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Houston yesterday as the guest of Miss
Kirby for the Z. Z. debutante cotillion,
is mentioned in the Bost this morning as
follows:
“Miss Claride Robertson of Galveston,
pink pongee with thread lace, pearl neck-
lace.”
Mr. Gaston Robertson’s name is given
in the list of gentlemen attending.
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tion met this afternoon at the Ball High
School in regular monthly session. The
meeting was an important -one because of
the coming of S. H. Clark of the Chicago
university who, under the auspices of the
Alumni, will g'ive a series of lectures and
recitals from the 18th to the 23rd inst.
Mr, Julius Jockusch left last evening
for a three weeks’ business trip through
Vera Cruz, City of Mexico, Progresso,
Yucatan and other points.
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Miss Blanche Miller returned yesterday
from Houston where she went to attend
the Concordia, ball. Miss Miller was given
a concert party for Ellery’s band while
in Houston.
CHIC AFTERNOON BLOUSE.
The separate or fancy blouse has be-
come a permanent fixture in every
woman’s wardrobe and many of the latest
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quence and equally assured of Judge
Parker’s prospects, used tongs and sledge
hammer to belittle his opponent’s argu-
ments.
After the debate the members joined in
a general discussion on the merits of the
case and then adjourned to the nearest
bulletin board to have the actual results
decide who had the better prospects for
election,
EARTHQUAKE ON ISLE OF FORMOSA
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London, Nov. 9.—There was a serious
earthquake on the Island of Formosy last
Sunday morning, according to a Times
Tokio correspondent. The center disturb-
ance was at Kiayih, where 150 houses were
destroyed, and 78 people were killed and
23 injured. ,
The Debutantes’ club will .meet tomor-
row morning. Every Thursday morning
the young ladies get together and plan
club pleasures. The executive committee
of the Debutantes’ club is as follows:
Miss Daisy Clark, Miss Eveline Goggan
and Miss Marian Hill. The next hostess
■will be Miss Bernice Courts, who enter-
tains .the members of the club and their
escorts Friday evening.
Interesting Political Debate Last Night
Which the Bulletin Decided.
Judge Parker vs. President Roosevelt
was discussed last night by the Daniel
Webster’s in which the availability of each
candidate was vividly brought out in
which Sam. Zinn donned the gloves fight-
ing for the present Incumbent with Jesse
Garret as Hs opponent.
The debate was unique in its style of
decision insomuch as it left the final re-
sults of the election to make known the
victor.
Mr. Zinn, with his usual supply of eulo-
gies, brought into play every possoble
argument to show Mr. Roosevelt, “the
man of the day,” as the most probable
victor, while Mr. Garret, profuse in elo-
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CHAPTER XXXV.
CTJIrS. CRANSTON followed Lydia
|p^g into the sitting room, where
|! she was putting on her hat be-
fore a m irror.
“You will not compromise yourself
by going there, dear?” Mrs. Cranston
said excitedly.
“You may call it that if you like,” re-
torted the girl, turning as she was
thrusting a•hatpin into place behind
her head. "I am going to explain why
he has not heard from me.”
“Ob, daughter, don’t, don’t!
of your family, of me, of your father.”
“I’ll think of you when I have more
time,” replied the girl. “I’m going
straight to George Buckley now. Moth-
er. I respect him. I honor him more
than any man alive. I—love him Yes,
I love him with all my heart and soul,
and I’m simply furious at the way you
have treated us.”
“You don’t mean that you would
actually marry him. Lydia Cranston!”
“Well, you just let him give me the
chance and ser- if I won’t. I’d rather
live on bread and water with him than
with the richest man the sun ever
shone on. There, are you satisfied I
You and father have been treating me
like a w’*’ >.-<■> regard for my
about what mid demanded,
but that’s all father told me. I haven't
been out of the house since we got
back from Atlanta.”
“Well, le! me tell you some’n’,” went
on Mrs Hillyer. “Thar hain’t a wo-
man today in all America—an’ I’m no
exception—that knows, actually knows,
she’s loved enough by a man to be tn
his last thoughts when he’s expectin’
every second to meet a horrible death.
I’ve got that letter in my hand. I did
intend to read it to you, but I won’t,
fer It’s too sacred. But I’ll tell you
that the pore boy was bothered by josS
one thought in that awful moment, an’
that was that the woman he loved an’
wanted to care fer was to be left to
marry a worthless man. He begged
Mr. Hillyer to ax 'er not to do it. Ef
George had ’a’ died that ud ’a’ been
his message from the grave. I wonder
if”-
Lydia Cranston had risen to her feet
and stood bending toward the impas-
sioned speaker, her great, beautiful
eyes distended.
The Agenda club met yesterday after-
noon for their regular weekly meeting.
The atfernoon’s study come under three-
heads, roll call at which each member
responded with events relating to the
object of the club. The second topic was
a paper on “Compulsory Education” by
Mrs. Christopher Dart. General discus-
sion of club work brought the meeting to
a close.
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The Galveston Artillery club have their
first “ladies night” of the season this
evening. The home of this club is one of
the most artistic club house in the state,
and when thrown open to the ladies the
scene is all that the most fastidious could
desire. The germans are to be given each
month and are informal affairs with only
club members and their ladies present.
The cotillion this evening is of more than
usual interest because of the debutantes.
These young ladies will enjoy the club’s
hospitality for the first time and will, in
informal manner, have a peep at the
be theirs
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president; Mr. Edwin Sampson, vice presi-
dent; Mr. Geo. Sealy, secretary and treas-
urer; Mr. A. J. F. Parker, chairman of
house committee; Mr. Oswald S. Flint,
captain.
I bad not openly re-
I was afraid he would
write to father and that father might
be affected by it, to his injury. But
the morning we left Atlanta Governor
Telfare came to see me and began
again to urge me to marry him I flat-
ly refused. He then dared to speak dis-
respectfully of you. and I told him just
what a coward he was and bow I
knew it. I told him also that I knew
about Mr. Truitt’s pulling his ears I
told him everything I could think of
“Did—did he write that, Mrs. Hill-
yer?” she cried. “Oh, did he?”
“Not only that,” replied Mrs. Hill-
yer, “but he has laid thar in my house
ever since, pinin’ fer a word, a mes-
sage, a line from the woman he loved,
but not a thing come. I got to lookin’
fer It, too, fer I ’lowed. I'd made no
mistake in sizin’ the woman up, an’
t’other day, wrhen a big bunch o’ roses
come fer ’im with a note, I actually
run up to his room with ’em, I was so
glad. I knowed whar they growed,
an’, like a fool, I told ’im they was
from the right source,
face flushed all over.
opened the note it was from somebody
else. His lip jest sagged down an’
jerked as he tol’ me I was mistaken in
the pusson that had sent them. My
Lord! I was hoppin’ mad then! Say,
what are you uns, anyway, that you
kin hold yoreselves aloof from sech a
man at sech a time? Even ef you did
intend to balk the marriage you could
’a’ treated ’im like a human bein’,
stricken in upholdin’ his honor an’ pro-
tectin’ the rights 6’ other people.”
“Mrs. Hillyer”—Lydia drew herself
up to her full height, her startled eyes
bearing down on the caller—“do you
mean to say that George Buckley has
not had a letter from me since he was
wounded?”
“I certainly do, Miss Lydia.”
Then the girl turned to Mrs.. Cran-
ston, taking a step toward her in her
eagerness. “Mother,” she said fiercely,
“you took my letters away from Jane.
I saw you talking to her.”
“Why, daughter, I”—
“Did you do it?” the girl demanded
sharply. “Did you?”
Mrs. Cranston hesitated and then
said falterlngly, her eyes on the carpet:
“You were so unduly wrought up and
excited by—by the report of the shoot-
ing that really I—I”—
“Mother,” Lydia interrupted her,
“you have gone too far. You had no
right under heaven to act as you did.
It was a crime, considering his con-
dition and—my feelings. Mrs.
yer, is Hortense at home?”
“Yes, she’s thar, Miss Lydia.”
“Well, I’m going to explain to George,
and I’m going now,” Lydia said. “He
shan’t wait one minute longer to know
how I feel and how I’ve felt all along.
You have done everything on earth to
make me untrue to my better self,
mother, and at last resorted to actual
dishonesty. I’ll never marry the man
you want me to—never!” With that
the girl turned quickly from the room.
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afraid I’ll awake,
true!”
“I’ve loved you for a long time,” she
said gently, returning the pressure of
his hands, “but I did not realize it till
that night in the summer house, when
1 overheard Governor Telfare insult
you as he did. You seemed a king
among men when you spoke to him as
you did, and what you said about your
respect for’me and the sacrifices you’d
make rather than help link his life to
mine—oh, George, then I saw the dif-
ference between you and him; be seem-
ed a dwarf in soul and body contrasted
to you. Afterward, in the parlor, I
tried to show you how I felt, but you
misunderstood. I did not blame you.
I could , not have expected you to act
otherwise after his disgraceful con-
duct. I threw that in his teeth, too,
the other night in Atlanta. 1 shall al-
ways be glad I did it- It was little,
but it was <iil I could do for you.”
“You told him you overheard it?”
said George.
“Yes; it was this way: He was beg-
ging and imploring me to give him a
final answer,
fused him.
and sent him away with a flush of
shame on his face. It may not have
been exactly ladylike, but I lost con-
trol of myself. I couldn't bear to hear
him speaking lightly of you.”
“God bless you. dear!” George said,
and he drew her head down and kissed
her on the lips. “God bless you I”
* * * * *
When Mrs. Hillyer returned home
she found them together. Lydia sat
on the edge of the bed holding bis hand.
On thoir faces lay expressions that re-
called the brightest period of the older
woman’s youth. .
“I see you didn’t waste time,” she
said gently as she kissed Lydia on the
brow, .
“No; we understand each other now,
Mrs. Hillyer,” replied the girl. “They
will never give their consent, but I’
going to-stick to George anyway.”
“Consent?” laughed Mrs. Hillyer.
“Why, bless yore sole, child, yore folks
will receive George Buckley with open
arms. After you left I exploded a
reg’lar boomerang In the’r midst. What
you reckon I told ’em? I told ’em
that me an’ Mr. Hillyer had willed all
we got on earth to George Buckley
an’ that he’d be about the well offest
young man in north Georgia at our
deaths, an' yore father”—
“What are you talking about?”
George exclaimed, in astonishment.
“Talkin’ about the legal documents
me ’n’ my old man signed yesterday,”
responded Mrs. Hillyer, with a chuckle.
“We hain’t got no childern of our own,
an’ why shouldn't we want to know
what’s to become of our effects after
we are gone? We both love you like
a son, an’ we are a-goin’ now to take
Mrs. Lydia Buckley into our hearts,
too, thank the Lord!”
“Well, that’s news to me,” George
said. “And I don’t feel worthy of it,
either.”
“Worthy or not, that’s not fer you to
judge,” said Mrs. Hillyer; “but it cer-
tainly has made the road smooth fer
you with the Cranstons. Why, I never
seed the like. The old major sprung
up when I told ’im about the will an’
stood quiverin’ from head to foot.
“ ‘Why, Mrs. Hillyer’—he quit sayin’
madam—‘why, I never knowed the
young man had any expectations at all.
I ’lowed he was jest, you know, a sort
o’ bookkeeper with a small intrust in
the business. Ef I’d ’a’ kno-wed he was
a man o’ means I never would ’a’ raised
so much fuss over it.’ Well, to make
a long story short, he give in as grace-
ful as a’body could wish—blamed ef
the old feller didn’t actually chuckle
when I sorter skimmed over some o’
Mr. Hillyer's investments In railroad
stock an’ the like. The world’s the
same all over. Most aristocrats believe
in aristocracy only when it’s got a cash
basis. Lydia, yore pa actually feels re-
lieved. He’s had a big job, weak as
he is, tryin’ to marry you to a wind
bag. an’ nowr that yo’re goin’ to do a
sight better of yore own accord he’s
powerful well satisfied. Most folks
come around to what they have to
meet, an’ when they are made to come
around to what they railly want they
do it with a whiz an’ a slide. So,
young man, you’ve won yore fight, an’
you deserve to be congratulated.”
“Well, I can’t take credit for it,”
George laughed. “It seems to me that
the whole town and half the county
have been helping me out.”
Leaving the lovers together, Mrs. Hill-
yer went downstairs.
“I tliSu'ght at fust.” she mused, “that
I’d notilet Mrs. Dugan in on this, but I
mought as well. That’s about all the
pleasure the lone woman gits out o’
life, an’ she’s entitled to this morsel.
Yes, I’ll run over an’ tell 'er. The
truth Is, I’m dyln’ to tell somebody, an’
it ud be a relief to see 'er roll ’er eyes
an’ gasp. -Thar she is now, makin’ a
break fer the fence. She seed me ■with
my silk on an’ knows some'n’s in the
wind. Hold on, Mrs. Dugan,” raising
her voice, “don’t break yore neck—I’ujfj'Hne business and pleasure,
a-comln’—I’m a-comin’, as fast as 1
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brilliant pleasures
the anniversary
The officers of
club are: Mr.
The marriage of Mr. Jos. Hooper Tay-
Miss Rosa Williams, both of
was. solemnized yesterday at
the home of the bride’s father. The wed-
ding was an elaborate one-and was wit-
nessed by a large number of guests. The
attendants were: The bride’s sister was
maid of honor and her two intimate
friends, Miss Lottie Pickett of Liberty
and Miss Laura Painter of Galveston,
were bridesmaids. Mr. W. E. Kendall, jr.,
was the groom’s best man. The wedding
was a pink and white affair, daintily car-
ried out in the color scheme of the at-
tendants’ gowns and in the decorations
of the reception suite. Both bride and
groom are well known here. Mrs. Tay-
lor, as Miss Rosa Williams, has been a
frequent guest at the home of Miss
Painter, and Mr. Taylor was at one time
a resident of this city and when here
was a member of the Galveston Quar-
■ tette society.
The Y. M. C. A. will entertain its
members Monday evening with an oyster
supper. While the feast of bivalves goes
on wit and wisdom will be heard in toasts
and speeches by the different members.
The oyster spread is arranged to com-
’ ’----------. During, the
flow of soul plans to increase the mem-
bership of the association will be dis-
cussed. A delightful evening is assured
feelings, but now that you have dared
to interfere through me with George
Buckley's rights as an American citi-
zen, Intercepting his letters when he
lay at death's door, treating him as if
he were a dog—well, you have simply
forced me to do my duty.”
“Lydia, daughter”— But the girl had
turned into the hall and was walking
6'apidly across the lawn toward the
gate.
She went directly to Hillyer’s house.
Hortense was in the yard gathering
flowers and greeted her with a sur-
prised smile as she came toward her
across the grass,
“Hortense,” said Lydia tensely, “I
want to see George. May I?”
“Why, yes, of course,” said Hortensp.
“I have just left him. I came after
these flowers for bis room. Go right
up; It’s the first door on the left at
the head of the stairs. Oh, Lydia, I’m
so glad you came; It Is very good of
you; it will make him so happy. Ever
since he was hurt be has”—
“Oh, I know, but it wasn’t my fault;
that’s what I want to explain.”
The door of George’s room was open.
His face was turned from Lydia as she
entered the room and he did not look
toward her, thinking it was Hortense
returning with the flowers. It was not
till she stood over him, her burning
glance of sympathy on him. that he
looked up; then he flushed and started
to sit erect.
“Don’t, don’t, George!” she cried, and
she laid her hand softly on his brow
and gently pushed him back on his pil-
low.
“It’s kind of you to come,” he said.
“I really was not—not expecting—that
is”-
“No; I know you were not looking for
me, George, and I wonder what you
have thought of me. I’ve come to' ex-
plain and beg you to forgive me, I am
not quite as bad as I seem. George,
I. did not know of the shooting till we
returned from Atlanta. I heard the
danger was over, but I at once wrote
you a letter. I have just discovered
that mother intercepted it, Not hear-
ing from you, I wrote another. It also
was Intercepted, but, not knowing that,
I took your silence to mean that you
wished all to be over between us.”
Buckley was staring at her fixedly.
“What did you write?” he asked.
She was silent; the warm color was
mounting into her fine face; her eyes
were downcast.
“Don’t you want me to know now
what the letters contained?” he ques-
tioned gently.
“I—I don’t see how I can tell
George, unless”— She paused.
“Unless,” he prompted, the fire of
hope almost aflame in his ayes—“un-
less?”
“You see,” she said, “I don’t know
how you feel about me right now, and
when I wrote it was under the—mem-
ory of what you said that night in At-
lanta.”
“I could never change, Lydia. I love
you with all my life and soul. I am
famishing for one little word of hope
from you. Did your letters”—
“I told you frankly in the first one,
George, that I loved you, that I was
tired of the way I was being treated
at home and that if you wanted me I’d
come to you in spite of all the world
and consider myself the luckiest wom-
an alive to be your wife, but when you
did not answer I hoped there was some
mistake, so I wrote another note tell-
ing you I had received no reply and
that rf I did not get one I’d take it that
you wished everything over between
us. Oh, George, I have been very un-
happy I I never realized how much I
loved you till I knew you were lying
here wounded, and I”— She covered
her face with her bands and began to
sob softly. He reached out and drew
her hands down and held them, while
he feasted his eyes on hers.
“God bless you, little woman!” he
said. “It seems like a dream. I can’t
realize that you are here telling mb you
—you really care for me and are wlll-
Oh, darling, I’m
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About 10 o’clock Mrs. Hillyer went
down to Cranstons’. She was attired
In her best black silk gown and flow-
ered bonnet, and she walked with a
firm, decided tread. She was invited
by the maidservant at the door into
the sitting room, where Cranston sat
before an open window, looking out
Into the balmy spring sunshine. His
wife was near him, and Lydia had just
come in with a glass of claret punch
and stood stirring it at his side. They
fill greeted her pleasantly, and Lydia
seemed somewhat surprised at the un-
expected visit, for it occurred to her
quick powers of observation that,
while George Buckley lay ill at the
Hillyers’ and right upon the news of
bis father’s death and public exonera-
tion, a call from Mrs. Hillyer was, to
say the least, extraordinary. 9o Lyd-
ia’s face became rigidly expectant as
she seated herself and endeavored to
participate calmly in the platitudes
that her mother, with her usual tact,
managed to set going.
“I was powerful glad to hear,” said
Mrs. Hillyer to the major, “that the
New York specialist made a favorable
report on yore case.”
“Yes; he took quite a load of worry
off my mind, thank you, madam.”
The major always addressed ladies as
“madam” whom he did not specially
like. It was a way he had of leaving
the impression that he might or might
not remember their names. In the
same way he frequently greeted cer-
tain men whom he considered beneath
him socially with a vague “How do
you do. sir?” However, his formality
of speech today had little effect on the
visitor. If he had called her by her
given name, without a prefix, she would
not have spoken what was on her mind
any sooner.
“Thar's no use beatin’ the devil
around a bush, folkses,” she began
lightly. “I’ve come here this mornin’
to do my duty as I see it, an’ I hain’t
a-goin’ to waste time. The good book
says do unto others as you’d have them
do unto you, an’ ef I was actin’ as
wrong as you uns are I’d want folks to
tell me of it. I’d want ’em to telegraph
ef they couldn’t git to me right away.”
The Cranstons were all staring fixed-
ly. The warm color was rising In
Lydia’s face.
“Why, what’s wrong, madam?” asked
the major in astonishment.
“It’s all about yore daughter here
an’ George Buckley,” Mrs. Hillyer
blurted out with firmness. “Them two
hain’t bein’ treated right. It may seem
like I’m takin’ a lots fer granted in
includin’ her, but she don’t look to me
like a fool, an’ any woman would be
a fool to be adored by a man like
she is by George Buckley an’ not want
to treat ’im with common decency.”
Lydia started to speak as she drew
herself up more erectly, but her father
prevented it.
“I trust you will pardon me, madam,”
he said, “for frankly saying that the
subject isn’t agreeable to us.”
“Oh, yo’re excusable,” said the call-
er. “I wouldn’t hold that agin you,
but it won’t hurt you to git down to
rock bottom facts I believe yo’re
tryin’ to keep yore pure hearted daugh-
ter from doin’ what’s right, an’ to per-
suade ’er to do what she’ll regret. Thar
hain’t but one man on the topside o’
God’s green globe today that she ort
to marry, an’ that man is George Buck-
ley An’ what have you got agin him
now, I’d like to know? After seein’ all
that pitiful account in the papers of the
wrong done his old father, you cayn’t
shake that in the pore, wounded boy’s
face You cayn’t say he’s a coward,
as they say about the lordly governor
o’ this state. You cayn’t say he’s a
bankrupt an’ a spendthrift; like they
say about Telfare. Nur you cayn’t ac-
cuse George Buckley o' resortin’ to low
political tricks to adva-nce his inter
ests, an’”—
“Madam,” the major broke in, raisin..;
his thin hand protestingiy, “1 must beu
you”—
“Don’t beg me. Major Cranston,” hur
ried on the woman, her eyes flashing
her bosom heaving excitedly, as sla-
leaned forward, her elbows on ber
knees “I’ve come here to talk, an' 1
will be beard. 1 want Lydia to hear
more than I do you, fer I believe she'I
set. She’s been blinded, that ga! has
®r she’s a unnatural woman, one o”
t’other, fer no .woman made on tin
right plan would let things go jest lik
they are a-goin’ an’ never cheep a
word agin it. Lydia Cranston”—slm
turned to the staring, wondering gir
— “did you hear about n certain iette-
George Buckley wrote my tiusbam1
jest before he thought lie was gom
to be shot by them robbers?”
“I heard he wrote something, som-
Instructions to Mr Hillyer,” replied ; \
girl in ar -of-isiv voice, “somethm
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