismissed the matter
laltogether and went on out to the
jyard with her basket. As she wiped
the lines, she sang under ber breath
jin sheer blitheness of spirit. This was
jthe happiest part of her work; she
loved the air, the sunshine.
“Momin’,” called a rasping voice.
“Why, Mr. Wopple, good morning!”
ehe returned briskly. “Ain’t It a
grand day?”
“Well, pretty fair,” conceded Mr.
Wopple grudgingly. He never so far
lencouraged anything, even the
weather, as to give'it unqualified ap-
proval.
Mr. Wopple was a night watchman
fin some vague building near the
water front; and no one in The Cus-
tard'Cup questioned his being emi-
nently adapted to exactly that work.
Watchfulness was the keynote of his
personality; he sacrificed many hours
of possible daytime sleep by bringing
bis professional activities into the
borne field.
“Yes, it’s a grand day,” repeated
Jdrs. Penfleld, quite as If she had re-
ceived more encouragement. “How
are you feeling, Mr. Wopple?”
“Jest middlin’," he replied, in a die-
away voice. His small, beady eyes
were filmed for a moment, out of def-
erence to this sentiment. He gazed
at Mrs. Penfleld. with a new shrewd-
ness which she would have sensed at
irace if she had been less occupied.
“I see Thad’s got a new rig,” con
tinued Mr. Wopple, in the manner of
one who delivers a preamble.
“Yes, bless the baby!” laughed Mrs.
Penfleld. “I finished that up last
night. I’m sorry it’s pink, ’cause
don’t go with his hair the best ever
but that nice gingham couldn’t go to
waste.”
“I expect Thad’s lucky to get as
much’s that.” Mr. Wopple now be-
gan on the main argument.
“Sure. He was a little dls’ppointed
’bout the color, ’cause he ain’t struck
With pink, but that’s good for him.
I Agger a child ought to be dls’ppoint-
ed at least* once a week, in order to
get used to life.” She discarded a
broken clothespin and reached Into
her pocket for another.
“I guess likely you aimed to have
folks think he was your own kid,”
insinuated Mr. Wopple, testing the
strength of his old prunlng-shears.
“Land, no. I never claimed he was.
He’s mine ’cause I adopted him and
love him, and ’cause he loves me.
That’s all there is to it.”
Mr. Wopple thought otherwise. “It’s
easy said, Mis’ Penfleld, but I’ll bet
there’s a lot more to it. Where’d you
get Thad, Mis’ Penfleld?”
With a quick movement she lifted
the sheet and pinned it into place.
“The records are for Thad when he
grows up.”
“You got some records, then?”
“Mebbe,” she returned, on guard
“I don’t see what diff’runce It makes.’
“Well, I should say it made a lot.
’Course you’d want to know what kind
o’ folks he had. Might be things that’d
crop out. You’d be the one to be dis-
’ppointed if he was to turn out a
robber or murderer or somep’n.”
Mrs. Penfleld shook-out a* ~ white
skirt and smiled. “All you got to do,
Mr. Wopple, is to look at Thad once
and you won’t talk that way. He’s
as sweet a baby as ever was, and
there ain’t nothing in his face that
ain’t good and dear. If he ever turns
out bad, it won’t be his fault; it’ll
be ’cause I failed him.”
“’Shaw! More like it’d be somep’n
in his birth.”
Mrs. Penfleld Jammed down a
clothespin with a violence that
snapped it in two, but her voice was
still pleasant “Thad’s got past his
birth by ’most four years, and he
to do than to tear little children to
pieces, you’d better sleep twenty-four
hours a day steady.”
Mr. Wopple dropped his shears and
assumed a reproachful attitude. “I
jest thought you’d want to know
what’s bein’ said—”
“Well, I don’t,” she interrupted.
“And if you’ve got a grain of sense,
you’ll put your mind on other things.
Ev’rybody lives in his own genera-
tion ; he ain’t just reflectin’ what’s
been lived before him. I know where
Thad came from, and it’s all right.
Do you think you can remember that,
Mr. Wopple?”
Mr. Wopple, with some hesitation,
admitted that perhaps he could, Mrs.
Penfleld having hitherto been a satis-
factory neighbor; and she acknowl-
edged his courtesy by a smile, half
conciliatory, half abstracted. But
when she had taken up the empty
clothes basket and gone back into the
house, she sat for several minutes
looking into space, her busy hands
idle, a mist of compassion in her
dark eyes. Once her lips moved.
“Why, why can’t I wipe out the han-
dicaps entirely?” she breathed.
“Don’t seem right for any child—”
She was still sitting there when
Thad came in. Mrs. Penfleld gathered
the boy into her arms and kissed him.
“Penzie,” he gasped, “squeeze me
softer, please. I ’most can’t breathe.
What you do It so hard for?”
She laughed. “Bless your baby
heart! I expect I was keeping ev’ry-
thing away.”
“Why, Penzie, ain’t anything here—
just you and me.”
“Sure enough,” she said, more
lightly. “And we mustn’t sit here,
doing nothing. I’ve got to get to
work, and you trot along and play.”
A few minutes later he came run-
ning to her in great glee.
“See, Penzie, I found somep’n.” He
held up a small package. It was flat,
oblong, tied with cord.
“Where did you get that, Thad?”
“In your room—all done up in
paper.”
“You shouldn’t have touched it—”
She took the package, to carry it
back to her room; then paused in
astonishment. The cords were fas-
tened with wax; the seals had not
been broken. She turned it over. It
was soft to the touch. On one side
was simply the name “Bosley.”
“That’s never the family jewels,”
she thought, as she went into the
bedroom. “Next time I’ll let her keep
it to home. I’ll bet It ain’t nothing
I want in this house.”
DAIRY
HINTS
GOOD FEED FOR DAIRY COWS
Abundance of Pasture Grass Is Best
Where Available—Some Grain
Often Needed.
A dairy cow will respond to good
feeding and good treatment, perhaps
better than any other farm animal.
Each Individual dairy cow should be
a unit by herself. Unlike other farm
animals, dairy cows cannot be effi-
ciently fed in a feed lot, as the re-
quirements for each cow may be dif-
ferent.
The best feed for dairy cows is an
abundance of pasture grass when that
is available. A good pasture pro-
vides a balanced ration. Some high-
producing cows will require a little
grain as a supplement to pasture.
During the time of the year when a
good pasture is not available, a cow
can be fed efficiently by providing:
1, An abundance of palatable feed;
2, a balanced ration; 3, succulent
feed; 4, a moderate temperature in
bam; 5, comfortable surroundings.
A dairy cow Is fed for the follow-
ing purposes: 1, For maintaining the
body; 2, to supply material for milk.
3, for development of fetus; 4, for
growth of animal, if immature; 5, at
times to produce gain in weight.
Three general classes of good ma-
terial are required for feeding cows:
1, Protein or nitrogenous material;
2, carbohydrates and fat to supply
heat and energy; 3, ash or mineral
matter.
A well-balanced dairy ration will
contain the above food material in
the proper proportions. In making up
a feed for dairy cows, it is usually
most convenient to balance the
roughage and concentrates separately
and then feed all the roughage each
cow will eat and adjust the grain
mixture to the amount of milk or
butterfat produced by the cow.
A good general rule to use as a
guide in feeding is to feed from one-
fourth to one-half as much of a bal-
anced grain mixture per day as the
cow gives milk per day. Cows giving
rich milk usually give less per day,
but need a little more grain in pro-
portion to the milk.—A. C. Baer, Pro-
fessor of Dairying, Oklahoma A. and
M. College.
Her Dark Eyes Blazed.
won’t never get mixed up with It
again. He didn’t Inherit nothing that
I’m afraid of, and one of the main
reasons I’m living Is to see that he
develops just the wray he’s started.
It’s a good way; I like it; and if the
Lord spares me, he’ll be ready to
meet the world face to face when
he’s growed up.”
Her neighbor’s thin lips twisted.
"All is,” he said slowly, digging his
broken shears into a post, “I thought
mebbe you’d like to know there’s talk
started. You see, Ben Simmons
come in t’other day and he saw
Thad. He said he couldn't get over
it—Thad looks so much like a kid he
knew about, a year ago. Perfect
Image, Ben says!”
Mrs. Penfleld made no reply. A
flush rose In her cheeks, but she
placed her pins carefully in the last
garment.
“Well, Ben says this kid didn’t have
no family he could be proud of. Seems
his mother run off somewliere and
died of it, and his father was ’rrested
for somep’n and—”
Mr, Wopple was gazing at the post,
and therefore did not see Mrs. Pen-
field’s reception of his speech.
“Stop!” she cried.
He looked up in Injured bewilder-
ment Mrs. Penfleld was standing in
front of him. The color was high in
her cheeks; her dark eyes blazed
dangerously.
“You stop!” she repeated In a low
voice. “You look so small to me
that I can’t scarcely see you ’t all.
But if you’re still there, you’d better
lay hold of one thing; you let Thad
alone. Ain’t nobody’s business where
he came from, nor who his folks were.
And if you can’t find nothing better
CHAPTER III
The Invasion of Lettle.
Having delivered the final order of
groceries for the day, Crink Penfleld
varied monotony by taking a new
route home, and was rewarded by a
sight that made him stop suddenly
and catch his breath with joy. In a
large lot, where he distinctly remexh-
bered a tenement house, there was
only an enormous heap of debris.
“Cracky!” murmured Crink. “Wa’n’t
that a grand fire? Here’s where I get
busy.”
He hid his basket behind a mass
of shattered masonry and plunged
into exploration of the highest mound
of ashes. Crink lived the life of sal-
vage. A bit of human wreckage him-
self, he had an unfailing attraction
for all the material wreckage that
came within range. Young as he was,
the boy was an expert with a bent
piece of iron, flicking scrap heaps for
those fragments which have been
thrown out, not because their useful-
ness is exhausted but because their
owners have been lacking in ingenu-
ity. Even as Mrs. Penfleld had res-
cued him, so had he in turn rescued
countless bits of wood and cloth, iron
and tin, and pulled them back into
the field of service.
Squirming to the top of the mass,
Crink discovered an incredible piece
of luck, the wheel of a dismembered
sewing machine. He grabbed it, but
at the same moment another hand
also grabbed—a small, thin hand. A
pair of bright black eyes confronted
Crlnk, the eyes of a girl about his own
age who had been conducting a series
of investigations of her own from the
rear of the lot.
“Hey, leggo there,” cried Crink.
“Leggo yourself,” retorted the girl.
“Shan’t. I got here first.”
“You didn’t neither. If you had,
you’d ha’ taken It, wouldn’t you?”
For a moment the boy was stag-
gered. He had been prepared for ac-
tion, but not for reasoning, and the
latter had driven him into a corner
where speech would merely weaken
his cause.
By a quick movement Crink lifted
the wheel, but the girl’s counter-pull
flopped it back again with a smart
whack that sent a cloud of ashes Into
the air. The contestants gulped
coughed, ignominiously sneezed
glared at each other with reddened
eyes but with no diminution of will.
“Nowr look here,” began Crink, In
voice, intended to be terrible, “you
ain’t gaining nothing. This here
wheel’s mine.”
“Prove it, why don’t you? Rummy-
dummy !”
“Gosh!” he writhed. “Quit calling
names, you little fighting devil.”
“Now you got ray number,” she re-
turned. “Just you make me one bit
madder, and I’ll show you.”
“How’ll you show me?”
“I’ll punch you into purgatory.
So!”
“Huh! You couldn’t.”
“Could, too.”
“Couldn’t, neither.”
SIMPLE METHOD TO DEHORN
MANY LOSE LIVES
IN OIL WELL FIRE
Loss of Life Is Unrivaled in
History of Worlds
Fight for Oil.
Los Angeles Woman
Tells of Wonderful
Experience.
Mexia, Tex.—The J. K~. Hughes De-
velopment Company well on the Mc-
Kie lease in East Navarro County
came in a gusher at 2850 feet Wednes-
day, later catching fire from a spark,
and claiming the lives of many work-
ers.
The tragedy occurred at midafter-
noon Wednesday in the Powell oil
field, eight miles northeast of Corsi-
cant, where the J. K. Hughes Develop-
ment Company No. 1 McKie well had
been drilled in for 5000 barrels of oil
and accompanied by a gas flow of sev-
eral million cubic feet.
Workmen were crowded on the der-
rick floor to harness the gusher. The
fire, believed to have been started by
a spark from the friction of a tool
striking on iron, thus igniting the gas,
followed by oil, and in less time than
it takes to tell it the derrick was a
mass of flame and smoke of volcanic
intensity.
The flames swirled aloft under the
terrific gas pressure hundreds of feet
above the derrick, seeming to leap
to the very sky and visible for 50 or
more miles, and spread immediately
to oil pools surrounding the derrick
and even to the oil-soaked ground it-
self.
Vegetation within 300 feet of the
flaming well quickly shriveled, burst
into flame and fell in hot ashes. Huge
tree trunks shriveled and writhed as
if in agony and then fell crashing to
the earth.
Figures of men ran, staggered,
crawled and rolled to get beyond the
reach of the flames. Some succeeded,
others, with oil-soaked clothing, were
MRS. GUSSIE E. HANSEN.
Mrs. Gussie E. Hansen, of 916 West
52nd Street, is now numbered with the
multitude of Los Angeles men and
women who have realized the wonder-
ful merits of Tanlac. In relating her
experiences, Mrs. Hansen said:
“It is wonderful what Tanlac will do
for one suffering from stomach trou-
ble, nervousness and run-down con-
dition. I have tried it
“Before taking the treatment every-
thing I ate disagreed with me so that
seen to burst into flames and then I actually dreaded to sit down to the
Easiest Way to Avoid Trouble With
Wild Bunch Is to Perform
Task While Young.
The easiest way to avoid the ex
pense and trouble of dehorning
bunch of wild and more or less unman
ageable young cattle every spring
to do the job while they are baby
calves and easily handled.
When the calf is three to ten days
old, small buttons can be felt under the
skin where the horns are to be. With
pair of shears trim away the hair
around these buttons and then rub
them with a stick of moistened caustic
potash. Continue rubbing until there
is a raw spot the size of a bean at the
horn tip. Be careful not to get so much
water on the caustic that it will run
down the side of the face and produce
burns. To protect the fingers, wrap
the stick In paper or insert In a rubber
tube. Some men protect the calf from
unnecessary burns by smearing grease
around the horn outside of where the
caustic is to be.
Caustic (potassium hydroxide) may
be obtained at any drug store and ten
cents’ worth Is enough to dehorn a
dozen calves.
twist and flounder until death put an
end to their sufferings.
The list of dead and missing, which
has been variously reported from
eleven to eighteen, was reported Sat-
urday as a positive fourteen. The last
check was made by J. K. Hughes, pres-
ident of the Hughes Development Com-
pany, owners of the well.
The known dead are:
W. A. Hicks, Wortham, Texas, head
driller for the development company.
S. P. Allen, Corsicana, field superin-
table. I suffered from constipation, had
awful pains across my back, and was so
nervous and run down I was in mis-
ery all the time.
“Tanlac was helping so many
others I thought It might help me, too,
and it certainly has. Why, my appe-
tite Is Just splendid, and my stomach
Is in such good order I eat to my
heart's content. My back doesn’t
bother me any more, and I sleep like a
child at night. I can’t say too much
for Tanlac.”
Tanlac Is for sale by all good drug-
tendent for the company, who recent- gists—take no substitute. Over 37 mil-
ly brought in one of the country’s [ lion bottles sold.
greatest high grade oil producers in
the Currie field.
m. o. Turner, Morris, Miss.; Jt»au
Phillips, 35, Kerens; James Phillips,
32, Kerens; Max Meisner, 30, Kerens;
J. C. Cook, 30, Kerens; Charles Wal-
ker, Corsicana; Travis Owens, 30,
Kerens; Jack Cooper, Corsicana; Fred
Craig, Corsicana; L. P. Sheek, Dallas;
E. C. Cooper, Corsicana; Emmett Byrd,
Corsicana.
It is said to he the most disastrous
oil field fire in the history of Texas,
so far as human life is concerned—in
the history of the world, for that mat-
ter.
His Mistake.
o T*)a Ir-n/vtir T’ro O -fr** * * ^ 1
passed you the other day, Miss Green i
Immediately afterwards I realized to
my horror that I knew you.—London
Punch.
TREATING FOR CALF SCOURS
Whenever Indications of Ailment Ap-
pear Milk Supply Should Be
Reduced One-Half.
When a calf shows signs of the
scours, the milk supply should be re-
duced one-half and the amount grad
ually Increased as the calf shows signs
of improvement. This usually will cure
them, but if it does not, feed about a
tablespoon of soluble dried blood, and
stir In well with the milk. Dried blood
not only acts as a tonic, but It has
some food value, and is often fed, even
when calves do not have the scours.
DO NOT RAISE DAIRY CALVES
Many Dairymen Prefer to Market Milk
on Account of Good Demand-
Feed Cost High.
Many dairymen do not raise their
heifer calves because their market for
milk is so good that they feel they
cannot spare any for the calf, and do
not care to fuss with substitutes. Oth-
ers believe that the cost of feed and
help Is so high that it costs more to
raise a dairy heifer than her equlva
lent can be bought for on the open
market in another community, where
feed and help are lower.
ULTIMATUM NOT TO
BE OBEYED OUnUGUT
MOTHER! GIVE
CALIFORNIA
FIGJSYRUP
Child’s Best Laxative To
Clean the Bowels
Moscow.—The soviet government
does not desire to break with Great
Britain and is willing to confer with
that country; but it can not accept
such an ultimatum as that contained
in Lord Curzon’s recent note, said M.
Ganetsky, deputy minister of foreign
affairs, in a speech delivered at a
meeting Friday.
The meeting passed a resolution pro-
testing against the British note and de-
clasing that Russia is ready, if neces-
sary, to meet with armed forces any
nation which endeavors to infringe up-
on its independence.
Ganetsky was speaking at a meeting
of the Moscow council of trade unions
Even a sick child loves the “fruity”
taste of “California Fig Syrup.” If the
which had been especially summoned little stomach is upset, tongue coated
to discuss the British note. | or if your child is cross, feverish, full
“Our attitude toward England re-
of cold, or has colic, a teaspoonful will
never fail to open the bowels. In a
few hours .
come inimical -Regarding ^eat Brit- I waste from
mains the same,” declared Ganetsky, can gge for yourseif how
“but the attitude of England has be- I tew * - -
ain's note we can not accept such an
ultimatum. We want no break with
England nor do we desire our relation-
ship complicated.”
British Warships on Guard.
London—The British warship Hare-
the tender, little bowels and gives you
a well, playful child again.
Millions of mothers keep “California
Fig Syrup” handy. They know a tea-
spoonful today saves a sick child to-
morrow. Ask your druggist for genuine
“California Fig Syrup” which has dl-
“Would you like to stay and
live with us, Lettle?”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
FEED SILAGE AFTER MILKING
Odor Carried Through Cow Into Milk
Very Readily—Gives Butter
Undesirable Taste.
Feed silage or other succulent feed
after, not shortly before or while milk-
ing. The odor is carried through the
body of the cow into the milk very
readily and later develops in the man-
ufactured butter as a fruity and un-
desirable flavor
bell has been ordered to the Murman rections for babies and children of all
coast to prevent further soviet inter- ages printed on bottle. Mother!
coast to pre ......I m6ugt gay .‘California” or you may get
an imitation fig syrup.
Height of Something or Other.
To give your wife cash as a birth-
day present and have her go and pay
the first Installment on something
with it.—Life.
Cuticura for Sore Hands.
Soak hands on retiring in the hot suds
of Cuticura Soap, dry and rub in Cu-
ticura Ointment. Remove surplus
Ointment with tissue paper. This is
only one of the things Cuticura will do
if Soap, Ointment and Talcum are used
for all toilet purposes—Advertisement.
Some men are honest because they
are poor, and some others are poor
because they are honest.
ference with British vessels outside the
three-mile limit and to use force if
necessary in performing this mission,
the house of commons was informed
today by the under-secretary for for-
eign affairs, Ronald McNeill.
Russian Delegate Assassinated.
Lausanne.—M. Vorovsky, an unbid-
den guest from soviet Russia at the
Lausanne conference, was slain Thurs-
day by a Swiss, formerly an officer in
the Russian service, and two of his
lieutenants were seriously wounded,
each with two bullets in his body. One
of the wounded is Herman Ahrens, a
bolshevist from Berlin, who was the
Russian press agent at both the first
and second Lausanne conferences; the
*ther is J. Didwilowski Vorovsky’s
young Russian secretary.
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