The Deport Times (Deport, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 27, Ed. 1 Friday, August 6, 1915 Page: 2 of 4
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The Deport Tim<
8AM C. HOLI.OWAY, PoiLIMRl
Entered at the postoffice at Deport,
Texas. m second-class mail matter. |
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HHHN
Card* oi thanks, resolutions of re-
)>ect. obituary notice*, and all politi-
i al effusions wilt be charred for at the
rate of one cent per word. Also all
church or any other announcements, if
i ie object is to raise money, must be
I aid for it regular rates. Count your
\ orda and remit with manuscript.
No ad accepted for leas than 20c.
One Year...
Six Mouths
.ft. 00
. .50
IN ADVANCE
Prospects for another Demo-
cratic victory were boosted up
a notch Monday when Theodore
Roosevelt announced that it
would be impossible for him to
return to the G. O. P.
Sam Kinsey planted one fourth
of an acre in cane this year,
from which the mill squeezed
out thirty-live gallons of as tine
sorghum as one ever smacked a
lip over. We know because we
sampled it.
Last week W. P. Evans adver-
tised for two stray mules. J.
W. Richardson is a subscriber
to The Times and he located the
mules in his pasture. It pays
to use the advertising columns
of The Times.
Wichita County remains in
the wet column. Returns from
the prohibition election held Sat-
urday give the antis a majority
of 512 votes. The votes was the
heaviest ever polled in the coun
ty and the tight the warmest.
Dallas wants Billy Sunday
and The National Democratic
Convention. The City of the
Hour needs and should have
them.—Later. Sunday lias been
secured to conduct a seven
weeks’ revival in the fall of 1916.
Fulbkight folks want a per-
manent road from their town to
be built to connect with the road
leading south of Clarksville.
If they have as much enthu
siasm and co-operation with a
bond issue for that purpose as
they have in maintaining a club
to drag and grade dirt roads,
we predict a bond issue will
carry.
Quite a number of farmers
are making sorghum this week.
The cane crop is fine and the
acreage is about tilree times as
great as last year. This is a
crop that lias been neglected
in this section for many years,
but the war lias brought it back
into its own. May our people
not forget the lessons of thrift
the past year lias taught us!
There is a great deal of spec-
ulation these days as to the price
that will be paid for cotton this
fall. It is The Times’ opinion
that if the entire crop is thrown
on the market as it is gathered,
the price will be about the same
as last year. On the other hand,
if warehouses are used and the
crop is marketed gradually, the
l»iice will hold up. Southern
bankers can insure such a con-
dition by announcing to cotton
s|>eculatoiM "and spinners that
they are going to loan farmers
money on their cotton at a reas-
onable rate of interest.
If a member of your family
died, would you print the obitu-
ary on a billboard? Ifyour wife
e itertained, would you paint an
account of it on a road sign? If
you were to enlarge your busi
ness, would you advertise in a
hotel register? If you had a
wedding in your family, would
you have a write up on a calen-
dar? If the society your wife
belongs to wanted an announce
ment published, would you send
it away from home to be printed?
You would send such items to
your local paper, would you not?
Then why don’t you put your
advertisement in the home pa-
per? The newspaper helps
build your town.—Ex.
Ruben* 3 Old Dad
«U BwmI Hu. All to Sqesd.
By M QUAD
Copyright, ltll. by tbo McClure
Newspaper Syndicate.
I got out at a email railroad station
In Tennessee, to find a crowd in front
of a saloon, and aa 1 began Inquiring
tlie cause of tbs excitement a young
man of twenty turned and replied:
“Stranger. 1 can tell ye all about It
Do you want to see tbe corpse?"
"la some one dead ?**
“Dead as a coon track, and It's my
own dad at that"
"Been a row here?”
"Not a bit of It. Dad jest made a
fule of blsself. He’s In tbar waitin’
fur a cart to take blsself borne to be
laid out and burled."
"Never seed nothin' to ekal It In all
my bo'n days," said a man In tbe
crowd.
“I was right yen or I wouldn’t bev
sniggered to it nohow." added a sec
ond.
“It was jest this way, stranger,"
continued tbe bou as be picked a sliver
off a pine box and began to whittle at
It with u spring back Jackknife: “Dad
and me cornea down yere this morn In-
to buy a mewl. Dad was powerful
frisky all tbe way down, and he sea
to me. aez be:
“ 'Rubeu. I kin outwalk, outrun, out
Bbute. outholler and outllck anything
on top of tbla yere alrtb’s surface.’
“1 sees dad was purty cbucky, and I
aez to him, I aez:
" ‘Dad, you’s top of tbe heap round
yere, and nobody kin deny It, but doan'
you go and meet up witb no tight In
town. We’s nrter a mewl, we is, and
we doan’ want no fusslu’ nor nuthlu’.
"And with that dad jumps fo' feet
high, and cracks bis heels together,
and whoops out that he’s b’ur traps,
plzen, powder aud catamount all boil-
ed down Into one, und that he’s dan
gerous If anybody goes to pick up hts.
bind foot.”
"Yaas. und I bears him holler when
he’s a mile away.” said one of tbe
crowd.
“Of co’se you did,” replied Itubcn;
"of co’se. Dad was powerful on hol-
lerin'. He'd holler a b'nr out’n a tree
half a mi e away. When he got down
yere tliar was n feller from Memphis
with u patent liftin’ masbeen a-stand
In’ right yere. Thar's the pieces of It
agin this fence, while the feller his-
self Is ten miles away and still run-
nln”’
"But 'twasn’t his fault” protested n
man on muleback.
"I ain’t sayln’ as ’twas." placidly
answered Ruben. 'Tm sayln' as dad
got mixed up aud made a fule of hls-
self. No sooner had be sot eyes on
tbe maslieen than he cracks bis heels
together aud crows like s rooster and
sez to me. sez he:
** ‘Ruben. I kin pull tbe hull state of
Tennessee right up by the roota If
kin git a brace fur my feet"
"Yaas, I heard him say them re
marks.” put In one of the crowd.
“Of co'se lie said ’em.” continued
Ruben; “of co’se. Ho spit on his
bands, grabbed them ’ere handles and
when he straightened up I jest felt the
ground tremblin' all around.1
“8o’d 1!" called seven or eight voices
In chorus.
“Dnd had one side of the hull coun
try lifted up two foot high when there
was a rip and a smash, them bundles
tore out. the mosheeu flew to pieces
and tbe alrtti sunk back with a chug
whh h made us dizzy."
“Then your father had broken a
blood vessel or something of the sort?"
I queried.
"JSkeersly, stranger, skeersly. Dad
wasn’t no man to stop at one blood
vessel. He jest busted blsself all to
pieces and was a goner afore w*
could reach him. I might say be sort
of run together and caked. He was
six foot high when he grabbed them
'ere handles, and now you can't make
him over fonr foot eight as be lays In
tbar on a board. Jest pulled his knees
up and Ills shoulders down, and I reck-
on his pants would hold his gal-
luses up If tliar was any buttons on
’em. The man who owned tbe ma-
sbeen wasn't to blame—of co'se he
wasn’t—but when be seed the calam-
ity be started fur Knoxville on the
jump, ond he was Jumpin’ when be
turned tbe co'ner of the hill up thar.
Dad’s In yere. stranger. Come and
take a look. Mighty good man he tvs'- "
"And yon are waiting to take i a
body home?" I queried as a wagon
drove up to the shed.
“That’s It. stranger."
“It will be a sad sight for your moth-
er to see the body come home."
“Toler’bl.v sad. toler’bly sad." replied
the young man, “though she's been ex-
pectin' It for the last ten y'ars. I
know nbout what she’ll say. As ths
wagon drives up and she sees me she’ll
stand in tbe door and call out:
“ ’IIus It happened this time, RubeT*
” ’Yep. maw.'
“‘Smashed up or dead?*
“ ’Dead as a dead rabbit P
“ ‘Tackle an elephant, did heY
“ ’Wurs’n that, maw.’
“ ’A hull clrcusY
“ ’And wuss than that. He tried te
lift the bull alrtb on one of them mn-
aheens.’
‘“Shoo! Shoo! And It busted him?’
“ ’All to smash!’
“‘Doctor look at him?"
“ ’Two of ’em. ami both agreed that
Ms prancin’ days was over.’
’’ ’Waal. I kflowed they’d be If he
kept whoopin’ It np. an’ mobile lie n
better off. At least we’ll. allow that
be Is, and you cum In and cat some
wood and feed tbe bawg and we’ll git
in early start to bory him In tbe
II THE SHADOW 1
B, M. QUAD
Copyright, 1911, by tha MeChir*
Newspaper Syndicate.
What meaus this?
Are these men crazy?
In the days of tbe Overland trail,
before the wildest financier dared jo 1
He Didn’t Blow
His Own Horn
By LOUISE B. CUMMINGS.
predict u highway of Iron rails stretch-
ing across that great tract of country— :
utmost a continent of Itself— tVhlch we
used to call tbe far west, u caravan ;
had been picking Ita slow way along j
over the green prairies and sterile
plains for days aud weeks, every man's
face turned toward the Ele Dorado-
more than a mile of white topped wag-
ons. more than 300 men. women and
children. There have been Jealousies
aud heart burnings, even In the pres,
euce of tbe hostile Indians, moving
swiftly about by day and crawling and
lurking like deadly Berpents by night
Two wagons haul out of the line at
uildafternoon and start awuy at a right
angle. Two wagons—two wives, eight
children, three men. It Is foolhardy,
dangerous. They drive awuy In the
shadow of death, the children crying
and the women pleading.
The three men will not even look
back. They feel that they have been
wrouged and Insulted, and their pride
Is at stake. Men will listen to no argu-
ment a't such times-stubbornly refuse
to reason with those they love. These
men realize their danger, aud tomor-
row when they have grown calmer and
when- something like an apology Is
borne to them from the main party
they will return to tbe line, satisfied
with having shown their “Independ
enee."
The little baDd has gone into a “dry
camp”—no water to be had for man
or beast. Three miles farther on there
Is plenty, but they could not travel In
the darkness. It lias been a long, hot
day. and man and beast are suffering,
but no one complnlns. Even the chil-
dren choke over their bread and do uot
ask for a drink.
By and by, all but the sentinel dose
their eyes In sleep. A single sentinel
to watch u camp In which there are
so many precious lives menaced by
such tierce enemies, over which greal
vultures had circled all that day! So.
all did not sleep. Then were two
wives who lay uwake listening to the
song of the crickets, to the rustling of
tlic night breeze, to the dismal voices
of the coyotes circling about the camp.
There was a threat to them in every
sound—a warning of evil In every gust
of wind, and there were children who
did not sleep, though they were ns
quiet ns the dead. They had heard
of the tomuhawk and Hcalplng knife,
of the lack of mercy la the heart of nil
Indian warrior.
Where Is the sentinel? There were
two wagons. lie stood or sat between
them as much for tbe company of the
inmates ns for their protection. At
uilduight tbe guard Is changed. The
relief takes up the same position as
Ids predecessor did. lie notes the same
surroundings. The only change is In
the position of the moon, which has
been sinking away until the big cac-
tus now throws a dark shndow to the
east. Tbnt shadow Is tbe blackest
spot in all tbe foregrounds, but It ex-
cites no special attention. Why should
It? Wuat should there be about n
shadow cast by tbe June moon to cre-
ate nlarm.
It is 1 o’clock.
Though standing on his feet, the sen-
tinel has molded—almost asleep. He
rouses himself with a shake, turns to
every point of tbe compass to peer and
listen, but nil Is quiet.
The shndow! It has grown mnnv
feet longer in the hour. It Is like a
great black tongue thrust out toward
him from the base of tbe plant, but Ids
eyes do not dwell upon It. The wagons
also east shadows to the east; so do
the horses yet standing oil their feet
Shadows are but shadows. The perfect
silence of the night lulls the watcher
on to a feeling of security, and he says
to himself that the night will pass
without even an alarm to wake the
lightest sleeper.
“11a! What’s that?"
A movement, a rustling, a faint noise
us of something stirring. A prowling
wolf or coyote—that Is It. The beast
Is dodging nbout In hopes to pick lip
something from the evening meal of
the emigrants—that's nil.. llow jtllly Ut L"™* 1111
be sturtled by the sound!
The shadow! It has grown until It
now almost touches the sentinel's
feet. Will he take warning now? Will
he heed the black object wblt-li has
been’ creeping forward as the blnck
shadow crept, noiseless ns the footfnlt
of a specter, fierce ns the growl of n
wounded tiger? No! He takes n step
or two to relieve hla limbs and glances
over at the horses.
From tlic blackness of the shndow a
dark figure rose np nnd sank bis toma-
hawk into tbe sentinel’s skull, mid the
next moment a horde of dusky demons
One beauty of New England Is the
lakes set In utnong her hills. On a
still morning these hills are reflected
uu the lakes, giving as perfect an
Image as the orlgiuul. 1 was sitting
ouq summer morning on the porch of
a cottage situated on a point of land
overlooking one of these lakes admlr-
lug the reflection In company with an
old man who hud been born and al-
ways lived In the place. Tbe trees had
been cut away before the steps, leav-
ing open a path leading down to the
water and a vista revealing a narrow
patch on the opposite shore, in tbe cen-
ter of which was a small house. My
venerable companion gave me a story
about this place, the time being some
forty years before.
“Cyrus Copelaud lived In that bouse,'
be said, “when I was a youngster. He
bad a wife and a daughter. Molly, tbe
daughter, was as trim u girl as ever I
saw. 1 used to see her driving her
father's cows to aud from pasture, and
she walked as straight us a soldier
boy. She wore her dresses not much be-
low tbe knee, but when I stood beside
her I noticed that she was pretty nigh
as tall as 1 was, and I wus a grown
man.
“There’s never been much to earn
around here. Nature designed It for
summer recreation, and now we're get-
ting city people nnd bungalows. Cope-
land died, leaving nothing to his wife
and duugbtcr, nnd his wife soon fol-
lowed him.
“If you'll move a little this way
you’ll see another bouse—that yellow
one with a red roof. A man lived
alone In that bouse—he had no wife—
who took considerable Interest In tbe
Copland family. He’d seen Molly
grow up from child to woman, und
even when she was no more than four-
teen years old she hud kept this man—
Jim was his name—from thinking
about any woman, although he was
pust thirty at the time. After Copc-
lund died Jim 8(>eiit his time Inventing
ways to make the widow nnd the girl
think what be provided for them was
their own, aud they were not Indebted
to him for lb This was no credit to
him. seeing that he bad no one of his
own to do for, and the only comfort
be had was doing It for them. He
might have married one of them, but
be didn’t want the widow. She was
too old, and Molly was too young for
him.
“When the widow died Molly wus
tweuty ycurs old und Jim was forty-
two. He saw that some oue would
have to take care of her since she
hadn't anything to live on nnd no one
to tie to. Aud tbe worst of It was that
Jim had told so many lies that she
thought she was well fixed. After her
mother’s funeral Jim went to see Mol-
ly to have a talk. You sec, it would
he hard for him to couccul much long
er that he wus putting up ull the mon-
ey for her and the condition couldn't
continue indefinitely. There was only
ouc way out of lb Despite the differ-
ence In their ages, he must marry her.
Rut how to break the matter to her
was a problem.
“Molly uulnteutloimfty helped him
out.
’’’There’s something. Uncle Jim’—
she’d l>eeu used to t-allingvhlin Uncle
Jim from n child—’that I've always
wished to know. What was the trou-
ble that preyed on father's mind, nnd.
1 am convinced, finally killed him?
“Jim hadn’t the heart to tell her nnd
tried to crawfish, hut she hung on nnd
at last he told her. Copelund had had
trouble with one tlWynne ubout a
mortgage Gwynno hud on his pWce.
One day <1 Wynne was found dead. It
was known lliat there had been trou-
ble between him nnd Copeland, nnd
Copelund was accused of tbe murder.
Rome neighbors tried to lynch Cope-
Innd, and Jim drove them off.
“Nothing more was done about the
matter, hut Copelund lived the rest of
his life under a cloud, for the real
murderer never turned up.
"Jim told Molly the story, dm whig
It ns mild as he could as to tbe part
be had taken, in the mutter, for he
didn't want to blow his own horn, but
it wasn't likely that Molly could have
lived all these yearn without her father
and mother letting her know that they
hnnkful to Jim for something.
When he came to the part where he
bad stood ngninst the men that want-
ed to lynch her father he tried to make
It a PI tear of not much importance.
“Molly Just threw her arms around
his ueck and. crying hard, said: ’Uncle
Jim. I know from what father and
mother have said that what you did
was of the greatest Importance, but
they nerer told me that tt was. I can
see now that you acted tbe part of a’—
“Jim didn't hear any more for her
solw. Of course he sympathized with
her and let her cry with tier head on
We Buy Your
BUTTER
AND
And pay the highest
market price for all
you will bring us.
We also want
to sell you all
the Groceries
and Feed you
desire. Our
stock is com-
plete and our
prices right.
The
Cash
Grocery
Rev. W. A. McCammon, form-
er pastor of the Deport Preshy
terian Church, hag accepted a
call to a church in Denver, Colo.
His household goods, which have
been stored here for over a year,
will be shipped to that place.
Nathan Grant, J. T. Woodard
and Miss Herlha Norrell left
Wednesday for Whites horn to
attend the annual reunion of the
11th Texas Cnivaiy, Confederate
Veterans. Miss Norrell will
visit in the hum? of friends in
that city.
were In the camp—shooting, shouting. ] W* "boulder. After tliut It came easy
tomahawking, using knife or war dub. I f°r him to explain to her that be hud
Five minutes Inter there were no more "•* .....1 1— “"*K
sawnln'.’
victims to kill. Thunk Clod, none were
carried away to torture and captivity!
A few moments more to hack nnd
mutilate—to plunder, to rejoice, and
then tlic camp of the dead was left for
the dead to guard. The wolf came
creeping down to the horrid least, tits
.’yes blazing with greediness and his
vellow fangs sharpening ns he drew
’loser and closer. Half n mile away,
on the line of s dead tree, the vultures
been putting up for her nnd her moth
er. aud It wouldn't be best for him to
^eep on doing It unless they were mar-
ried. Molly saw It In this light aud
concluded she'd better take the old
rhnp."
"Who was JlmT' I asked
“Jim? I'm Jim."
“I see. That accounts for the modest
part you hare given yourself In tbe
story."
I learned from Jim's wife that his
drew their beads from under
wings and nttered a horse croak!
croak! They could not fly tn the dark-
ness—could not be present with the
wolf to gorge themselves, but morning
would do! There would be plenty left!
their defense of her father was a remark
ably heroic act. Moreover, she told me
that from tbe time she was old enough
to know what love was she had ex-
pected ond desired that she wonld be
his wife.
STOP! THINK! THEN ACT!
It’* Easy, It’s Business,
It’s Good Judgment; It’s
Reasonable, It’s Economy
—It's Thoughtfulness To
have a good Insurance Poli-
cy on your property.
TODAY! not Tomorrow—
Tomorrow may never come.
Seeme—I appreciate your
business.
Joe A. Grant
First State Bank
Deport, Texas
M. H. BAUGilN
LAWYER
Office in the Broad Building
Paris, Texas
WELLS & CALVIN
Lawyers
Lynch Building
PARIS, TEXAS
DUDLEY, LOVE & DUDLEY
Attorneys-at-Law
34 Bonham Street
Paris,
Texas
IMPERIAL SAD-IRON CO.
Ft Worth, Tex.
wants ■ representative
at every town to sell
the MKkUl iron. '
DR. F. G. COOK
Veterinary Surgeon and Dentist
Office in Paris Livery A Transfer
Company Building, Paris
Only Graduate of Veterinary Medi
Cine in this part of Texas.
At DEPORT 2nd SATURDAY it.
each month.
IDS MT *0 MORE A D9UBS-
HT with the ■KIIU.
IIN. Labor reduced
one half. UFEU4TEA-
IETTIE. Can be operat-
ed ten hours for two cents. Ironing can be dons
on the porch, no running back and forth from
the ironing board to the fire. The greateat thing
on earth m SUM WEATHER. Each one is sold under
s guarantee. Call on our representative and aee
a demons! ration of ita merits.
Wt an represented at your place by
DEPORT HARDWARE CO.
Deport Lodfe Directory
Deport Lodge No. 381 A. F.
A A. M. meets on Saturday
night beforeeach full moon.
City J. H, Moore, W. M.
A’. L. Stalls. Secretary
Deport Chapter No. 171 R.
A. M. Regular Convocation
first Tuesday night iu each
month. Visiting companions
welcome.
V. C. Oliver, H P
Edgar Smith, Sec.
Deport Camp No. 7070
Royal Neighbors meet]
every other Saturday af-f
ternoon.
Mrs. Hubert Roberts, Or-
iole.
Mrs. Rosa Geer, Recorder
E. H. B. STEELE
Physician and Surgeon
Residence, Commercial Hotel
Res. 'Phone 105 Office phone, 146
Office at City Drug Store
DEPOUT, TEXAS
DR. S. H. GRANT
General Practice
Office in Post Office Building
Phone—Office 41.—Residence 201.
DEPORT, - TEXAS
DR. M. CARLESS ANDREWS
Dentist
Suite 501. First Nat’l Bank Bldg.
Paris,.....Texas
DR. A. FRANK MANHART
DENTIST -
PARIS, TEXAS
Rooms 301-302 First Nat’l Bank Bldg.
A. P. Park L. T>. Hardison;
W. F. Moore
Park, Moore & Hardison
LAWYERS
South Side Lamar Ave., Paris, Tex.
Deport Lodge No. 300
Rebekaha meet every other]
Saturday afternoon
Mrs. Ora Wallace, N. O.
Mrs. Mallie Kimball Sec.
Deport Lodge No. 316 I
O. O. F. meet 2nd Mon
day night in each mo.
John McArthur, N. G.
Joe Grant, Sec.
Deport Grvoe No. 415 meets every
other Saturday afternoon,
Mrs. Maude Baughn Guardian.
Mrs. Zuma Lawler, Clerk
Deport Camp No. 248 WO.
W. meets every 2nd and 4th
Tuesday night.
J. H. Moore, C. C.
O E Hayes, Clerk
Deport Lodge No. 446,
K. of P. meets 1st and 3rd
Tuesday nights in each
month. Visiting brothers
welcome.
Karl Kimball. C. C.
Lloyd Hayes, K. of R. A B.
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