Gainesville Register (Gainesville, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 71, Ed. 1 Sunday, March 21, 1926 Page: 14 of 18
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steer tried to jump this gate, got half over and
rocked there for hours. W hen taken off, the
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If the enthusiasm displayed means '
anything, there will be fans from I
WhitesiH.ro, ( olhnsville, Tioga. Pitot
Point. Aubrey. Denton. Sanger. Vai- ;
ley X iew and Giles county in Gnines-
vilto ^heti April 6 rolls around. ■
see the Fort Worth Panthers. Dixie
champions and kings <d minor league;
baseball, play the All-Star team to
r*pre»ent the local Iannis Anderson
Poet, American Legion, as a result
of the booster trip staged’ Friday to
the above nuned towns in the in-,
tcrest of ail'trtising the forthcoming
dash at Leeper Stadium.
X. t only did those in charge of
Ike tiip advertise the event as niucn
sibl<. but high school girls ’n
■Large of ticket sales, disposed of
hundreds of 'the pastelwards before
the caravan again reached Gaines-
ville. To show how far the event
went, the sale of two tickets by Miss
Irene .Marshall, assisted by Lee M.
: Moody and Grady Culp, to a resident
|of Toronto. Canada, who was trav-
eling through the state, will’furnish
proof that the trip was not in vain.
According to those in charge of the
booster trip, they were warmly wel-
and received much encouragement in
that the fans were very much in-
terested and pepped up over the coin-
ing contest at Gainesville. They
were myt in every place by a large
crowd who enjoyed the band connect
rt ndered by the Gainesville High
School Band, who together with th*
high school girls Were included in
the party of business men.
. The string of automobiles left
Gainesville Friday morning aliout
8.30 o’clock and headed for Whites-
boro, their first stop on the tour.
Many fans are expected to be here
from Whitesboro, as the distance is
short and the roads good. The partv
took lunch at Tioga, their third
corned iq every town they visited stop. The Rev. W. Harrison Bak.*r
was in charge of the trip and made
all the announcements concerning,
the game.-—
The high scliool band of twelve
pieces under the direction of student
leader Ralph Wingert, played a few
numbers as the caravan reached tu-1
towns, jand Henry Jones, Lee XL
Moody’s Charleston dancer, enter-
tained to get the crowd assembled.
High school girls sold tickets, the in-
stitution to receive 20 per cent of
all pasteboards sold by its repre-
sentatives. the proceeds to go to th.-
High School Athletic- Association.
The party arrived back in Gaines-
ville Friday afternoon about 5.30
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A LOVE STORY
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while he was still unconscious,’and
the detectives bore him away to
temporary confinement in the head-
quarters-building until he could be
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Bob playfully stuck a fork through
the nest of flat cakes.
chance he might net be recognized
from the photographed resemblance.
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| Jins Fowler has induce J Bob Wilson
to haunt and disturb Bob on many
s day when otherwise surety and
peace would have been his.
breakfast and detects
President’s body to Washington
rolled mournfully through. Days of
other sorts, too; when Bolts Mor-
ran, hilariously behootched over the
arrival of a junior Bolt, broke open
a cage door in the menagerie car of
a circus train in the Yard and al-
lowed a tiger to escape into the
CHAPTER V—Continued
Lost in his own reflections and
reading he neither noticed that the
voice was new and unfamiliar nor
I the ceaseless pulsation of traffic
blood through the railroad artery-
on which it was a parasite, it was
virtually stagnant itself. For every
baby born, someone died or left
CHAPTER V
Dust from the measured footsteps
of five trudging years sifted over
sleepy Crater City, every season
Adding a square to the quilt of time
that tucked the little town more and
more snugly each twelvemonth in
the isolated importance of its ge-
mote hill-country bed. Though
mind when the picture was made; |
he was lean, hard, finely-drawn now.
Still, the chance was too great. Jim
town; for every restless journeyman
member of the Big Four Brother-
hoods who rolled up his store of
the world’s good in greasy overalls
and fared on, some half-baked re-
cruit put in an intimidated first day
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Scrambleton,he bragged
gloriously.
Bolts was dumbly aghast in the
The tv:o -face of such erudition.
“Report for work seven o’clock
Monday morning,” he condescend-
ed, “and I’ll shove a callous-stick
into your fists, son. And now, sc
long—there goes a guy what’s de-
veloped the hotbox habit an’ I got
a few remarks to make to him!”
Eyes flaming, he bolted after a pass-
ing yardman.
"Congratulations, Bob! You lie
beautifully,” chuckled Jim, wonder-
ing what Bob’s education and train-
SYNOPSIS---
• Jine Ponder, the mail clerk, has in-
/need Bob Wilson, the yonnp tramp,
io seek a railroad job and settle dom-n
noith him in Crater City.
are on the way to the yards when they
meet Potts, a former companion of
Bob’s. _ Potts is accused of a theft of
which Spike, another hobo, is fuilty.
Jim and Bob expose Spike and he is
taken into custody. The guilty vaga-
bond is being led away when, sudden-
ly he jabs the spike attaching to one
wrist straight at Bob Wilson’s throat.
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bulletin board—like their storied sis-
ters on beach and quay when waves
roll high, or at colliery pit mouth
when rescuers brave the gas damp
below.
As headquarters of the most dan-
ger-fraught division of transconti-
nental railroading Crater City was
in effect, therefore, somewhat of a
vermiform appendix on the coun-
try’s steel intestines in which every
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The attack came too suddenly
and too unexpectedly for any of
the onlookers to interfere. Bob’s
own wariness was all that saved
him; he caught the terrible arm
when its razorlike tip was so close
that it pricked a drop of blood from
his throat. An instant later Spike
went flat and cold from a smashing
right fist which Bolts Morran had
unleashed almost simultaneously
with Spike’s murderous thrust.
of spirit and speech that
have been utterly foreign to his
seemed to be a sabbatical repression
in the dusty flow of Main Street,
while Feeney’s Pool Emporium was
barren of its usual handful of oily-,
handed idlers and the several groups
of gossiping off-duty men whom
Bob passed were perky and animat-
ed quite beyond their accustomed
stolidity. Bob wondered mildly,
almost subconsciously, at these
signs; but the most acute and signi-
ficant testimony emanated from a
premonitory tingling in his chest—
a sort of pleasant uneasiness.
Bob was on call to take out a lo-
cal freight at seven-thirty. It was
already five minutes past seven
when he elbowedp briskly into the
APPEARS EACH
SUNDAY ONLY
“Good morning, Minnie. Ham
end eggs, turned up—toast and cof-
■Le—and bring me grapefruit first,
Kase.”
^The menfolk of Crater City had
long since accepted Bob on the
strength of his knowledge and his
'fists; the children and dpgs for his
| character. But grapefruit for break-
fast and addiction to the only parts
of the morning newspaper that no-
body else in Crater City ever
thought of reading were habits—
duly broadcasted by the lunch-
room’s loud speaker, Miss Anemone
Trisk, the arid cashier—that kept
fresh in the romance scenting noses
of the town’s fairest creatures a
tantalizing aroma of secrecy artd an
jnplumbed past safeguarded behind
the unassailable twin brpwn forts
af his smiling yet sad eyes.
An unpractised shoving of dishes
jnder and against his paper came
only as a signal to Bob, not as an
innoying distraction. He mechani-
cally picked up a spoon without
brushing the blood drop from his
Adam’s apple.
“You’re a cool customer,” sput-
tered Bolts. Jim had told him, dur-
ng their short walk from the round-
house before meeting the detectives,
that Bob sought work; so, inspired
by Spike’s mistake in the connec-
tion of Bob with the arrest, Bolts
nqw proposed abruptly, “There’s al-
ways a chance for bright, cool guys
with the Road's detective staff. I
;an fix it for you. What say?”
Bob tried tried to look pleased
must not see that handbill! Bob's
ey^s searched} out what walls and I
pilihrs of the! station were within
his view, but no duplicate poster
was to be seen. Perhaps only one
had been sent to the local authori- j
b.^:l^thV_tUarLP°.1!.Cl muiLLrOa,t • ^de/Boits Morran?“‘^
And yet, excitement was endemic
in Crater City like measles in an
orphan asylum or barber’s itch in
Italy; a public trait it had in com-
mon with other central spheres of
brawny industrial activities such as
colliery villages, steel-mill towns
And fishing hamlets. There was al-
ways the Damoclean threat of those
Sierra twins of perversity. Granite
> Gorge and the Old Witch, to raise
this latent infection into an epidem-
ic. Indeed, the town had known
many a night’s travail when bliz-
zard or freshet were amuck in the
mountains. Then its womenfolk
Sure he was unobserved, he tore
town the handbill and ripped it into
<nd thoughtful, though inward con- ,
rulsions—whether of fear or of rner-
•iment—sucked in the corners of
Xis mouth. Him—a detective!
Presently regaining control of him-
self, albeit there was a curious tim-
bry nervousness in his voice, 1 <
answered, “No, thanks! I want to
ire—and then to.drive.”
Although Jim kept silent his pleas-
ure Jn Bob’s decision was reflected
in his face. Morran, too, looked
pleased. “You’f^^turnin’ down
lomething easy fer something hard
ind dirty,” he warned. “Have you
tiad any drivin’ experience?”
“Can drive a flivver!” Bob boast-
td innocently.
“Hell,” exploded Bolts, “I d>>n’t
Tiean a lousey gas buggy—I mean a
real, steam engine! A good old
poundin', sweatin’, lurchin', coal-
Iwillin’ Mallet or Baldwin or Cook
or American!”
“No!” stammered Bob in a drown-
ed voice..
“What's your education been, son
—and by that I meah pistons, not
poetry—mechanics, not music? tan
you tell the business end of a Stil-
ton?”
Bob thought remotely of his B.S.
from Princeton; his M E. from Car-
negie Tech; his post-graduate work
at Massachusetts, during which he
had invented a new type cylinder
head vacuum with which these very
tame Mallet thoroughbreds that
Morran's men fussed over and
groomed like racetrack pets were
equipped. But circumspection s
white lies ruled Bob's tongue.
“Three years high school, worked
tn a machine shop, fired in the boiler-
room of a city utility company
back east, and took Tessons in
‘Railroad Shop Practise* and 'How
to Be an Engineer* from the Inter-
Ned Larvey lunchroom in the De-
pot, so he did not have any too
much time in which to down his
breakfast and glance through the
morning paper. His general sensi-
bility to an atmosphere of expecta-
tion and surprise was heightened at
sight of the extraordinary number
of trainmen in the place, consider-
ing the time of day. Men coming !
off the night runs lingered, bright-
eyed and sleepless; day crews ate |
unhurried by the inexorable tale of
the clock. Bramley, the English ex-
butler manager of Crater City’s
branch of the famous Larvey chain
of Transrockian Railroad restaur-
ants and lunchrooms, was already
on the job—this, in itself, a pheno-
menon of rare note.
Bob nodded in his genially silent
way to acquaintances, saw with
chagrin that, his favorite table was
occupied, then fouhd himself an un-
tenanted table in a secluded corner.
Here he sat down in hasty peace,
confident of the service of Minnie,
the fat waitress, whose consistent
and especial stewardly attentions he
made sure of by generous tip
“What the deuce is up?” he specu-
lated without much real curiosity,
looking around as he
against the sugar bowl with prac-
tised deftness his copy of the Salt
Lake City morning newspaper, a
batch of which were dropped off in
Crater City at five a. m. each day
by an eastbound through express.
His eyes discovered no answer to
his question, and a moment later the
newspaper headlines had taken his
whole attention and interest far out
of the influence of his immediate
surroundings. So he did not realize ■
that it was fully ten minutes before
there came at his elbow a shy voice.
“What will you have, sir, please?”
Bob’s eyes were wistfully scan-
ning the society column, which, with
the financial pages, he searched each
morning.
of the railroad. The two meet a one-
handed tramp, who attempts to stab
Bob with his steel spike, for exposing
him as a thief, but Wilson is too
quick for him. At the railroad sta-
tion Bob sees a handbill bearing his
own photograph and the offer of a
reward for information concerning
him. As he tears it down he
tpike, the tramp, leering at him
‘hrough a window.
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looked up when he said,
streets; when the town Magdalene
crept timidfy and obscurely into
church, and upon being singled out
and patronizingly welcomed in an
impromptu lost sheep text by the
minister spat at him and departed
in a huff; when Morran’s Yard gang
won their third successive blue rib-
bon for having the best kept Divi-
sion on the Road; when the Pay-
master’s car was robbed; when the
Widow O’Leary had her goitre re-
moved; when Bob Wilson thumped
the Yard bully who sneeringly
called him a tramp.
But all these manifestations were
mild compared with the sudden on- ;
slaught of brash cramp that, withH
out a forewarning symptom, jinked '
Crater City's inwards one feverish
summer morning when a certain
taffy-colored head flamed and siz-
zled through the dry masculine
hearts of the town like a virginal'
comet in a heap of dead worlds. |
Bob Wilson, on his way down-1
town to breakfast early that morn-
ing, found himself conscious of an
unwonted something in the air. Not
that many visible evidences suggest-!
ed this; although, true enough, there
ety
tains impelled Bob on in a freet om
of spirit and speech that w< uld
have been utterly foreign to his in-
hibitions in the old days. He ti ted
his chfiir back and said to her xrith
the swift frankness of unconcealed
admiration:
“I’Ve heard of sights for sore ey«,
but you’re the first genuine qure
I’ve seen!”
“Do you want yqur coffee now,”
she repeated, severely. Then,
“Please'— Mr. Bramley is watefiing
us. I’ve made so many mistakes
tnis piorning.”
“I don’t blame Bramley, or any-
body else, for watching you.”
Sqdden tears of nervous diiap-,
pointment and impatience welled
behind the long lashes that fringed
her blue eyes like Lebanon ce4ars
around Grecian pools.
“When I first saw you I thought
you seemed a bit different—than
these others,” she said in a lbw tqne,
“but I must have been/ mistaken.
Yot?re repeating the same things,
in better words, that I’ve been hear-
ing alj morning. You’re making it
very difficult for me; f
the manager now—” The girl pi
tended to be wiping the table ad,
cent to Bob's place, and said i i
louder tone, “Very well, I’ll bring
your coffee now!”
Bramley strolled up .and nodided
to Bob with the supercilious defer*
ence of a maitre d’hotel to a good
and orderly customer.
“Where’s Minnie?” fished lob,
really wishing to congratu ate
Bratinley on his choice in the new
girl but feeling that it would be sac-
rilegious to discuss her in an oyer-
the-table offhand manner.
Sick. Too much for her aldne,
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now, there’ll be two of ’em. Tile-
jn | graphed to main office and tpey
the order, not of an uncommon per-
tonality involved. The period <
transition in his mind from reading
•o seeing was not rapid; he had been
talking and staring with a frown
kill into the girl’s face for perhaps
len seconds before the phenomenon
that was the cause of Crater City’s
Qtest epidemic struck him. ’------
the face seemed to rush into daz-
eling nearness and clearness before
•is tardily focusing eyes. The nak-
ed surface of his brain was burned
»y a flooding light of raw beauty,
•nmtercepted and undiluted by the
co feeble and inadequate lenses of
•is eyes. He was suddenly blinded
: k> all else but a lustrous picture .of
»l*nched ivory and old gold—a pel-
u.id crystallization of the exquisite
n-mlding, the classic refinement, the
b-licate coloring of a rare cameo.
Bob’s impatient frown mercfirial-
(y became a sackcloth grin.
“I’m sorry—so sorry—Miss. I
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Bob Wilson, young college gradn-
"e who suddedy turned tramp, has
:en induced by Jim Fowler to remain
in Crater City and now has a job
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mystery about him and his past life
and the advent into the town of the
handsome hobo is a source of univer-
sal gossip and speculation. Going to
the lunch room in the station one
morning he is surprised to find many
of the night workers remaining for
breakfast and detects a general air
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' thought you wore Minnie, the uaual
waitress here.”
But the sting of his original criti-
cism had made the first and deepest
impression upon the girl, who was
flustered and on edge from the ek-
perience of a trying morning of un-
accustomed work; her cheeks were
stained by a nervous flush.
“ON, I remember what you want-
ed—it M-as stupid of me.” She wear-
ily reached for the waffles, to recti-
fy her mistake.
Over the girl’s confusion Bob
bridged his own return to self-pos-
session;
"I’m glad you brought the waffles
—I meant to order them. Doctor
told me I ought to eat waffles three
times a day. Please leave them—
and dqh’t worry about it—” hs
smiled contritely.
“You’re only saying that!” she
charged, defensively suspicious. “I’d
much prefer to take them back and
fetch vfhat you ordered.”
Bob playfully stuck a fork through
the neist of flat cakes. “They’re
mine!”! he insisted firmly, adding a
white lie in the eternal masculine
martyrdom to bungling but pretty
womankind, “and they’re just what
I wantjed!”
The ; defensiveness was stamped
qut of tier pride under the pranejing
nd
er.
sb.
hoofs iof his running smiles e
chuckles and good-natured barfi
With $hy reluctance she relinqu|
ed her hold on the waffle plate. |
“It’s very nice of you—but 'are
you sure—”
“Just as sure as I'm sure that ,'I’m
not here at ^11—that I’m still in led.
sleeping, having a beautiful dr^am
'“Do you want your coffee now?”
hastily^.
The soul hunger of five starved
years of exile in the barren soc
of this railroad town in the me un-
casting. Bob fervently hoped so, '
as with grim energy, after a glance 1
up and. down the platform to make i
sure he was unobserved, he tore
down the handbill and ripped it into !
bits which he crammed into his
pocket for future surreptitious dis-
carding.
A hoarse, slimy laugh rasped on
the lazy air. Bob whirled in the
direction whence it came and was
shocked to see Spike indolently
watching him from the small, bar-
red window—the only’ window in
that blind end of the depot—of a
room in which he had evidently
been put for safekeeping. Spike
bore the archly wise air of a man waited and wept at the despatcher’s
who had been observing for a long
time and with huge enjoyment. Bob,
confounded by his discovery, non-
plussed by the assurance of his tor-
mentor, rushed at the window with
hands extended to reach through
and throttle Spike.
“You devil—you—you—oh, hullo,
Jim—back already—”
foreign body that stopped set up
community inflammation; and aside
to remain in Crater City in the employ from the sporadic ragings of strange
dramatic pain in their workaday
lives, the good citizenry were sub-
jected to acute epidemics of less railroad.
tragic, if not less interesting, excite-
ment. There was, for instance, the
thrilling advent into the town’s ken
of the handsome, mysterious hobo.
Bob Wilson, on that storm-racked
night already-a half decade gone.
And the draped day jvhen a crepe-
hemmed Special bearing a dead
having noticed the unsureness of the
service, and in absent-mindedness,
born of a greater hunger for the
news upon whilch his eyes were
feasting, scooped up a spoonful of
—waffles!
He was actually on the second
bite before it came to him that the
“grapefruit” had a most peculiar
taste indeed.
“What the devil! Say, where did
these leather flaps come from—
Minnie, you’re getting dumber by
| the—I—I—I—beg your pardon,
Miss!—”
He had been vocally castigating
the waitress without really seeing
her, had taken her sameness for
granted, and though his eyes were
upon her yet they were vacant with
lhe lingering mental warmth of line
npon line of printed words. He w-as I
conscious of an uncommon error i.. - . -
sent this green girl up yesterdaV—
of i don’t encourage us taking on Ideal
girls as a rule, you know. Tiey
know too many, and flirt too muqh,’
he confided significantly.
“What’s her name?” asked Bob
innocently.
VI[VS “Caroline—Caroline Dale. Sjay
Then w^at s Rot >nto J’ou to eat waffles
for breakfast?” It was part lol
Bramley’s professional boast that
he knew the epicurean habits of his
“regulars.”
“Finest thing in the world—lot
breakfast. And I've been missing
them all these years,” Bob lamented.
Bramley shrugged and stroljed
over to clean up a table after tivc
untidy brakemen in his gingerly TL
don't - really - have - to-do-this-bnb
just-to-show-I’m-not - too - proiflT
manner. And at this moment th«
new girl returned bearing a cup a
coffee for Bob.
ic smile indicated plainly his wish tc
consider that avenue of discussion
now closed; his firm unwillingness
to reveal any of his secret past even
to Jim, whom he had accepted as
his best and closest friend.
The offices of the • Transrock, ^ “but it’s too hot to get excited
ian System’s Mountain Division his like Besides, he s got plenty
headquarters occupied the yard-end to him’ The men inside say
Handcuffs Were clamped on Spike [of the spindly, roach colored, blind- ; 1 <yve got t e goods on im or
looking wooden building with long I things-breaking box car
r . .«• < . . seals, among other things. Hell
get fifteen years if he gets a day.
■ Come, let’s go home.”
Sick at heart for reasons he could
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ing really had been. But Bob vouch- jim pausing „ he roundcd th«
r? Platform corner, looked at his excited
friend in curious surprise; then,
catching sight of Spike, he shrugged
ind came forward again.
“Oh, wouldn't blame you if you
did choke him. Bob,” he sympathiz-
platform sheds—like insect anten- j
na, perpetually feeling and search-
ing before it for the shunting trains
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“Narrow shave,” laughed Bob. in Crater City as “The Depot.” To- not confide, his outlook clouded
ward these offices, where Jim want- with morbid speculation as to how
ed to establish some facts regarding much Spike had seen of the hand-
his coming resumption of duty, the bill, or knew. Bob stumbled away
friends leisurely strolled. • in silence beside Jim. •
Bob, sitting down on an unused After him, a gleeful shout from
baggage truck outside to wait for ^e window ' I ve got your num-
Jim, drowsed into easy reflections; her,’bo!” After him, too, a derisive,
the sleepy warmth of the late after-
noon, the reaction from moments of
excitement, the clatter and bustle of
the Yards leavened by distance into
a soothing confusion of sounds, all
conspired to encourage a rqverie.
A measure of mental peace had
come to him with his decision tc
start life and a modest career anew
here, untormented by worldly pur-
poses and involvements, unknown
and unlikely to be hunted out.
Roaming always, the slate of his
life would have been ever smudgy;
now it was cleaned, and the writing
thereon from this day forward | »
would be his will—not the wind's F
will, not a sham society’s will. £
Then, with a stomach chilling
, suddenness that brought him curs- 8
ing to his feet, he became aware ~
that staring hitjn in the face, ironic-
ally belying hii comfortable feeling
of security, was his own photograph
on a handbill—tacked to one of the
nearby pillars of the trainshed—that
gave particulars as to his age and
physical descriptions, and offered a
large reward for information con-
cerning him, dbad or alive.
Gone, the present! An unending
past was snapping at his heels!
Bob felt soddqn and airless, like a
punctured bladder; his ears rang
from the tumbling of his cardhouse
about them.
If Jim came out now and read
that brand—yet, it came to Bob as
he scanned the poster with a de-
tachment local to his eyes and not
felt in his heart, that there was a
’ i mote hill-country bed. Though
’ | professionally aiding and abetting
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Read Register want ads.
certs at the intersections of Califor-1
nia street. The Cat-All Star contest
was then announced to the crowds.
The^second tour is to be staged some
time next week, the west portion of
the county to be taken in.
“Your Money’s Worth, or Your
Money Back”
Tungsten is nearly twice as L ,
as l.-ad. . a
CHINESE LEAVES 4300,000.
• Sacramento. Cal.. March 20.—An es-
tate of $300.fc>0 was )efZ by Fong
Toog. Cliinese capitalist o< this city,'
who died recently in Saif Francis<-o.
The estate is liequeathed to the '
widow and five children.’three daugh-
ters not being mentioned in the will
becau-e of the Chinese custom of leav-
ing all to the sons.
PACK EIGHT—SeeOJCD SECTION
GAHIESVILLE (TEXAS) XEGISTEE, SXTNDAT MORNING, MARCH 21, 1926.
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PATENTS
art being quickly sold to manufacturers
an fl capitalists.
If you have an Invention, send us 4
model or sketches for search and report
on* patentability. I
0ur book on patents and trade-marks
seat to any address.
D. SWIFT & CO.
7th & E. Str, WathisftM, D. C.
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of t|»e; schi. -
city d>uncil a|
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law tot the j ti
ordered to -el
1880.
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ami tariieil '
way ■ 8i»r
bri< kibbibiin^'
a town) had *.
latiol. L <>t
first ; clasH,
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new qunstitui
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get a- Aitn.
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