Record and Chronicle. (Denton, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 22, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 9, 1909 Page: 2 of 6
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in Sherman and will speak ton'gh* 'lowing the f'--*•'
at Kgntuckytown land Denver train here since Monday
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Never the winter came with
j weary round of rain and fog and snow
that his heart and mind did not fly
I over the tideless southern sea to the .
land of his birth if not of bls blood- ™ls nreProo<1- •’ known
I Sorrento, that jewel of the sun bathed
i cliffs!
With a quick gesture of both hands
with the axe—Marn e's scalded—Pa
*ra’t walk from piles—mil e has
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ba,
He picked up a novel. "I should be
sorely tempted to call any other man
a silly ass. Leddy Lightfinger—it
would be a fine joke if my singer
turned out to be that irregular per
son.”
He fell to reading, but soon yawned.
He shied the book into a corner, drew
off his boots and cast them into the
hall. A moment after his valet ap-
peared, gathered up the boots and
waited.
“I want nothing, Giovanni I have
only been around to the postofflee.”
“I beard the door open and close
four times, signor.”
“It was I. If this fog does not
change 1 shall want my riding
breeches to morrow morning."
“It always rains here,” Giovanni re-
marked.
"Not always. There are pleasant
days in the spring and summer. It is
because this is not Italy. The Hol-
lander wonders how any reasonable
being can dwell in a country where
they do not drink gin. It's home. Gio-
vanni Rain pelts you from a differ-
ent angle here. There is nothing
more. You may go. It is 2 o’clock, and
you are dead for sleep."
But Giovanni only bowed,
not stir.
“It is seven years now, signor.”
"So it is—seven this coming April.”
“I am now an American citizen and
may return to my good Italia without
danger.” < ,
"That depends. If you do not run
acron* any official who recognfxes
you."
Giovanni spread his bands. “Official
memory seldom lasts so long as seven
The signor tuts crossed four
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in tong
into his vest for a cigar
had a singing voice.”
"Hub! '
that. But mebbe she wasn't bad at' servant.
the business. AnnyhoW”—
"It was rather out of time and place.
alluringly mysterious.
sidious evils of unwise marriage
with foreign “noblemen" are
cleverly shown, and the familiar
have been
the water
we'd pay for and, best of all, it is
sure-enough wet water—pure, clear
and sparkling Some other towns
there are with plenty of water—of
a kind. Good for sprinkling all
right and even fairly good for bath-
ing. But Denton's water Is the kind
folks drink by preference and
necessity.
Jim Jones, he was an editor—that is.
he tried to be;
He bought himself a printin' press
an’ started in to see
Just what there was in editin'
“Penance, signor, penance for my
sins, and I am not without gratitude.
There was a time when I had rather
cut off a hand than black a boot But
all that is changed. We of the Sabine |
DAILHARTJ Tex., Sept. 8.—Fol
first Fort Worth
A life-time c tizen of Denton coun-
ty stated yesterday that the conii-
tion of the people as a whole was
the worst he haj ever known. Plen-
ty of good men, he stated, will be
unable to provide for the'r families
extended or
The merchant
general!)’ will be strained to carry
his present load without
further obligations, and
much he desires to offer his friends
and customers assistance, is unable
to do so. Texas has already this
year speut nearly $4,000,000 for good
permanent public roads. In every
instance the results have been sat
isfactory. Within a very short time
the developed and truly agricultural
belt of Texas will be netted with
good public roads. Our people now
need the wofk, the money will be
spent at home and kept at home.
The proposition is truly serious and
deserves to be wisely and unpreju-
dicedly looked into
tioa are still fair. There seemB to be
a general opinion that we should se-
cure it is possible, especially among
the farmers who will be directly ben.
efited. The Chamber of Commerce
is doing all possible to secure the
location, however, it takes something
more than a desire to secure it.
There was a time when we could
certainly have secured the station.
Our effort* failed to raise the neces-
sary wherewith to secure it and we
had to'let it go by default. An ex-
perimental station located at Denton
will in al] probability amount to an-
other A. & M. college in a few years
It’s woith lots of dollars to Denton
and Denton county, and as before
stated, if it can be located here
without meeting the demands of the
locating board we will get in this
manner, inasmuch as we are unable
to raise the money to meet their
requests.
Best i„ Existence.
• I sincerely believe all things coi
isldered. Hunt’s Lightning O') is the
most useful and valuable household
remedy in ex’stence. For cuts, bums,
(sprains and Insect bites it has no
equal so far as my experience goes'"
!G. E. Huntington. Eufala. Ala.
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Hicks' Capudlne Cares Sick Head- about land trading without guess-
ing at the title. Better be on the
safe side; demand an abstract.
Duggan Acstract Co.
(Incorporated)
Denton, Texas
it has nothing to fear so far
> con-
a voice.
A policeman came lumbering over to
add or subtract his quota of interest
in the affair. Hillard wisely stopped
and waited for him.
"I heard a woman singlu'," the guard-
ian of the law said roughly.
"So did I.”
“Huh! See her?"
“For a moment,” Hillard admitted.
"Well, we can’t have none o’ this In
It’s disorderly.”
“My friend," said Hillard, rather an-
noyed at the policeman’s tone, "you
don’t think for an instant that I was
The directing this operetta?”
“Think? Where’s your bat?”
Hillard ran bls hand over his head
“I did
for fear they’d make a row;
But the more he tried to please ’em
all, the more they told him how
Until at last he took his book an'
laid it on the shelf.
Then ran the paper in tbp ground an’ year.
Besides, I have held a sword for the
church I owe no allegiance to the
puny house of Savoy!” There was no
twinkle in the black eyes now. There
“Pardon, si-
I am old and
It's the greatest healer on earth 1
Sold by J. F. Raley A Co.
to the darks of limbo. He had board stork happened to drop' the basket
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, follered it himself!
The above effua'on was found, un-
signed, in the Record and Chronicle.
If Editor Edwards Is the author of
its being, then it ie respectfully sug
gested that fall poetry Is his line,
and that he ought to work in the
spring and write in the autumn.—
'“JSitorEdward* is not guilty, i si,n!'ar ‘roubles are relieved by one
The slug bearing that well worn
credit “Ex." lost out in ‘he shuffle
when it was “railroaded" He is
not even a near-poet )
all.
ser
Many bridges over the Canad j
i I'd have caught her.”
But reason promptly asked him
what he should have done had he
caught the singer. Yes. supposing he
Rad, what excuse would he have had I
to offer? Who could she be? What j . .
peculiar whimsical freak had sent her
singing past his window at 1 o’clock ,„lvc „ ..w.
of the morning? A grand opera singer min^slttlng on this cold curb till the
FAkflimlnor Hrxrvxr*
. milkman comes around in the morn-
ing."
“That wouldn't be fer long.” latfghed
"Give every man a notice; be sure
an' let be known
Whenever Major Jinks is seen per-
ambulatin' down.
Put In a few free locals for all the
stores, an’ give ,
Away seme free subscriptions,
yon want your sheet to live
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Tlie signor will never
She was so pretty and
I Innocent! She sang
Up with the
dawn, to sleep with the stars. /We
were alone, she and I. The s^teep sup-
ported me. and she sold, her roses and
dried lavender. It was all so beau-
tiful—till be came. Ah. bad be loved
her! But a plaything, a pastime! The
signor never had a daughter. What
is she now? A nameless thing In the
streets!” Giovanni raised his arms
tragically. The boots clattered to the
floor “Seven years! it is a long time
for one of my blood to wait.”
"Enough!” cried Hillard, but there
was a hardness in his throat at the
sight of the old man's tears. Where
was the proud and stately man, the
black bearded shepherd in faded blue
linen, in picturesque garters, with his
reedlike pipe, that he. Hillard, had
known in bis boyhood days? “I can
give you ouly my sympathy for your
loss.” said Hillard, "but I abhor the
spirit of revenge which cannot find
satisfaction in anything save murder.”
Giovanni bowed gravely and made
off with bls boots. Hillard remained
staring thoughtfully at the many col-
ored squares in the rug under his feat
It would be lonesome with Giovanni
gone. The old man had evidently
made up his mind. But the woman
with the voice, would she see the no-
tice in the paper? And if she did
would she reply to it? What a foun-
dation for a romance! Bah! He pre-
pared for bed.
To those who reckon earthly treas-
ures as the only thing worth having
John Hillard was a fortunate young
man. That be was without kith or kin
was considered by many as an addi-
tional piece of good fortune. Born in
Sorrento, In one of the charming villas
which sweep down to the very brow
of the cliffs, educated in Rome up to
his fifteenth year, taken at that age
from the dreamy, drifting land and
thrust in|» the noisy, bustling Ufa
which was his Inheritance; fatherless
and motherless at twenty, a college
youth who was forever mixing his
Italian with his English and being
laughed at, bating tumult and loving
quiet, warm hearted and impulsive,
yet meeting only habitual reserve from
his compatriots whichever way he
turned, it is not to be wondered at
that he preferred the land of his birth
to that of his blood. •
The old bouse in which be lived was
not in the fashionable quarter of the
town, but that did not matter. Nor
did it vary externally from any of its
unpretentious neighbors. A cook, a
„ butler and a valet were his retinue.
Giovanni sought his own room st the
end of the hall, squatted on a low
stool and solemnly began the business
of blacking his master’s boots. Ho
was still as lean and tall as • Lom-
bardy poplar, this handsome old Ro-
man. His hair was white; there was
now no black beard on his face, which
was as brown and creased as Spanish
levant, and some of the fullness was
gone from his chest and arms, but for
all that he carried his fifty odd years
lightly. He worked swiftly tonight,
but his mind was far away from bls
task.
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"THE LURE OF THE MASK," one of Har-
old MacGrath’s latest, starts in this issue. To buy
the book would cost $1.50. But we
subscribers for 50c—with all the home
cream of the general news thrown in.
' We are Romans out there. We despise
the cities, and we do not bold out our
lalms for the traveler's pennies. lam
i peasant, but always remember the
Mood of the Caesars. Who can sny?
SENATOR BAILEY SPEAKS AT
KEN’nX’KA'TOWN
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They all knew more about it than
he could hope to know;
They told him: “You must run her
Jones, just so. an' so an so.
Be sure an’ boom the Baptists—
they're boma to help you out,
Au’ give the good old Methodists a
big salvation shout!
( “ How are your bowels?” the doctor al-
ways ssks. He knows how important Is
tbeque.tionof con.tip.tion. He knows
that inactivity of the liver will often oro-
r,**<re AMeeotNwIkwhnM. duce most disastrous results. We believe
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j —Latin, always Latin—he crossed the
room to a small writing desk, turned
on the lights and sat down. After
several attempts he realized that the
letter he had ip mind was not the slm- I
plest to compose. There were a dozen
futile efforts before he produced any-
thing like satisfaction. Then be filled
J out a small check.. A little later be
stole downstairs, around the corner to
the local branch of the postoffice and (
returned. It was only a blind throw, i
such as dicers sometimes make in the (
dark. But chance loves her true game- !
They all think alike about j s‘er, and to him she makes a faithful (
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If not already a subscriber hand in 50c today and
get the Daily from now until Nov. I, for 50c—
nearly two months. Take it that long and
not afraid of losing your subscription.
“For j
seven years you have received fifty
| American dollars every month, and
out of it you do not spend as many
copper centesimL 1 am certain that
i you have 20.000 lire tucked away in
your stocking—a fortune!”
“I buy the blacking for the signor*
boots," gravely.
Hillard saw the twinkle in the black
eyes. “I have never,” he said truth-
fully, “asked you to black my boots.”
Spec al efforts are being made to
secure funds with which to equip
and maiutaU a representative exhib-
it at the Dallas fair. Such advertis-
ing is good and if judicially taken
advantage of will result in much
good t° Denton county. Outside of
Denton's trade terr tory the county
as a whole has not taken the interest
which is necessary for the best re-
sults. A spirited an<] friendly riv-
alry between the towns of the coun
ty for trade and other honors is com-
mendable and is good for the coun-
ty. However, in the common cause
of all and I°r the good of the coun-
ty as a whole the united efforts of
the whole of Dento;1 county should
be exerted and all boost for Denton
county at the Dallas fair Denton
as the largest town and as th..1 coun-
ty site should take the brunt of the
burden and is willing to do ao. If
other portions of the county will do
their part as faithfully as Denton is
Well, Jones, he did just as they said, anxious to do, Denton county will
TTinlzA n rr>Ti’ • hat'n ihn hnat In ll£»V* hiufnrv
yeara.
U«m in thia pgrtod."
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was a ferocious gleam.
gnor. 1 grow boastful.
should know better. But does the si
gnor return to Italy in the spring?"
"I don't know, Giovanni; 1 don't
know. But what’s on your mind?"
“Nothing new, signor." with eyes
cast down to hide the returning lights.
"You are a bloodthirsty ruffian!”
said Hillard shortly.
“I am as the good God made me.
Besides, the holy father will do some-
thing for one who fought for the
cause.”
“He will certainly not countenance
bloodshed, Giovanni."
“H* ran *h*nivA if** .display. The work must nave beei
i.‘ . . . M started after thiz notice la published
*1 was in hopes you had forgotten.- Get b WILSON-WILLIAMS CO
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it needed but a moment to find out.
Even ns this decision was made he
was in the upper ball, taking the stairs
two at a bound. He ran out Into the
night bareheaded. Dp the street he
saw n flying shadow. Plainly she had
anticipated his impulse. She was
He cupped his ear with his
hand in vain. There was nothing but
fog and silence.
“Well, if this doesn't
Dutch!" he murmured.
He laughed disappointedly. It did
not matter that he was three and thir-
ty. He still retained youth enough to
feel chagrined at such a trivial defeat
Here had been something like a gen-
uine adventure, and It bad slipped like
water through bls clumsy fingers.
“Deuce take the fog! But for that
NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC. < ,
Any erroneous reflection upon the character, reputation or standing <>
M any firm, individual or corporation which may appear tn the colun is (J
•c the Record and Chronicle will be gladly corrected upon being called io <,
aee attention ef the publishers.
“That's about the size of it This
. She has
us all thinkin' on our nights off. CJev-
er an’ edjicated an’ jabbers in half a
dozen tongues. It's a thousan’ to the
man who jugs her. But she don’t
»ing; at least they ain't any report to
that effect Perhaps your leddy was
|es’ larkin' i bit. But it’s got to be
rtopped.”
Hillard passed over the cigar, and
the policeman bit off the end, nodding
with approval at such, foresight.
“Didn't get a peep at her face?"
“Not a single featdre. The light was
behind her."
“An’ how was she dressed?”
“In fog. for all I could see.”
“On the level now, didn’t you know
who she was?” The policeman gave
Hillard a sly dig in the ribs with his
’ club.
“On my word!”
“Some swell, mebbe.”
"Undoubtedly a lady. That’s why It
looks odd—why it brought me into the
She sang in classic Italian.
And, what’s more, for the privilege of
hearing that voice again I should not
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CHAPTER I.
THE VOICE IN THE FOO.
X*“^DT of the unromantic
i | 1 out of the somber blurring
I J January fog. came a voice
lifted in song, a soprano,
rich, full and round, young, yet ma-
tured. sweet and mysterious as a
night bird's, haunting and elusive as
the murmur of the sea in a shell—a
lilt from ' La Fille de Mme. Angot.” a
light opera long since forgotten in
New York. Hillard, genuinely aston-
ished. lowered his pipe and listened.
The voice'rose and sank and soared
again, drawing nearer and nearer. It
was joyous and unrestrained, and
there was youth it. it. the touch of
spring and the breath of flowers. The
music was Lecocq's—that Is to say,
French—but the tongue was of a coun-
try which Hillard knew to be the gar-
den of the world. Presently he ob-
served a shadow emerge from the yel-
low mist, to come within the circle of
light, which, faint as it was. limned in
against the nothingness beyond the
form of a woman. She walked direct-
ly under his window.
As the invisible comes suddenly out
of the future to assume distinct pro-
portions which either make or mar us,
so did this unknown cantatrice come
out of the fog that night and enter into
Hillard’s life, to readjust its ambi-
tions. to divert its aimless course, to
give impetus to it and a directness
which hitherto it had not known.
"Ab!"
He leaned over the sill at a perilous
angle, tie bright coal of his pipe spill-
ing comet-wise to the area way below.
He was only subconscious of having
spoken, but this syllable was sufficient
to spoil the enchantment. The voice I
ceased abruptly, with an odd break.
The singer looked up. Possibly her
astonishment surpassed even that of
tter audience. For a few minutes she
had forgotten that she was in New t °f thc comber fog came a voice lifted
York: she had forgotten the pain in
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TONIGHT. TRAFFIC DELAY I J BY W ASH.
OUTS NEAR DA I.H ART.
What humans are chiefly hunt- ;
for nowadays is inspiration
in one form or another. This
story cannot fail to give its
reader inspiration, and therefore
its value can hardly be overes-
timated. The magic of the love
of man for woman, that, aroused '
simply by the sound of a voice, \
causes a young millionaire to \ ‘be streets,
cross oceans and traverse i
foreign lands to find his fate |
was never better pictured. -
story is intensely romantic and I
The in- ;
1 The policeman had him here,
not bring it out”
"Too warm and summery, huh? It
don't look good. I’ve been watchin’
Italian brand of intrigue is laid s these parts fer a leddy. They call her
bare. The author shows that the \ L,^ L.1?!ltflJDger' .nU' she._has/on1.?
reward of patience and purity is
happiness and that the wages , Somebody ferglts to lock the front
of sin is death. He makes you j door, an’ she finds it out.
laugh when he pictures the ad- ‘ ‘ ‘
ventures of an American comic j
opera troupe stranded in foreign
lands. He makes you thrill with
the wanderlust when he describes
La Bella Napoli and the
covered slopes that rim
Mediterranean.
there, that’s ail.” “I would gladly have taken you each "Forgotten!
“Ha, I see! Well. Amerlky is gvod tin>®, os you know." understand I
enough fer me an’ mine,” complacent-1 “Oh, yes! But in two or three year* youthful and
ly j the police do not forget, in seven it is ]<ke the nightingale.
“I dare say!” , i different." -■--* • —•*•-
“An’ if this stogy continues to be- ’ ‘‘Ah!’’ Hillard was beginning to un
have we ll say no more about the van- d, rs‘and the trend cf this conversa
i ishin’ leddy.” The policeman strolled tion; ‘,So’ tten- ^ou wUh t0 returnr
i off, his suspicions in nowise removed, i Yes, signor. I have saved a little
j He knew many rich young bachelors
like Hillard. If it wasn't a c, * »<•*•-•>•
[ lady it was a prima donna, which was
not far from being the same thing.
Hillard regained his room and leaned
with his back to the radiator. He had
■ an idea. It was rather green and
( salad, but as soon as his hands were
i warm he determined to put this Idea •
j into immediate use The voice bad i
! stirred him deeply, stirred him with
( the longing to hear it again, to learn
what extraordinary impulse had loosed
the song.
Never the winter came
M
If ■
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K
Mr
I - F '
York; t
her heart; there had been only an fr- '
resistible longing to sing.
Though she raised her face, he conld i
distinguish no feature, for the light 1
was behind. However, he was n man '
who made up his mind quickly. Bru- 1 ..
nette or blond, beautiful or otherwise, eh?" helpfully.
SA X— A. -a-----A A- ---A 1 »irVNL_*»_ _ t. • -- - -
Leddy Lightfiuger is a case.
A copy of this issue
Denton.
Nearly everybody in Denton takes the Daily al-
ready.
But there are a few who don’t.
These are the folks we are after.
We want them, too, to read today’s news
home news, telegraph news and a select story.
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The Brownsville correspondent of
the Galveston-Dallas News is a nifty
fellow, all right. “About fifty clt‘-
zens,” he writes, “held a meeting to
denounce the false reports sent out
to some of the state papers about
the flood situation here." Then he
Adds: “The meeting was composed
largely of real estate men." He
” Blight have said less. He could
have said more that would better
have illustrated the situation.
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Truthfully remarks
Transcript,:
The tow-j which has a water
supply that is not hurt by such
a dry spell as Texas is now ex-
periencing may be very certain
as its water supply is
cerned.
Denton has not been bothered a
bti in its water supply bby the long
dry spell. We’ve had water iq plen-
ty for every purpose,
permitted to waste all
returning home from a late supper?
But he dismissed this opinion even as
he advanced it. He knew something ;
about grand opera singers. They at-' the policeman, taking out bls watch
tend late suppers, it is true, but they ( an(j bolding it close to the end of his
ride hajne In luxurious carriages and cigar. “Twenty minutes after 1. Well,
As for Been to Italy?’
*1 was born there,” patiently.
-----ar—■ -------s-’s- i*No! Why. you’re no dagoT'
rated this well satisfied constellation "Not ao much as an eyelash.
o’ the gents done to a pulp when it
comes to liftin’ jools an’ trinkets.
rlnnr nn’ Rhp find* it nnt. Why did
you come out without yer lid?”
“Just forgot it, that’s all."
“Which way'd she go?"
“You'll need a map and a search (
light. I started to run after her my-
self. I heard a voice from my win- ;
dow; I saw a woman; I made for the i
street; nlente!”
"Huh?”
“Nlente, nothing!"
"Oh, I see—dago. Seems to me now
that this woman was stagin' 1-taly-an
too." They were nearing the light, and
the policeman gazed intently at the
hatless young man. “Why, it’s Mr.
Hillard! I’m surprised. Well, well!
Some day I’ll run in a bunch o’ these
chorus leddies, jes’ fer a lesson. They
git lively at the restaurants over on
Broadway, an' thin they raise the
dead with their stagin’, which often as
not is anything but singin'. An’ here it
is after 1.”
“But this was not a chorus lady,” (
replied Hillard, thoughtfully reaching
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