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All the News That’. Fit to Print—Since 1871.
THE AUSTIN STATESMAN
Page 4—Wedpesday. December 23. 1925.
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Speaker Lee Satterwhite is a slow thinking, slow acting and
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society woman, on a real estate
project by Bruce’s firm.
While there Mrs. Clayton’s maid
reveals having sent a dress to the
cleaners to have a wine stain re-
each, other, and we couldr’t ever
really have cared for each other.
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AND the expected happened. Speaker Lee Satterwhite has
h returned to his home at Panhandle, away up in the dome I
of the continent, to commune with nature and to make a study
this way. M;
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suusurrion «area, Ome to M-
And then of eoura* th* whole rest
of tha outalde world. High cheek-
boned Russians, tiery-eyed Span-
Iards, dreamy Poles, stolid scan-
dinavians and naturally tb* nervous
and omnipresent children of Israel.
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: T. J. Bennett wa. elected
prestdent of the Seventh District
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A ROOSTER SALESMAN.
LONDON—On* of th* Hit I* mar-
k*t stalls here has an interesting
rooster which calls attention to th*
products with a luaty “Coockie-
doodle-do." The rooster stands in
front of some product. calls his cry
until he has the attention of every-
one and then moves on to another
spot. Horace, th* rooster’s name,
la considerea quite a salesman by
his ownera..._____
PACK SILVER IN PLOUR.
Peck silver in dry flour when
storing it for some time and it will
not tarnish.
court and made definite answer to the charges or allegations a man about town,
therein filed against this firm of contractors which had made
You, go ahead and marry Lydia
Clayon: and let her money help
youe schemes. And HI worry
alorg by myself and have a rather
goo time of IL too.”
GENERAL WILLIAM MITCHELL is in the public eye. Gen-
• era! William Mitchell’s picture is in the public art gallery.
General William Mitchell has hundreds of champions and
thousands of sympathizers. Representative Finis Garrett of
Tennesee is the democratic house leader. This is the bunch
of roses tossed into the lap of Mitchell by the gentleman from
Tennessee.
"One of our most distinguished war fliers has been pun-
ished for telling the truth of the aviation shortcomings of the
republican administration. We have had investigation after
investigation recently, and finally a courtmartial. The net
result is punishment for one of the country’s ablest officers."
It is possible that the military martinets who compose the
courtmartial never heard of the Dreyfus case. If not .they
should dig into history, recent history, and inform their minds.
This is peace time. It is not an auspicious time to make a
martyr of a gallant officer who won a glorious record in the
dark days of the world war.
It is true that Mitchell violated the musty military regula-
tions, but is likeweise true that freedom of expression is not
as dead as the dodo in this country, that Mitchell felt he had
a message and he lodged that message in the hearts of his
countrymen.
There will be a day of reckoning. It always comes when
an injustice has been done.
CHAPTER XXL
Barbara sat in the far corner of
the limousine, staring out the win-
dow. She was trembling.
Then she laughed aloud. Bruce
turned from the opposite window.
Barbara was laughing recklessly,
her body shaking.
"What’s the matter?” he asked.
”It’s so funny,” she gasped, “this
whole affair.”
BUILD IT UP!
People have coughs and
colds mostly because they
---- lack resistance and are not
and come in a while, BarbaraT’ । _ A I • j
asked Bruce as he opened the auto- adequately nourished.
mobile door. |
sS™ “ Scott’s Emulsion
had accompanied Bob’* wagging
rich in vitamins supplies the
weakened system with
NORMAN HOLLOWELL, a
prominent broker, is, found dead in
the room A suicide note is found
in his pocket, but Barbara finds a
woman s scarf under the table.
She is sent to interview MRS
LYDIA CLAYTON, a prominent
of the political situation as it develops day by day.
He did not issue a call for a special session of the legisla-
ture. He will not issue a call in the near future. He found
many barriers in the way. He found many knotty problems
which he could not solve. In the last analysis he came to the
conclusion that while the attorney general is on the firing
line protecting the road money of the people, the grand juries
are grinding, and the courts are functioning successfully, per-
haps it would be just as well for the attorney general to con-
tinue on the firing line, the grand juries continue to grind,
and the courts to continue to function successfully until all
three agencies of the people shall finish the work cut out for
the aforesaid agencies by the attorney general when he cited
the officials of the American Road company to appear in
stained dress with the road house
shooting of Hollowell.
She seals the tell-tale scarf in an
envelope and hides it in her desk
That night she has dinner with
Jerome Ball, and rebuffs his ad-
vances.
Barbara and Rob enjoy reading
letters addressed to the love-lorn
column by a girl who has a beer-
stained kimona, straight eyelashes
and unrequited love for a certain
young man.
Later Bob escorts her to a re-
ception given by Mrs. Clayton for a
foreign architect. Barbara finds
Bruce is the guest of honor. Bob
is called away on an assignment,
and Barbara is forced to accept
Mrs. Clayton’s offer to have Bruce
see her home.
NEw YORK, Dec. The latest
IN type cabaret, a new one starts
up every night, have left oft much
of th, bizarre, tantastle sceneny and
surroundings that form the main
attraction in some of the oldor
haunt*. Th* newcomers alm to in-
troduce a homellke, cony atmos-
phere.
Perhaps If* an tmprovement. At
leas* it ought to have • «reater
appro) than th* piano in Qreenwieh
Village that Ie decorated to re-
sembie bell, With the attendant ror-
vitors, waiters and nunkeys.dscknd
out in scarlet uniforms, with borne
and a Rrked tall and the girl en-
teftaners wickedly dancing impish
* tangos s nd fanderolles
At another all night joint to the
Fortlee you will be more than zur
prse to find the waiters clad to
a species of night-shirt and the
dance and singing quartet rau1pDed
with sets of gamy silver wings, al-
though nobody wil tong remaln ur:
der ths delusion that they are
angels or even sainta-
Klee where you can MPin a
■•Msrmald s Cave," tango in the in-
terior of a -Giant Checo and break-
teat—if you are • glutton, for*.
night entertainment--1® a " .
gands Lair.”
One place is fitted up to resemble
unrter-deck or the poop deck
thoaruorean liner I am rather hazy
»n nautical term*). The musical
ontereuinment consists of rollicking
sea-gongs of this kind:
Shiver me timbers and two
“ahoye”! .
Come scuttle the skipper and
•roll out boys;
We’ll drain a bumper to sail-
ors' joys
in th* grog that warms your
yS-trtuly-ho and a hug
heave-o . ,
Abaft ye lubbers down below.
Bring up a couple of gallons or
so
Of rum, rum, glorious rum.
Out of the elevator you must
climb the gangplank and find your-
self right in the saloon. The hat
check girl is called the chief stew-
ardess. _______
Three turns to port and you’re on
the mesa-deck, long tables and
swivel chairs like in the dining sa-
loon of a liner. There are port
holes, but if you want to preserve
the illusion, better not look out.
There are no heavy billows, but you
look upon the courtyard of a wet
wash laundry.
The waiters of course are dressed
in naval uniforms. Although it
seems to me there ought to be a
few more Jackies, most of them
look like admirals.
If a stranger were in a hurry to
see America. I would advice him to
hang around Times Square for a
day or so because on that spot he
could see every type of citizen of
our far-flung republic pass in re-
view. Blow-stepping Westerners
with cow-boy hats, Southern kun-
osls in white goatee and frock coat,
but often with a Chicago twang in
their speech; lean and lanky Yan-
kees from New England—wiry lit-
tle fishermen from the storm-beat-
en coasts of Maine; literary fops
who might come from Boston;
flashy negroes from Tennessee.
She went on laughing. As they
passed a street lamp he saw the
light flash across her face, wet
with tears. He took her hand.
"What Is It, Barbara? You mustn’t
carry on like this. You'll be sick.
Why, you’re almost hysterical.”
Barbara gave another little shriek
of laughter that ended in a sob.
"Lydia Clayton worrying because
we had , never met each other—
wanting 'us to be friends—you
forced to bring me home whether
you like it or not. Bob’s coat tails
—the whole horrible evening. Per-
fectly gorgeous joke. Just like fate
to hand out this kind of deal."
She lay back against the cushions
weakly. Tears were running down
her cheeks. She did not try to wipe
them away.
"If you will get hold of yourself,
Barbara, perhaps we ean talk. I’ve
been wanting to talk to you for a
long time.”
She did not answer. Bruce looked
hard at her. Her eyes were shut
and her face white against the dark
upholstery. “Babs, dear. are you
all right?” He put one arm about
her shoulders and drew her forward.
Barbara pulled away and sat up
straight. "Please don’t,” she said
wearily, drawing her cloak about
her. The great machine was bowl-
ing through quiet streets, its power-
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BARBARA HAWLEY, 25, breaks
with her fiance, BRUCE REY- i
NOLDS, and get* a Job on The
Austin Statesman, in order to see
life.
ANDREW McDERMOTT, the
nanaging editor, is a former friend
of her father. BOB JEFFRIES,
police reporter, proves friendly.
Barbara attends a newspaper din-
ner at the Lighthouse Inn with
SINBAD SULLIVAN, a press agent.
There she meets JEROME BALL
on,” she said, "let’s write the state-
ment for The Statesman about my
conection with Vale Acres. I want
to send it down first thing tomor-
row.”
"Look here. Lydia,” answered
Bruce. “Are you sure you want to
put so much money into it? You i
mustn't let friendship sway you too
much, you know. It's rather a ven-
ture. and if anything should happen
to our plans, I'd rather you didn’t
lose heavily in it.”
"Lose!” cred Lydia. "Nothing
I’m connected with ever loses. I’m!
a lucky penny and you’d better be
glad I m going to take hold of your
enterprise. What shall we say
about it?”
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toward me would vanish into thin
air. She’d be just a Jealou* cat,
if she knew.
"Not that there’s any reason for
jealousy. You and I ar* only
strangers forever and ever. But
she’s so gone on you she'd even be
jealous of your past."
Bruce stammered. "What silly
nonsense. Barbara. I’d never have
expected such talk from you. But
let's have it out here and now.
"Are you satisfied with the course
you’ve chosen or not? For heaven's
sake be honest with me, Baba May-
be our whole future happiness rests
on it. You don't look like a happy
woman, Barbara."
Barbara sniffed. "A happy wo-
man! And since when did you take
DEC. 23, 1900.
It begins to look as If th* hax-
ing inquest at West Point will be
turned Into a taros.
Mr. J. A. Hale and Miss Mary ▼.
Burns were united in marriage by
Father O'Keefe.
Pewter is now ths rag* for gift
articles In Paris, where titled wo-
men have turned to modeling in
this material.
Superintendent King of th* Con-
federate home reported 296 veterans
to the Institutton.
Prof. G. A. Slevers and wife re-
turned from Houeton.
Prof. John McKlou of the Manor
public school* was her*.
Tuenday afternoon Mr. and Mre.
George A. Brush were at home in
honor of Mr. and Mra. Eugene Owen
Harrie of Nashville, Tenn.
A reqital wee given last night
by Miss Allene Cabanie’ music
class,
St. David's church has been dee-
orated for Christmam.
The Christmas number of the
University of Texae Literary maga-
sine le most creditable.
County Judge George Calhoun
exercised the right to rot* on all
queetlons in the comminstoners
court, regarales of a tie and at
a result, all the democrate were
elected. Dr. R 8. Graves was re-
elected county physicton; L. J. Wil-
liams, superintendent of ths poor
tone; W. S. Smith, nuperintendent
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in his final analysis of a most bewildering governmental and
political situation. It was old David Crockett who said in the ;
long ago, "be sure you are right, and then go ahead.” Attor- .. ..
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ney General Dan Moody, a native Texan, knows sll about life ...
and the achievements and the sayings of old David. His
friends say that be has been sticking to the text, “Be sure you
are right and then go ahead.”
It would be well for all office holders, all servants of the
people, major or minor, to lemember the saying of David
Crockett. There is another saying which should never be
overlooked, “Never go off half cocked.” Speaker Satter-
white had the center of the stage for many weeks. He had
the front page headlines for many weeks. His voice rang out
on the frosty morning air from the Panhandle to the Poto-
mac, and the publicity that he received at home and abroad,
must have been very gratifying to a modest man, who never
courts publicity, who doesn’t love publicity and who shrinks
from pubilicity like the modest violet shrinks from the bold
gaze of a scorching sun.
Now Lawmaker Tecumseh Kossuth Erwin of Dallas threat-
ens to over-ride the speaker and call a special session on his
own hook. There is always something doing in Texas. There
is always some one saying something spectacular in Texas.
There is always a nigger in the wood pile in Texas. An old
year is dying. A new year is coming. This new year will be
a campaign year. It is imposs’ble to fool the doves. You
cannot fool the buzzards. And perhaps the dear people will
be in a receptive mood to drink the political branch water.
In the vernacular of a dead statesman, "Let’er go Gallagher.''
.DIET TO BE PASSE.
PARIS—Hints that the stout wo-
man is again fashionable will and
starvation diets. The fairer sex can
now feed to their appetite's con-
tent on chocolates, fancy pastries,
potatoes and all the tasty but fat-
tening foods that have been taboo
so long.
up mind reading, Bruce?” she)
asked.. Tm happier than I've ever 1
been in my life before. So don’t
flatter yourself I’m regretting our
broken engagement. That's so far
in the past I sometimes find it hard
to believe that I ever really knew
you at all.”
"You’re lyinghe answered calm-
ly.
She was stung. "I‘m telling the
solemn truth. You simply don’t ex-
ist for me any more. And the lif
I’m living is the only life I’d ever
want to live. So you may ge ahead
with your rich widow as soon as
you like.”
Bruce answered slowly. "I don’t
know what you’ve heard, Barbara.”
he said. “But there’s never been any
firl for me but you. I don’t like
your ideas and I don’t like many of
the things you do. And most of all,
I dn‘t like your selfishness. But
I’ve loved you. And that’s more
than I can say of any other wo-
man.”
Barbara spoke reflectively. "Of
course I haven't any money to of-
fer you for your personal ambi-
tions. And I wouldn’t flatter you
by giving up all my own interests
to plunge into yours. You’ll do
better after all with the rich wid-
ow, Bruce.”
"Look here, Barbara. You don’t
know what you're talking about
But it’s dam near insulting. There's
nothing between us. Lydia’s a rich
trifler, interested In architecture
and architects this season just as
she was in Buddhism and Buddhists
last season. Next year it may be
honiton lace or Chinese chow dogs.
She just naturally collects things.
"Anyhow, that is beside the ques-
tion. What about you and me? If
you told the real truth, you’d ad-
mit you’re lonely and miserable and
overworked. And you’d admit you
still loved me, too. And maybe we
could pick up the broken ends and
make a go of it after all. It would
be worth it, Babe.”
Barbara's anger had died down
She was too tired to maintain any
intense emotion. "No, Bruce. It
won't do. We want different things.
You want a Victorian helpmate, and
I want a life of my own. I'd be no
better than a turnip if I lived under
your regime. We don’t understand
"No,” she said. "I’m too tired.
Besides, why draw out the agony?
What’s done is done.”
Bruce was helping her out of the
car. She dashed past him and up
the steps to the house. He leaned
against the car a moment, straining
his eyes for a last glimpse of her
through the window as the lights
flashed on inside.
Then he climbed into the car and
it rolled away.
The great Clayton house was
quiet and dark when he reached it,
save where one or two windows in
the main hall thrust streamers of
light across the front walk. The
door opened as he climbed the steps,
and Martin, the butler, addressed
him.
"Madam would like to see you in
the musio room, sir," he said.
Bruoe Lollowed him through the
hall.
The music room was an apart-
ment in the east wing of tha house.
Bruce found Lydia at the piano, a
Chinese lamp throwing a glow upon
her copper hair. She was playing
Rome bit of old Italian melody when
he entered.
He seated himself on a hassock
near the piano. The light from the
Chinese lamp fell on the backs of
some old books stacked on a lac-
quered table. Lydia’s Persian cat
lay on a black satin cushion at her
feet. There was a bowl of yellow
roses on the window sill, and the
curtains were closely drawn against
the night.
The music went on and on. Lydia
did not turn to look at Bruce. She
might have been alone in the room,
so little sign did she give of no-
ticing his presence.
The cat rose and stretched itself,
rubbing against Lydia's feet. At
last it went out of the room.
In the middle of a bar, Lydia's
hands faltered and dropped from
the keyboard. "No use,” she sighed.
"Imperfect music." She turned
about to lopk at Bruce. “Sometimes
I think that all of life is Imperfect
music, a chord with a wrong note
or a missing note”
She moved restlessly.
Bruce smiled. "Your life should
be perfect music, Lydia. You’ve
beauty, wealth, friends—everything
it takes.”
She rose impatiently and paced
the floor, her long fringed shawl
trailing aero a the Chinese rugs.
She made a gesture very like wring-
ing her hands. "Everything except
the one thing that would make me
happy, Bruce,” she said—"a gift,
if I could paint or sing or write or
dance or do some one thing per-
fectly! But all I can do is to try
to help those who can. And I don't
like that kind of second hand satis-
faction.’'
Bruce smiled at her. "Nonsense,
Lydia. Just being what you are
should be enough. Isn’t it anything I
to be beautiful and rich and young ”
Lydia shrugged and gave him a
wry smile. “Don't flatter me, Bruce.
You don't do it well. You're not
even thinking of what we re talking
about right now. I believe Miss
Hawley has vamped you.” Her tone,
was light, bpt her eyes were ques-
tioning. Bruce made no answer..
He was puffing at his cigaret and
looking at the yellow roses.
Lydia made a sudden movement
and seized him by the arm. “Come
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Entered hi the Postotfiee at Aastin. Texam.
M a wood elaa* Matter.
Private Braneh Telephonen
Dial 8388 or 8521
Sundey Surtees Emt—aa •»<; eta
■wette 95.18 ne vear. $1.00 Sunday
"2. "on ~ — 6
DEC. 23, 1«10.
Charles C. Cresson, assistant U. S.
attorney, wa* here gathering infor-
mation on how the comminion form
of government operates her*. He
tevor3 the plan for San Antonio.
Prestdent Edwin B. Parker of the
alumni assoclation of the Univer-
sity of Texas has just tssued a call
to strengthen the organisation.
Daniel Bigelow Blake Jr. of Nash-
vine and Bessie Atkinson of Austin
were married at the Southern Pres-
byterian church. Rev, Glenn Fllen
of Bryan. Kappa Sigma fraternity
brother of the bridegroom, perform-
ing the ceremony.
While the fire chief and hie as-
sistants were killed in a million
dollar stockyards fire in Chicago
yesterday, 15 dead wae the toll of
the great fire to a Philadelphia
factory the eame day.
Fane guaranteed to raise the
necessary amount to secure Texas
leagus bassball for Austin.
A. EL Black has gone to St. Louie
for neveral days.
Enrollment at ths university this
ysar is the gresteet in the history
of the institution and by the end of
the term wil exceed by 150 that of
toot year.
Judge Hiram Glass general at-
torney for Texas railroads will open
his offlcss to ths Scarbrough bulld-
ful lights painting a wide white
avenue ahead.
"Look here, Barbara," said Bruce.
"What's this all about anyway?
Are we going to be enemies to the
end of the chapter, or can we at
least be friends again? Is it nec-
essary to hate each other. Just be-
cause we fell out of love?"
Barbara flared back. "I don't
"How does this go? 'Mrs. Lydia
Clayton today announced her inten-
tion to invest large sums of money
in the Vale Acres development
project sponsored by Manners. I
Stone & Reynolds.
" ’Mrs. Clayton will buy a large
tract of land which will be plotted ,
and built up according to the plans’
of Bruce Reynolds, a member of the )
firm, and Giovanni Gignelli, Italian j
architect whose presence in Austin i
was the occasion for a large recep-,
tion given last night at Mra Clay-1
ton's home.’
"That’s going to look well in I
print. I‘11 call Barbara Hawley first I
th.ng in the morning and read it off I
to her.” 1
"Give it to McDermott Instead.” I
said Bruce. “It’ll get better attei Ia
tion. 41)
“What have you got against the T
Hawley girl?" asked Lydia suddenly.
I thought she looked at you with
adoration in her eyes."
(To be continued.)
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