Wise County Messenger. (Decatur, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 749, Ed. 1 Friday, August 16, 1895 Page: 2 of 10
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Colfax!”
“And so the hail
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tered Decros as he twirled the cylinders I
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An old lady, nursing my wife in UNIVERSITY OF NOTRE DAME.
Blackburn on one occasion, had for her the fifty-second year will OPEN
Makes the
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selve
pose
do th
in its
rived at El Paso, Texas, last week says
she has declined over one hundred and
fifty offers of marriage since she start-
ed on her trip. During her journey she
the ‘cup of pleasure,’ take up the task
of collecting something, no matter what.
(People have ere now collected hand-
deputies
ent pled,
the payn
addition
tition to
he
not
"Jim—Jim
"It's his gal!
entin ind left
wo c osed of 1
rent
rs al
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ess a
he
me
—Wa-al, I'm a fool
Won’t yer kiss me.
Y
the
pee
Judging from some of the game he
bags, we should say that Cupid must
do most of his hunting blindfolded.
his numerous wives, contrives to spend 1
annually $30,000,000.
crop literally
One night Death came an.I tore the
mask
making his way toward the camp of
Ten Strike, a shout and pistol shots
came to his ears.
He realized a battle was taking place
near at hand.
"I reckon I’ll look in on that yar scrim-
joyful. "I did git you out!"
She was not more than four years old.
and the man muttered to himself:
"Well, she’s a leetie rosebud, she is!
At sunset, as Dark Decros was slowly ’ .
tains and the
other way.” I
Out from beneath his rough coat cme
a wicked-looking knife.
In a moment he was hacking away at
a long, strong bush.
In a remarkably short time he had cut
it down.
Then he advanced to the edge of the
water and thrust one end out to the
is said so perfect is the construc-
tion df the bicycle wheel, that it will
carry wit? safety a larger load in pro-
portion to its weight than any other
wheel made.
aged your tobacco?
little
ric Corn Salve
oney refunded. A
ents.
was out nursing, did the cooking, but
not very satisfactorily, I fear.
The man called at my house one Ay,
asking that “th’ owd woman might re-
turn home as early as possible, for,”
said he, "th’ wife made me a meat pie
for my dinner yesterday, and, in getting
into th' cage to go down th' pit, th’ pie
fell to th' bottom, above 120 yards, and,
if you'll believe me, the crust worn’t
broken.”
The man who blows in the gun to see
if it is loaded has been succeeded by the
man who rocks the boat.
ately to move from the spot. gone wrong fer me, I might bed one o'
Her legs were bare to the knees and my own now, but
id aga
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it- equip nent. Catalogues herit free on applicati n to
Kiev. ANDREW MORRISSEY, < . S. C.. Notre Dame Ind.
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The Philadelphia Times wants to bet
that, no matter what comes, the head
of the New Woman will be found rest-
ing on a man’s shoulder.
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The Man with the Mask.
Men called him saint; they could not
see
That with a cloak of virtue, he
Concealed an impure heart, the while
He smiled; they knew not he was vile.
Hope They Will.
The “holiness people” of l ai
have discovered that the end
ingots of joy in small change. A hobby,
a mania, is pleasure transformed into
the shape of an idea.”
An old bachelor editor says “a baby
is a howling success.” He ought to have g
added, the fellow who never had one of K
his own at home is not.
pnent, th
• manifest
i world is right here. They mig
j till Nansen gets back from the
pole. )
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। jycut out mid send this ndvertisement
Patents. Trade-Marks.
, Examination and Advice as to Patentability ot
Invention. Send for “ Inventors’ Guide, or How to Get,
Patent." PATRIGZ 0‛TAERELI, WASEI119T02T, D. c.
again and again. "You've opened ther
portals o’ heaven, dear, an’ let a ray erop.
of pure sunshine inter this yar old black ped
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I heerd as how he w
Banker Lewis of Ohio began life poor,
but kept forging ahead until he was
$400,000 ahead of the game.
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urning tl
old him 1
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ase we cannot cure- This i-ense has always
battled the skill of the most eminent physi-
clans. 8500,000 capital behind our uincondi-
tionai guaranty. A bsointe proof, sent sealed on
avpiietuon. Address c00K REMIEDY CO.,
307 Moronic Temple, CHICAGO, ILL
of his revolvers to see that they were
in perfect working order.
There was an evil look on the man's
face—a sinister, deadly look.
Of a sudden, as he stood thus, the
sound of a distant cry came to his ears.
He started and listened.
“What wuz thet?” he exclaimed.
The cry was repeated.
It was like the voice of a child, and
the tone indicated great terror.
“Thar's trouble thar!” burst from the
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“Hanson’s Me
Warranted to cure or
j druggist fur it. Price 15
is failing. That may partially account
for his failure to remember to be decent
to Laidlaw. '
It would be a very unfair thing for
Cuba to use the formidable means of re-
taliation on this country for its anti-,
-filibuster position which she possesses
in the imported cigar.
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It is not surprising that Richard
Croker should have the most flattering
things to say about the British system
of government. He came pretty near
being a monarch himself.
The Japanese are working them-
selves up to the modest belief that one
Jap can lick five Russians.
The making of collections of posters
is not a new idea. Balzac, forty years
ago, wrote in “Scenes from Parisian
Life”: “You, who can drink no longer
from the chalice called through all time
An Atchison man of 60, who has 5
given so much to churches all his life J
that he is poor, will start out in the fall
to win a few dollars back by becoming
a boy preacher.
man who had been battling against
odds. “I have the drop!”
An esteemed contemporary has dis-
covered that there is a large demand
for small coin. This belongs to the
large band of “important if true” stor-
ies.
much cold, dear. but thar’s ther derndest
quar feelin' down yere in my gizzard
thet I ever sperinced: It's bin a long
time sence I held a leetle gal like you
In these yere arms. Ef ther wo'ld hedn't
into an open through which ran the
sluggish stream.
There he saw something that brought
him to a halt. .
In the water, some distance from the
bank, stood a little girl, who was wring-
ing her hands and struggling desper- l
The most horrible Cuban war stories
continue to come from Florida. Before
long they will be putting them up in
Connecticut wrappers.
It Ddn•
-When I wa- fad
say - an obi i onner
abrao of provuencev
business. After I plV
tobacco 1 rigged ur‛V
, the entire length of W
L ropes stretching from
' and to those ropes I att4
a material not so stiff as I
Iso flexible as cambric. I
,of pulleys any one st
edge of the field could pl
guy rope and in live secq
tire crop would be cov
curtain or awning. I wl
about this time and my pi
me I must go to Calif
health, so I went, but b
I instructed my wife how
device and told her ths
your lips of Dark Decros.
Out of sight went his revolver.
In another moment he was bounding
down the creek like a deer.
He was guided by the repeated cries,
which now plainly indicated great fear
and distress.
In a few moments he came bursting
she saw a storm coming to
N WFTTK Decros halted
i beside the sluggish-
flowing creek and
I looked at his weap-
=——*4
The Sultan of Turkey, with the aid of
Then they confronted each other,
started back, cried:
"Decros!”
"Colfax!”
"Hold hard!" rang from the lips of the
One Result. ■
Nellie Newkirk, a Big Pra
girl, has a cancer on her
which the doctors say is due
habit of chewing gum. I
Tobacco’s Triumph. I
Every day we meet men who have!
lost all interest in Ute, but they I
smoke all the time and wonder wbw
shine. Is not bright and the sweet u
sounds discordant. Tobacco takes I
pleasures of life and leaves irritated ,
ters in return No To Bac is the eas
Guaranteed, cure ana make you
strong, by Druggists everywhere ’ “
has save-$1 500. There are lots of men
who are willing to marry any woman
who has demonstrated that she could
make a good living for them.
From off his countenance. Friends
ask:
'Who is it?” shrinking as they trace
The devil's likeness in his face.
—Ram’s Horn.
to the decision
y. the clair
ot succ
merried, and he bed left a child away «
hyar somewhar! An’ this is his!” |
Amy shrank back, looking frightened
"Oh, I'm ’frald now!” she said, he
voice trembling.
"Don't be skeered," said Decros, with
a great effort.
"You hurt me when you look dat
way.”
"I wouldn't hurt you for the world—
not fer ten thousan’ worlds!” he de-
clared earnestly. "Don't yer believe me.
Leetle Rosebud?”
He held out his great brown hands
appealingly, and he was on his knees.
She hesitated, and started forward
doubtfully, and then once more ran into
his arms.
“You wouldn't hurt me when you look
like dat,” she said.
"Never!” he cried, as he kissed her
. ssaid, bei
laugh sheriff of
the round-the-world bicyclist, who ar-
antly. "You have dogged me here to
kill me! Why shouldn't I kill you and
save my own life?”
"Thar ain’t ther least reason in ther
world,” came coldly from the lips of the
man whose arms were folded over his i
breast.
"I'm going to do it!” grated the other. I
bills), and you will recover
Sarsaparil
is the one True Blood Purifier. V
Hood’s Pills Aamaseatkarue.}
ASK YOUR DRUGGIST FOR
* THE BEST ★
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“No, sir, never touched!
then, you see,” he added!
long pull at his pipe, the
any tobacco to ruin, for eve
leetle sweet?”
She put her arms about his teck and
kissed his benrded cheek.
He strained her to his breast.
Then he fell to talkins with her, utter-
ly wrapped up and absorbed in his find.
For an hour! at least. Dark Decros
talked with the child.
At length, when she was about to
leave him, saying her papa would be
searching for her, he said:
"This yar’s been ther happiest day
I've known in y'ars, little one. An’ now,
afore yer go, won’t yer tell me yer
name?”
"It’s Amy.”
"Amy what?” .
"Amy Colfax.”
The man fell back, his face paling.
"Colfax!” he repeated. “It—it can’t
---yble.
ood met th
Lx Jas had '
Filled the
' this adm
iendn."
ri
He snatched out a revolver, and it
was pointed fairly at Dark Decros’
heart.
Decros folded his arms across his
breast.
"I have you!” cried Colfax triumph-
j ons.
"I
j want
v yf unlock
the loci
heart o" mine. Go. now—go! God bless
yer. Leetle Rosebud!”
She skipped away, turning to toss a
kiss to him ere she disappeared, and
Dark Decros was left alone with his
tumultuous thoughts.
LOOP POISON
A SPECIALTYSamarZ:Hes:
tiary BLOOD PUISON permanently
curedin 15 to35 days. Toucan betrented at
home for same price under same guaran-
/ty. If you prefer to come here wewillcon-
tract to pay railroad f areand hotel bills,and
nocharge. If we fail to cure. If you havetakenmer-
cury, iodide potash, and etill have aches and
pains. Mucous Patches in mouth. Sore Throat,
Pimples, Copper Colored Spots, Ulcers on
any part of the body. Hair or Eyebrows falling
out. it is this Secondary 13L001 POISON
we guarantee to cure. Wo solicit the most obsti-
nate cases and challenge the world for a
s name?"
n Jim."
grated Decro:
son-in-law a pitman, and her daughter, 5 . TUESDAY sept. 3d. 1895.
.. i il ■ Full courses in ( f a sies Hetters • clence. L wv.
the pitmans wife, when the mother < i. Na .1 n. enanieni Engineering.Thorowgi
Preparatory aid Commercial Courses St. Edwa: d‛a
Hall for bo} s under 13 Is unique in the comp etenesso
Kansas City. This may be the New
Woman we have been looking for so
long.
reckon I'll .
them down
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Dark puntosends heret Here you die, , Hood’s Sarsaparilla tones sod1
Then came a low cry and little Amy the digestive organs, creates
appeared, running swiftly between and gives a refreshing sleep,
them. BB K 5
"Don't shoot dat man, papa!” she 4 CB fi
cried. “Him de ons dat save me from E E •J NJ #
child who was caught in the greedy
quicksand.
"Ketch holt, dear,” he directed.
She grasped the bush.
"Now' hold hard—hold fer all ye're
wuth," said Dark Decros, anxiety ex-
pressed on his face. "I'm goin’ try ter
pull yer out. You'll get wet, fer I'll
drag yer over in ther water; but ye
mustn't let go. Yer won't let go, will
yer, dear?”
"No.”
She shook her curly head.
"That's right, little one," he nodded.
"Are yer holt? Now hang—hang fast!”
He pulled steadily, all the while en-
couraging her, and she hung to the bush
tenaciously.
In this way he dragged her from the
quicksand and brought her safely to the
shore.
"Thar—thar ye be. little one!” he cried
It’s bin a long day sence I’ve seen a
child like this yere!”
Aloud he asked
"How’d it happen yer mother let yer
come off hyar alone, pet?”
“Ain’t dot no muzzer,” was the reply.
“Ain’t? Wa-al, now, thet yar’s tough!
Come here, Leetle Rosebud! You ain't
skeered o' me, be yer?"
"No, sir; you pulled me out the water.
I’m ain't scat.”
He held out his brawny arms, and she
ran into them laughing.
A strange feeling seized Dark Decros
and set him shaking like a leaf.
“She’s quicker’n a ‘spresstrar
muttered. "Gotter git her out
FOR
Dyspeptic,Delicate,Infirm and
AGED PERSONS
* JOHN CARLE & SONS, New York. *
mage!” he muttered, as he leaped to-
ward the spot from where the sounds
came.
In a moment he came bursting out
upon three men who were struggling
desperately, two against one.
"Hyar! hyar!” roared Decros: "this
yar ain’t a squar' deal! I callate I'll
take a hand!”
Smack! smack! sounded his hard fists.
Right and left he struck. His blows
were hard and telling.
In a very few seconds he put to flight i
the two ruffians who had attacked the
lone man.
ish ,eJ' secul
-> batter <
' roved toi
Should Bismarck die. young William - n,
would come out and say to the Ger- { I/y
mans: "Weep not for Bismarck; you '
see I’m here.” ■ LILLUS.IL
but I’ve run ther critter down at last,
an’ now I'll fill him full o’ lead sure as
I know how ter work my guns."
Decros was dressed roughly in woolen
clothes, mud-bespattered. with high
boots and wide-brimmed hat. His red
shirt was open at the neck, revealing
a brown, hairy throat.
This man had a record in the Touch-
stone region.
He was known far and wide as a
i "killer”—a man who did not value hu-
man life—a ruffian with blood-stained
hands.
Yet, for all of his reputation, there
was something mild and pleasant about
his blue eyes.
"Colfax knows I'm hot on his trail,
fer he's dodged me time arter time, but
he can’t git away this yar time,” mut-
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de water!"
Down sunk the revolver.
"You?” muttered Colfax—"you? Did
you save my child?'
"Wa-al. I reckon I did."
“Then—then I can't shoot, no matter
what comes! She told me of it—told me
how you talked to her—talked of her
mother, who is an angel in heaven.
No, Decros, you may kill me, but I
cannot shoot down in cold blood the
man who has saved the life of my
darling Amy!”
"Wa-al, Colfax,” said the dark-faced
man, huskily, "ef you don't shoot me, I
reckon neither one of us will shoot
t'other one, fer I'm goin’ ter declare ther
hatchet buried hyar an' now!”
Then he knelt and once more held out
his arms to the little girl.
"Come, Little Rosebud,” he pleaded
softly, "come, kiss me again, for I'm
goin’ far away, an' yer won't never see
me no more. Will yer come?”
She ran into his arms.
Toughish Paste.
Aky hyar in Teu Strike."
C3/l,ny he said, a deadly
\ M‛R • expression on his
‛V2 \ I black-bearded face.
HI4F4/\ X "I've tracked Col-
” ' Fi fax a long distance.
“What makes you tremble?
told?” asked the little girl.
“No," was the husky reply, as
looked deep into her eyes, "I’m
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From Avon Park, Fla., comes an or- uncovered.
iginal idea for ending dull times. The A short distance from her, toward
editor of its weekly idea, quoting the the. center of the stream, foated the
-e . . water lily that had tempted her to
magical phrase of 1878. The way to re- wade out from the shore.
sume is to resume, asks his readers, "Hyar, hyar!” called Dark Decros
and through them the whole country, to soothingly; “wot yer screechin' this yar
unite on a “Revival Day,” say August way fer. little un?"
31 by which time let those with idle "Oh, oh, ch.!" wailed the terrified child
money decide into which of the many "T.am caughted fasti,, can't dit away"
moT e « “Hum! grunted the man, looking
promising channels they shall turn it alarmed. “Caught, be yer?”
loose.” Let every dollar possible on "Yes, sir. Suffin’s dot me!”
this day be put into circulation; see how “Wa-al, don't ye be skeert no more,
many debts can be paid; how many new young lady," said the big bewhiskered
enterprises started, and how much ruffian in tones that were gentle and
, • P "ul.a The imnetns almost musical. “I'll hev ye out o’ thar
business consummated. The imp is in two shakes—yes. I will, my dear!”
thus given, he believes, will put an end He promptly stepped into the water,
to hard times, trying the bottom cautiously.
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