Brownwood Bulletin (Brownwood, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 138, Ed. 1 Saturday, March 26, 1927 Page: 6 of 8
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BROWNWOOD BULLETIN
MARCH 26, 1927
land offered his hand. «Ouea I'd
I better be getting along. Dad. I—I
: will dear out tonight, if yon don’t
; mind.”
After the boy. had left the room,
T. Q. Curtis hitched his hair about
so that he coukf face his dead wife's
portrait. He stared Into those melt-
ing black eyas for a long time be-
fore he began muttering aloud, tattl-
ing to her. as be often did when
alone. ! 1 ■* ,
‘’WeU. I’m all ' alone, Mary girl.
All alone. He don’t think much of
our store. 'Mary. I’d have give him.
a good whaling if he hadn't looked
at me with your eyes, Mary.” He
was silent for a ionf time, losing
himself in the softness of those
, childlike, yet womanly eyas. Then
1 he drew a deep breath, seemed to
remember something: “You always
isaid you wanted 4 gtrl didn’t you
j honey? And I was dead del on a
I boy. A boy to carry on the Curtis
name.' A girl j wouldn't have left
me. like Clay’s doing Said I ought
to have had a da ugh ter. WeU."'
• and he struck t tie arm of his chair
defiantly, as if arguing with the
1 woman serenely! watching;him from
j the fireplace. *i veil—maybe I will!”
•' (To Be Conlinueg)
rviCQlnc.
•QpOD evening.- Mr. Curtis. Just dropped ip to show you the dou-
x . ble-truck advertisement on our January white sale. And I ran in-
to the editor of ddr paper.. He pulled a proof for me of their big
■naday feature en the new roof garden day nursery. 8ay, Mr. Curtis,
trofa knock-out! Beteha they’ll be sending reporters down from New
York/and Chicago to, take a look it that da)r nursery. Nothing like It
• '•ny department store in the country ."TT [V
« Thomas Quinn Curtis, known familiarly to every member of his
waqribbntli department store family as “Old T. Q.‘. though) he was
ofttt fifty-three years old. smiled wryly at his enthuUasitic young ad-
venlalng manager and mentioned him to a seat near his own at the
Mgrdesk'in the library of (he Curtis mansion, one of the show houses
w Oau. a rapidly growing dty whose chamber of commerce clatitt-
t. q.
nature (fiy “Urn-m-ra!" He bent, his handsome head over the double-
page advertisement before him. His deep-set gray eyes, narrowed un-
der heavy black oeowv scanned the.. ----- ■ — — ■ t < ■ -i*i
'** "4*; Ughtnipg. rapid- ^ gSjWlinkum. Mack, stan
tSteias tHEw
^fgP§
yean, and I’ve never yet sold a
He flun* himself in)toi the chaii
Sjr JSCnJJr His shoulders began to heave In a
o* P®ft**?*Js' f tragic *esture UP00 h13 falh*r' desk
(he J?01* his arms, stretched out in boyish
n eold pla,^ **' *nd drop?21 ^ h™LUa£
toee Is *a p“- s that Brenner had drawn to thf
hitney. , Y * '** **L ^ sudden fit of sobbing.
Mrs. WJtat*tton yo«a.ckU« that. m ■Lt_v_ dav.w t o laid i
Good Year Service Station
. p ' ,' Jr ! , \. Clay Curtis flung himself into the ehair and dropped hU head i
at the age of koufleen with a half- opening. "There are plenty of girls "hand-painted oil portrait.'
starved body and the brand of in this town-that would fall m love Q always dr-.c: ixcr ,t. hut
charity all over -you. but most of with you, honestly in love. I mean. cheapness ar.d crudity cq
all on your soul, youd not be so if you’d stay hoose long enough to completely dim t hr fire and j
quick to talk of starving. Starving give them a chance.”
ain’t so poetic, son. as you have im- "And how w<
agmed I rregort I wouldn’t try it, not like Claire ____
long as the ,CUrtis Store Is running That any singl^kurl.of
fuU blast and ol4-T.fi. r — “
It." (- [ I 9 i j - knows I dont s*e
"Yes. old T. Q. Curtis ovens it. and should !* '
old T. Q. Ciirtta would own me.”, and.be dro]
Clay rose a:.d stood bending Oder ment into the crOok
his father, his. voire curiously steady a hurt small po>.
ipen h is arms. • * . . - "T ,r
j ; 1 j 1 1 .
as T. ’ hfc life thumpiirg a pnmo or. whti
olt’jove song*.. Beckon you are ,*»f'
1,1/1 "/'t “You see !* the boy stood i
his pointed chin outturns’, sojtii
he looked strangely like the pur in
We can t Jet <
“Oh. for Gods sake!” the boy
flung up his head, shaking it angr-
ily to dislodge his father's comfort-
ing hand. “Can’t you MO it isn’t
Just Claire ■> It’s everyth mg—life's
a mess—for me. I’m Jugt. a rich
man’s son. I fall in lov* with- a
girl, think she's an angel out of
heaven, worship her. write music to
her. lay my heart at her feet, and
all the tiaae. all she sees is the la-
bel pinned on to me—rich man’s
son! Good for nothing, pampered,
spoiled, wrapped up-in dollar bWa—
somebody else’s dollars, not mine!
Do ’ ou know what she said to me
when; 1 told bar youd diitnh«p Me
if I married a chorus girl out of a
nude revue?" His eyes alaied %Ud-
ly at his father; his senMUvc. poette
mouth trembled like! a tragtdy-
strickrn girl’s. .. !
with you, honestly in love, I mean, cheapness ar.d crudity
j | of the face portrayed.. W
I know they're Curtin, at thb time thr pi
irinell. at heart? fro/n which the paintim hkd
______ _ _____„ ____J them all made muto have been not niqre
Curtis owns could” love me for myself—and God/thirty, but1 site loor.id forty- -a
why anybody dept, her eyes, the dreaming, s
His Voice broke again, mystic eyes, of a child whojbe
3ped his head for a mo- in God and fairies and mar
of, his arm, like They werc -enormous black eye;
••rtf1 of his mother.
heves and ; rou’re trying :o hold on
tlc^tfl, If. I give in now. lo>«l my, <
s. ex4 just When I've got tt screwed
tlruij , aeemfe myself clearly for th
I and time in my, life. Ill never be
iheif a Ujling. I’m ,g!ad Claire 1
*ThV turned rj* down. She mai _
ughti> calculating little gold-digger..as you
i MM Say. but she was right—I couldn't
iently>have supported her and myself to
w ing, save my Ufc. ^But the next woman
. full. < I love -and 1 don't feel now as if
as » I d ever love another—wonT b< able
nan-fto throw- that in nfc*vface' Yop
for- can’t hur^/them. mspee soft
I ttuh and worthless. I—I wish you had a
wete j daughter. Dm}, to comfort you for
the the way I’ve thrown you down."
Old T. Q.Vhead want up «t Uiat.
.M,ar and there were una ihaired tears in
T I hk eyev “I wish so. too ixjy. • I—
-irnnk 1 *u*m I ih goim to be prety/ lonely
. without you; Clay. But I wqn t try
H lus i16 kw>P y®u. You can conie home
UP by
s first
to come from such pale Ups. “You
had your chance to make a man of
yourself. The orphanage did kick
vou out. didn't it. even if you were
branded? ' Their didn’t keep you
prtioner. and force you to cat the::
starvation rations and wear their
Charity clothes, did they? ; Well.
Dad, I’m going to have my chance.
loo1 I'm going to kick my sell out.
fm cot to. if-4 eve* atnount to
anything. U Ifmjlver to be the kind
of man a glijl <fln love for himself
and not for hM latlterV millions.
Ton had it tasj||(r than I have—-’
[ ^BMierl” T. IQ. Cvtu banged
his fist on bis desk. Clay after
all I’ve done far you-j”
"Yes. thatk whst I. mean " Clay
Curtis suxxi hiejground *?\'ou had
It easier th|m j vt )iadp-if you
wanted to turn mnirself into a inan.
iHc been
stuffed with rich foods drrwtj Uke
the Prince of Wales, doctored by
speciallstsVlfjl had a toe eche.isent
to private schools, promoted from
grade to grade whether ^ deserved
promotion or . not, f railroaded
ml: .
i A Better Tire
.nni.65
WARE, Phone 262
my .time to talk a Utile bit Npw.
boy’, I |uess,iyou know how lutrd
life was! for me until about twenty,
years ago Even then the struggle
announced her engagement to
rlfat. bald-headed butteV-and-egg
'MB that she’d nearly died laugh-
! taT st when I’d been taking her
arpund to the nigjhtclubs." ‘ His
head went down egkm, but he did
not sob. Mis tears had been dried
m the fire of his anger.' J
I, “WeU. boy. I'm-glad to nerve you
home again. I’m sorry this had to
happen, but maybe it will be aU
lor the best in the long run. I>a
made a place lor you in the Curtis
Qtor-_" 1 ° *
l -That's Just ib—there it Is again!"
j The Only
Hill-Sized Caf at
dollar' biU for his trouble. Renum-
ber how I give him a necktie out
of my peddler’s pack; musta been
a pretty funny tie. too. iput I Uiought
it was geend. because I d p<d4
ude my music, but did they hold
back my degree because I hadn’t
earned it? No. they didn't. I was
oldi T. Q. Ctirtls* son. and old T. Q.
had Ttren the college its Stadium,
hadn't he» He paused for breath
wiping--hi* flushed (Me with an
tamactdatel m -nogrartuneti hand-
kerchief- j. j ,r.:- t •
“You di'int .sesm to despise the
staa im so imich when you were
breaking track records on tt” T.
Q. said mildly, too mild'
employe in the Curtis
that ‘ old T. Q.’ was dsadlle.t when
lie^wis vsw. vsry mild 6f voice and
tjhese prices Giving Such
Perfoifmance and Luxury
• i I ' i il1/ . i ? \i_a - i_- ■ -.» ■ ■
maw idea it Wka for me to open!* to work— well, come and work in
knew uttlS dry goods store She used to my store. If \bu want to struggle
clerk in It all day and set up half up from the bottom, go to work
the night making dinky little aprons driving a'delivery truck—g new you
and.blood-war caps and fancy gar- arV one of the Ijcst ckauleiirs in
Curtis terg hand-embroidered corset the < world by this timcV-o- handle,
angry covers, to sell to thr .ladies of Col-,the incoming stock, if you want to
1___' .do some Veal struggling. \fhy. boy.
insets. | -Many.s .the time she didn’t clear :Tvc built up the; Curtis $tore for
And while^ #M wasting )my time more’n twenty oents above cost cjf you. I’m about ready to retire,
at the stadium, (he processors were materials on a cap or ah apron, but' soon as you’re ready to take my
it on. working her fin- place.” | - ’ |
one. to''get a start) for ^ But Dad. ' dw bo> inLerrupiedi
a> lot eagerly, “that's Just it. I can't.ev-
about er take your place. I doi t love- a
born, department store - yours of mine or
have any one else’s. ;- And I m hot fitted
b^to’ky educktion or taste fo' depart
^*;ni .ment store work. . Another thing, if
dJ- 11 went to work in the Cui tis Store,
in any capacity, no matter how low-
_ ___ _ I
quit working in the store, and take rniptoj^’"would cater to'fie; lhoM
SEDAN ;$j
, :«MTauJ <
/. o. k Dsmt
T, Q. admitted. “But
y you should take my
luc I give jrou a Job
:ng him a millionaire,
along. You’ve all heasg
4 got his sImV I must
oto. okl woukin’t be qsi
gfig .to a young whip
like you. Good night!"
After the “young »hipti
enjt of the room. *o»d t. j
ed in his chair, his gna
nands'lying loosely on
Ms long, lean body and
(w, '-that ' had been
countless times to AbraJ
ng j -Because [ couldn't earn • ten
«* j thousand cento S year as assistant
*f|g*ns«hl managiT,-and you know it!
I , You knov tme isn’t an office boy
sr'-iin the outelt (tar doesn't know
ily ; more about merchandise than J
ip- do" pi_ , . -i
en! -you can learn." W. Q '» »«ger
es. j rose above bis pity for the dlsillus-
pt; toned boy. "You’re acting like a
»d fool Clay, and any office boy in the
h- outfit—" his voice mimicklcd his
In son’s bitterly—“can tel} * you that
ed I’m not long on pwtienen.! I've tried
n- to give you a happy life, make up
re* to the miserable little'kid that I
it- was for aU he missed, by seeing you
an enjoy every advantage and luxury
that money can taiy. and I tell you,
rd right now that I’m not going to put
n- up with much more of this kind of
lis talk from you. I’ve triad to be pa-
th. tient with you. because I know that
m. Donnell hussy gave s knock-out
*A' miles an J ifiore
an hour. .
5 h» 25 jnilcs j»B 8,
second.. ' •
25 mifes to (ho
UkH<»n. M
Euil'sijcd,.with|
a an pic scaf n Q
he subject with _
But a q?*n San t make jMX
running tn track meets. | ______________J L. _ _
)I pas waAMng pnf time more’n twenty oents above cost of you
- me through every course *he went
h. 1 was a great* guy at gfTS to tl
cause I could play the _[0r you
saxophone and the flute. more abo
sprint • faster than any ourselves,
other rich man’s son. I don’t know we used to say. The boy 1
what the boys working 1 their way to eat-off of oiknotb.’ or
through could have, dope or. the g0 away to grand Schools
track or ih the football field. They to talk propd|, and be so
didn’t have a chance. They had to '-when you was five oc ___ ^ __ _
study, had to make their gradiss if old I used to try to get your ma to iy. i d *tiu be 4 Curtis. T ne rest of
they got Jem." quit working In the *tore. and take employes would cater to ne; those
“WeM. r guess it oorocn do*n to things a little easy, for ws was pros- above me would hate n». ait they'd
this.” T. Q^stod In that mild, dan- perlng by that time, more'n wed promote me. nm to voU ilth good
gcrous voice of his; nhslt l, ought expected. , But she put you tn o reports of me too tnatterfhow rot-
You can proxin Ajv rirruir.xtrn- ii| loch siartlinj: contrast to all
lion of pcr/onttJnre lhaf .-the xxlur fours an J site* tn or near
Chrysler ,,5^,,'4with its 5^ tK? "SP” price Aivinon as to
miles and mere an hour, 5 to 25 automafUcaHy determine vour
miles in 8 sccuncis. 25 miles ru .( rcisiob* <
thcga.llon, ma'rkejj case olhan- » » »
Jlin*,nd c.«aSndy ! Sl'TiS^iETSS
operation at all t}>ced!*—is in a /,.,h Uut'Sodmi. All * krt
brilliant cl-issof its ot* n which * I n oinet federal
no others havfycR approached. ‘ S
capacity 1
adult pass
Mtwhai r j pi
.pltdWry*
to have
begin that early associating with be my own efforts that pushed me
high-class children. I used to want ** my n.^0. '
h.rtod^.up ..you to,™ u* »,ki
s.ns£,sr srrssM 2?.?srta«
but she «tudt to her work. 1 ^
when the two-story, building was p**!1 nJ irrlTo
S®3aMSS!5ii^asi
plans for you. dreamed big dreams k^me^h^
for you. and11 guess I did mv part " music. . You let me hove four
know—«hf> rii«a mrieht * tn the ““ listened to the bcsl music in
the world and now you want bu-
to nm si department store- when I
don t know a thing about the bu*i-
il(rCin|fsrro4 tcdiuiM)
under rbe Fr-too: Ifirctnk ;
I gather that’s what you
that you rr blaming me nov
doing that. That right, be
Afj Chr•• tier thrslmjr?
tn jrtfMci ri»e vomvnus
hifisniii. Ask if hut -O
tco^tMd plan. ’!
ciiy for fisc passengers, its
smart, low*qwur»« li/xti and
beauty of color harmony-H ,iiuc
i u f*o$rttrm
re of\ time
rjiJci'l itf*
ened. drew back •'
Steely gliat in hu fi
not blaming you, 1
But I’m trying to
why I’ve got to cUta
ray own * Root
you* put' tt. You
thing an lnduatvnl
gent, parent could
now I’ve been bump
It was aU all her life.’*, ^ 1
d tp strug- { .Old T. Q. paused, his voice too
JEWS he u « o.
-----------all that j man SU looked UM a boy ^ unM
you missnd In life tbit’s m»d$ me of nineteen—turned as if Jerked byi1** lired* Mmgglfd. starvtd ^
soft and unless a parasite, Just as unseen wires to jtsr* up at a por- "Music’s aU right—foi girik." T
Claire Donnell called be.” trait above the-fireplace behind T. Q. stirred in his seat ahd groqrlet
“AU wftaen'ain't tiki Claire Don-iQAi ctudr. [ .1T at hk son. -But I never* thought i
aett'boy," T. Q. Hutched M the 1» wae a'badly done, martiettc, son of mine would war*- to spent
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