The Devine News (Devine, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 23, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 23, 1915 Page: 6 of 8
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CLOSING
THE PRIZE
By ALISON MIER WORTHINGTON.
OUT
SHOES AND HATS
I am Closing Out my entire
Stock of
HAMILTON BROWN SHOES
at cost to make room for a new line. AI
so a good line of
STETSON HATS
for sale very cheap
Will buy your COTTON and CORN at the
highest market prices
Before buying elsewhere get my prices
GROCERIES
"If you please, sir,” remarked Kara
Bartlett, bookkeeper for the Vulcanite
Rubber works at Springville.” It has
been the custom for many years for
the plant to recognize the graduation
exercises of the town high school."
Wilton Dacre looked up hurriedly
and somewhat irritably from an analy
sis of a large war order for army
bicycle tires. He had been summoned
from initial legal duties into the city
six months since to assume charge of
the plant business when his father
had died. He had found the enter-
prise a vast paying one, but methods
and workers in slovenly ruts. He
had been arbitrarily exacting in intro-
ducing a new system and it was hard
to beat his progressive ideas into the
brains of others. However, he was
liberal and humane and hoped that
time would successfully establish his
modeland modern ideas.”
"To recognise the high school grad-
uation exercises?" repeated Dacre.
"I don’t understand you.”
“Why, sir,” old Ezra hastened to
volubly explain, "your father for years
sought to encourage local advance
ment by donating fifty dollars in gold
each year as a prise for the best es-
say produced by a member of the grad-
uating class, and—" t
"Make it one hundred, this time,"
directed Dacre in his crisp business
way.
“Telephone, Mr. Dacre,” spoke the
office boy just here, and the parted
lips of the bookkeeper closed, about
to add something to what he had al-
ready said. .
“It will keep. I'd better not spring
too much on the boss at one time."
Then he chuckled as be made out a
check for a hundred dollars and wrote
a letter to accompany it to the town
school board, stating its purpose.
The town paper expatiated duly and
In a commendatory way on “the
marked liberality of our Mr. Dacre."
The school exercises took place;
Dacre was invited, but was too busy
GEO. K. MIXON
BIGFOOT,
TEXAS
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4. EVERY
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* THURSDAY
• NIGHT
“Just Wait a Moment, Miss Morrie,
Please.”
To-night
[Thursday) the
ninth
epi-
sode of this
Interesting se
rial will be
shown - with
two
other
good .reels.
This is posi-
tively the best
ever shown in
Devine.
to attend. He had forgotten all about
the Incident when, the day after the
exercise, old Ezra introduced once
again upon his office privacy.
"If you please, sir," he observed tim-
orously, “the high school business."
“Why, I thought that was over and
done with?” returned Dacre.
"Yes, sir; surely, sir, but—"
"You made the donation?”
“Surely, but—"
“Well, what next?”
“The winner of the prize, Mr. Dacre.
Ton see, in addition to giving that, the
custom of the works has been to hon-
, or the winner with a starting position
in life, at the works here. An hon-
ored, cherished custom, sir. My Junior
assistant was the prize winner three
years ago. Young Mr. Brown in the
shipping department was the winner
two years ago. Last year young Wat-
son, the checker, was the favored
| “Is there room for the present grad-
uate?" inquired Dacre quickly, anxious
to get to work to his business papers.
I “Why, yes, sir. Your stenographer,
1 Mr. Timms, leaves next week.”
“All right. Bring your new boy
around and I’ll look him over.”
I "But, sir—” began Ezra, in a great
| state of perturbation, “it's not--" ,
“Telephone," announced the office
boy Just here, and Mr. Dacre became
■ immediately absorbed, and Ezra, his
I face distresed and anxious, backed out
The
MAJESTIC
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of the room, with the unsteady words:
"How am I going to tell him!"
Whatever was on his mind, how-
ever, of the unsolved problem indi-
cated, Ezra grasped the dilemma by
the horns. When Wilton Dacre came
down to the office the next morning
Ezra met him in the main office and
pointed to his private room.
“In there, sir," he observed tim-
orously.
“Who? What do you mean?”
“The prize-winning graduate, sir,"
responded Ezra, and halted.
Dacre entered his private office,
tossed his hat on top of his desk and
turned around, intent on making short
work of his visitor. Then he drew
back after an embarrassing stare.
Seated beside his desk, smiling, pret-
ty and blushing like a fresh June
rose, was a young girl. He was the
respectful, considerate gentleman pt
once.
“I hops 1 will do,” she spoke; “and
oh, sir! I want to thank you so much.
The money means a great deal to me,
for you know I am an orphan and
Aunt Letty is poor. But the position!
if only my shorthand la quick enough
for you."
The hard business lines softened
down in the face of the master of the
plant. He did not reply at once. A
dashing memory of a woman who
had won his regard and deceived him
four years agone opened wide the gates
to dreams of a new ideal of truth and
loveliness, closed rigidly after the one
bitter disappointment of his life.
Then all that was yearning and ten-
der in his soul went out to the eager-
faced, innocent girl before him, too
artless to conceal her Joy at being
placed in business life.
“1—1 shall have to speak with my
bookkeeper, Miss—" began Dacre,
blundering and off his balance like
some bashful schoolboy. A
“Eva, sir—Eva Morris.”
“Just wait a moment, Mise Morris,
please. What the thunder!” he
burst forth upon the shrinking Ezra
in the outer room. “Not a female in
the place! I thought it was a boy—”
“Yes, sir; but, you see, a girl beat
them all to first place thla year.
You wouldn't give me time to tell you
about it. She’s a little model of In-
dustry,' Mr. Dacre. “I’ll vouch for her
there. As to having a girl around-
why, sir. it will make it more cheer-
ful,” and then the old rascal chuckled
as Dacre went off, reading in his em-
ployer's face a decided leaning towards
an innovation in the system of the
place.
Eva did finely. There was not a
great deal of stenographic work to do.
She was bright, smart, an excellent
correspondent. She liked her employ-
er, she was the pet of the workmen.
Dacre was called away for a month
on important business. He was sur-
prised and pleased when he returned.
Somehow, things looked brightened
up. In the outer office the clerical
force now had their hate and coats
hung up in an orderly way on hooks,
where before they had been flung
carelessly about. The private office
was neat aa a pin. The old ragged
shades had been reversed and turned.
A vase filled with flowers ornamented
his desk.
For the first time in its history the
washroom of the working hands con-
tained clean roll towels. The sight of
brush and comb in a homemade card-
board case, trimmed with a bit of blue
ribbon, made Dacre amlle at the In-
congruity, and yet somehow thrilled
his heart with pleasure.
And from these minor invasions of
the grim rules of the works, Eva be-
gan to advance along more material
lines. Dacre was amazed at many a
practical suggestion she made in con-
sonance with his material business in-
terests.
Mors than ever he felt the vast void
in his being, craving for sympathy
and interested companionship. The
sweet, pretty girl at his side, always
smiling, accommodating and grateful,
seemed to have woven an irresistible
charm about his heart_-
“Dictation,” he said one day, coming
into the office, a mighty resolve in his
mind, and the ready hand of his
stenographer touched the keyboard.
“Miss Eva Morris,” dictated Dacre
tersely, “I love you—will you be my
wife?"
The fair head dropped, the wild-
rose blush on the beautiful face
deepened. He watched her trembling
hand breathlessly as a slender, shape-
ly finger delivered three radiant notes,
clicking rapidly into his longing soul:
“Y-E-8."
(Copyright, 1916, by W. G. Chapman.)
STILL REMAINS A PUZZLE
Lovers of Dickens Long Hsve Pon-
dered Over His Crestion of
“Harold Skimpole."
Was Harold Skimpole, in "Bleak
House," a caricature of Leigh Hunt?
The old literary enigma received at-
tention again by the discovery of a
hitherto unpublished letter of Charles
Dickens by "C. K. S.,” reproduced in
his literary columns in the London
Sphere.
This new letter is probably an an-
swer to the last appeal Leigh Hunt
made to the novelist to give assur-
ance in a public manner that the
wretched creature Skimpole was not
a portrait of himself. Zealous Dick-
ensians have done their utmost to
clear the novelist's name in respect
of this Charge of cruelly caricaturing
a noble man, but they receive little if
any support from Dickens' own words.
And the new letter is only one more"
evasion. "My dear Leigh Hunt,” he
writes from Gad’s Hill In June, 1859,
"believe me, I have not forgotten that
matter; nor will I forget it To alter
the book itself would be to revive a
forgotten absurdity, and to establish
the very association that is to be de-
nied and discarded . . .” But, as
"C. K. 8." pointe out in his commen-
tary on this literary find, there is am-
ple evidence that Dickens was sorry
for ths portrait and vowed "never to
do so any more.”
Oriental Immigration.
When two peoples find that their
standards repel like oil and water they
do not care to associate. Naturally,
then, the oriental immigrants tend to
huddle in colonies in which they may
live in the old way, keep their pride
and spare themselves the pains of
adjustment to American ideals. Not
only do such colonies check the assim-
ilation of those who must need it, but
they are apt to be nests of congestion,
disease and depravity, as well as hot-
beds for the propagation of false and
impractical ideas of political and so-
cial freedom. /
political and so-
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$64.50
Summer Tourist Tickets
To Northern and Eastern Resorts. June 1..September the 30th
= T. R. Keeton, Agent, Devise, Tessa
lectric
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Without asking for a bonus,or gay minimum amount
of business, we have put ia an Up-to-Date Light
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Yours for Building up Devine
Devine Light, Power
and Ice Co.
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want you to go back to the store and
get your money. Dodson’s Liver Tone
is destroying the sale of calomel because
it is real liver medicine; entirely vege-
table, therefore it can not salivate or
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that sour bile and constipated waste
which is clogging your system and mak
ing you fee miserable. I guarantee that
a bottle of Dodson’s Liver Tone will
keep your entire family, feeling fine for
months. Give it to your children. It is
harmless; doesn’t gripe and they like its
pleasant taste.
Cloan Your Sluggish Liver
and Bowels.
* Ughi Calomel makes you siek, res
horrible! Take a dose the dangerous
dutonieh and tomorrow you may lose
Calomel is mercury or quickenve.
which causes necrosis Of the bones.
Calomel, when it comes into contact
with sour bile crashes into it, bronking
it, up. This is when you feel that awful
nausea and cramping. If you are slug-
gish and e’all knocked out,” if your
liver is torpid and bowels constipated
or you have headache, dizziness, coated
tongue, if breath is bad or stomach sour,
just try a spoonful of harmless Dodson.
Liver Tone tonight on my guarantee.
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W. L. DuBose & Sons. The Devine News (Devine, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 23, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 23, 1915, newspaper, September 23, 1915; Devine, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1660565/m1/6/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Texas State Library and Archives Commission.