The Bastrop Advertiser (Bastrop, Tex.), Vol. 56, No. 13, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 4, 1908 Page: 4 of 8
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J
LANGFORD
of the
THREE
BARS3)
"By
KATE AND VIRGIL D. BOYLES
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SYNOPSIS.
Onttlo t i N|iolllng rarulim of
®,.ui). J in- Wlllim■ -ii. "irjii 11
rniil' in 'iii* lulu r<'ti<l<-*v<iua i>f
thlrvih mi inland In Mutsn irl rtwr They
have ninli-n miii' from Tlire* It.ir run> h.
I.AiiKfi>ril \ In11h \\ lllmton und IiIh daugh-
ter ami Wllltnton ri't ortM what I'* h.l*
to l.HUKfi'i'il u !m ili-l>Tii:in«> i to r 1 *1
country « f thieve* .I*-hhp lilii-k ltt adw out-
law* i Mtigford fall* iti In i with WiIIIh-
ton'n dantnti r but i1i i * not trll her <>
fAMilar l>i lt- court *t«no(tritph T. and
nlfi «• uf Juilui' vlhttM Kcfnah at r,*-
t|ui nt i f i*111i111 v .itt«>rn«*> . tioiilnti. to taki*
iratinmnv in |>t •'llnilmtry hearing Oorilon
(alio in ln\i- with her Aft*r prullmltmry
«SHinlnatlon Wlllmt"ii'n hnnn" in attarUfd
Anil <W f<-n(l*d h.v tils lUtuxhter ami him-
self i unlaw x fin* hullilltiK .1 uHt an I.anti-
ford .iii'l if i'i«l iva arrive Outlaw*
carry nfl Wllllntrni hut l.antcford reK< uc*
the .1.1 u*lit,-r Without WllllHllon evident',*
AcaltiMt Hltii k I* nu-awi r. ntul cu i- m-i'mii
fo k'H UK msaliiHt tli'" mute. (iorilon
taken a nlKht rhle .iml lliul* Wllllaloti.
ln> haa i s |i. .1 from cuptors The
cuurthouac at Ktimah burn* at night.
CHAPTER XVII.—Continued.
"IxiuUe! What are >'<>u nolng to
do?" erlt'cl Mary, In consternation.
There #i •if few people on this side.
Louise imt Iw r hand deliberately to
the door ktmb. It wave to her pres-
sure— the door swung open. 801110
one s iintiled out blindly and leaned
against the wall fur a moment, his
hands over hi;. ey?s.
"I can't do it." he said, aloud, "I
can't rt ich the vaults.
Louise slipped past him and was
within the doorway, closely followed
by the frantic Mary.
The man cried out sharply, and
rt retched out a detaining hand. "Are
you crazy? Come back!"
"Mr. Gordon!" cried Louise, with a
little sob of relief, "is it really you?
Let me go—quick—my note books!"
A thick cloud of smoke at that mo-
ment < inie rolling down the back
stairs. It enveloped them. It went
down their throats and made them
cough. The man, throwing an arm
over the shoulders of the slender girl j
who had started up after the first
nhovk of the smoke had passed away, !
pushed her gently but firmly outside, j
"Don't let her come, Mary," he
called back, clearly. "I'll get the
note bookd—if I can." Then he was
gone—up the smoke-wreathed stair-
way.
Outside, the girls waited. It I
■eemed hours. The wind, howling
around the corners, whipped their
itklrts There was a colder edge to It
Fire at last broke out of the back
windows simultaneously with the
*ound of breaking glass, and huge
billows of released black smoke;
surged out from the new outlet.
Louise started forward. She never!
knew afterward Just what she meant
to do, but she sprang away from
Mary's encircling arm and ran up the
little flight <if steps leading to the
door from which site had been so un
ceremoniously thrust. Afterward,
when they tnld her. she realized what
her impulsive action meant, but now
Rhe did not think. She was only con
sciouK of some wild, vague impulse to
fly to the help of the man who would
even now be safe In blessed outdoors
had it not been for her and her fool-
|uh wpiuan's whim She had sent him
death What were those
note books what was any
comparison to his life!
Jifidlv up tiie steps,
lined the door whut
|cle to keep her
open. The
Ju'i , t nlllni:
pent
Jior.
pit ly
ofr
Iten ' !>
Jordon j
flavor
and ,
Lot
Rood
Now
would
d*wt' -r
off, but
lice bet
vom—"
her Sentence, for
fr^.nn staggered out
down on the hot
^vere drunk, but little '
Jarts of flan •• colored the sutglnv
• ■moke here and there In weird :
splotch and. suddenly calm now that
there was something to do. Mary and
I^oulse led iiitn away from th doomed
building where the keen wind soon
blew the choking smoke from his eyes
and throat.
"I've swallowed a ton," he said, re
covering hlmwlf 'Milckly. "I couldn't
get them, I/uiise ' He did not know
be calied her so
"Oh, what does If matter*" cried
LonUe, earnestly. "Only forgive me
for sending you "
"As 1 remember it, I sent mvsell I
said Cordon with a humorous smile,
and. I a til afraid UMtlded one little
| girl rather unceremoniously down the
stairs. l*id i hurt you?" There wuii
a caressing cadence In the question
that he could not for the life of him
keep out Of his voice.
"I did not even know I tumbled.
How did you get back?" said Louise,
tremulously.
Who opened the door*" counter
questioned (Jordon. remembering.
"The wind must have blown It shut.
I was blinded—I couldn't tlud It—I
couldn't breathe. I didn't have sense
enough to know It was shut, but I
couldn't have helped myself anyway.
I groped for It as long as 1 could with-
out breathing Tl 111 I guess I must
ha\e gone off a little, for I was spraw-
ling oil the floor of the lower hall
when I felt a breath of air playing
over me. Somebody must have opened
the door because I atn pretty sure
I had fainted or done somu foolish
thing "
Louise was silent. She was thank
fui thankful. God had been very
gooi to her. It had been given to her
to do this thing She had not meant
to do it she had not konwn what she
did; enough that was done.
"It wus Louise," spoke up Mary,
"and 1 tried to hold her back!" So
she accused herself.
"Hut 1 didn't do It on purpose," said
Louise, with siiinlng eyes. "I—I "
"Yes, you " prompted Gordon,
looking at her with tender lntentness.
"I guess 1 was trying to come after
you," she confessed, "it was very—
foolish."
The rear grounds were rapidly fill
ing tip. Liko children following a
band-wagon, the crowd surged toward
the new excitement of the discovered
extension of the firo. Gordon drew a
long breath.
"I thank God for your foolishness."
he said, simply, smiling the smile his
friends loved him for.
CHAPTER XVIII.
An Unconventional Tea Party.
As the flames broke through the
roof, Langfonl came rushing up where
the groey stood u little apart from the
press.
"Dick! 1 have been looking for you
everywhere," he cried, hoarsely.
"What's the trouble, old man?"
asked Gordon, quietly.
"1 have something to tell you." said
Langford, in a low voice. "Come
quick—let's go back to your rooms.
Why, girls "
"We will go, too," said Mary, with
quiet decision. She had caught a
glimpse of Red Sanderson's 'ace
through the crowd, and she thought he
%
He Sat Down on the Bottom Step as
if He Were Drunk.
had leered at. her. She had been
haunted by the vague feeling that she
must have known the man who had
attempted to carry her off—that dread-
ful night; but she had never been able
to concentrate the abstract, fleeting
impressions Into comprehensive sub-
stance—never until she had seen that
scar, and glancing away in terror saw
that Langford, too, had seen; but she
was not brave enough to lose herself
and Louise in the crowd where that
man was. She could not. He had
leered at Ixniise, too, last night at sup-
per. They could not ask the protec-
tion of Gordon and Langford back to
the hotel then, when Langford's
handsome, tanned face was white with
the weight of what he had to tell.
"It will be best," he agreed, unex-
pectedly. "Come—we must hurry!"
It was Williston's "little girl" whom
he took under his personal protection,
d!\lng up the street In the teeth of the
gale which blew colder every moment,
with a force arid strength that kept
Mat v half the time off I.-r feet. A
gentler ktiight was Gordon—though
as manly All was lark around t!ie
premise; Then* was no one lurking
near. Everybody was dancing at-
tendance on the court house holocaust.
Gordon felt for his keys.
"How- good It is to get out of the
wind," whispered Louise. This pro-
ceeding smacked so much of the mys-
terious that whispering followed ns a
natural sequence
They stepped within. It was Inky
black.
"Lock the door." said Langford, In
a low voice.
Gordon compiled, surprised, but ask-
ing 110 question, lie knew Ills friend,
and bad faith In Iris judgment. Then
lie lighted a lamp thai stood on his
desk.
Why did you do that*'' asked
Louise, gsavely.
"What*"
"Lock the door."
"I don't know," he answered hon
estly. "I didn't tblnk you would no
tlce the click. Ask Paul."
"l'U explain In a minute," said Lang
' ford. He stepped to the windows and
J drew the blinds closely.
"Now that 1 have you safe," he said,
lightly, "I'll confess I had an old
woman's scare. It came to me that
as long as you are not, strictly speak-
ing, on kind and loving terms with—
every one west of the river—and this
being such an all-round nasty night
anyway, why, I'd Just spirit you home
and give the charged atmosphere a
chance of clearing a little."
Gordon looked at him steadily a
moment. His face did not pale. Yet
he knew that Langford had heard—
or suspected—more than he intended
to tell- then. It was good to see him
shrug his shoulders in unconcern for
the sake of the two white faced girls
who sat there in his stiff office chairs.
"You are an old duffer, Paul," he
said, In pretended annoyance. "You
treat me like a child. 1 won't stand
It always. You'll Bee. Some day I'll
rebel—aud—then "
"Meanwhile, I'll Just trot these
ladles back to the hotel," said Lang-
fonl. "Hut you must promise to keep
your head inside. We're fixtures until
we have that promise."
"What, lock me up and run off with
—all the ladles! I guess not! Why
didn't we round up that way, I'd like
to know? This Isn't Utah, Paul. You
can't have both."
Paul meant for him to lie low, then.
He was also In a hurry to get the girls
away. Kvldently the danger lay here.
There was a tightening of the firm
mouth and an ominous contraction of
the pupils of the eyes. He stirred the
fire, then jammed a huge, knotted
stick Into the sheet-iron stove. It
seemed as If everybody had sheet-Iron
stoves In this country. The log caught
witti a pleasant roar as the draught
sent flames leaping up the chimney.
Put Paul made no movement to go.
Then he, Gordon, had not understood
his friend Maybe the menace was
not here, but outside. If so, he must
contrive to keep his guests interested
here. He would leave the lead to
Paul. Paul knew He went back to
his living room and returned, bringing
two heavy buggy robes.
"You will find my bachelor way of
living very primitive," he said, with
his engaging smile. He arranged th«
robes over two of the chairs and
pushed them close tip to the stove.
"I haven't an easy chair in the house
—prove It by Paul, here. Haven't
time to rock, and can't afford to run
the risk of cultivating slothful habits.
Take these, do," I10 urged, "and re-
move your coats."
"Thank you—you are very kind,"
sattl Louise. "No, I won't take off my
Jacket," a spot of color staining her
cheek when she thought of her gay
kimono. Involuntarily, she felt of her
throat to make sure the mu"!er had
not blown awry. "We shall be going
soon, shan't we, Mr. Langford? If
Mr. Gordon is in any danger, you must
stay with him and let us go alone. It
Is not far."
"Surely," said Mary, with a big sink-
ing of the heart, but meaning what
she said
"Not at all," said Gordon, decidedly.
"It's just his womanish way of boss-
ing me. I'll rebel some day. Just
wait! Hut before you go, I'll make
tea. You must have gotten chilled
through.
He would keep them here a while
and then let them go—with Langford.
The thought made htm feel cheap and
cewardly and sneaking. Far rather
would he step out boldly and take his
chances. Hut if there was to be any
shooting. It must be where Louise—
and Mary, too—was not He believed
Paul, in his zeal, had exaggerated evil
omens, but there was Louise in his
bachelor room—where he had never
thought to see her; there with her
cheeks flushed with the proximity to
the stove his stove—her fair hair
windblown. No breath of evil thing
must assail her that night—that night,
when she had glorified bis lonely habi-
tation —even though he himself must
slink into a corner ilke a cowardly
(To He Continued.)
A Hard Task.
A Chicago man tells of a resident of
that city who bad been unsuccessful
In one venture after another. At last,
however, he made a large sum of
money by means of an Invention In
car wheels; and very soon thereafter
his family, consisting of his wife and
two young daughters, were to be seen
taking their daily outing in a motor
car. One day the three were being
driven rapidly through the park, white
a look of painful self-consciousness
overspread the features of the In-
ventor's wife, as she sat bolt upright,
looking straight before her. "Now,
ma," came in clear tones from one of
tUe daughters, whose keen face was
' alive with enjoyment, "now, 111a. can't
you loll back and not look as If the
water was boiling over?"—YotXh's
Companion.
Dissipated Men of Genius.
There is an unpleasant side light
thrown on the days of W. K. llenley
and Ills youthful followers, by Mr. Kd-
gar .lepson. the novelist He defend*
in the London Academy the memory
of the late Krnest Dowson, who, sink
ing under consumption, found liquor
both anodyne and stimulant. "I'nfor
i tunately, too," adds Mr. Jepson,
i "whisky was a literary fashion, set
by Henley. It was an appalling fash-
ion. which some of the younger men
of letters followed with a kind of fool-
ish schoolboy bravado. I have seen
three of the finest minds 1 have
known drown In whisky."
A Strenuous Task.
"1 i.on't see why you should be ex-
| cused," i-e Jtulg • said to the witness.
"You look well enough" "Hut jest
think of It, yer honor," said the wit-
ness, "I've done stood on this here
' stand an' told the truth fer two hours
on a strc-tou."
Professional Cards.
Lawyers.
B. B. ORGAIN.
W. E. MAYNARD.
ORGAIN A MAYNARD,
Attorneys at Law,
Hustrop, Texas.
Will practice in all the higher and
Inferior courts.
J. P. Ft AVI.Kit. J. P. FOWLER, JR.
FOWLKK & FOWLER,
Attorneys at Law,
Hank Building, Hastrop, Texas.
Will practice in all the higher and
inferior eourts.
PAUL D. PAGE. J. II. MILEY.
PAOK A MILKY,
Attorneys at Law,
Elhard Building, Hastrop, Texas.
Will practice in all the courts. Com-
plete Abstracts of I.F.nd Titles of Has-
trop county. Abstract business solic-
ited.
J. 8. JONLS,
Attorney at Law,
Hastrop, Texas.
Will practice in alt the higher and
Inferior courts.
JACK JENKINS,
Attorney at Law,
Hastrop, Texas.
O lly complete Set of Abstract Books
In the county.
Physicians-Surgeons.
i The Powell Oil Mill Co, |
| will pay the Highest Price J
* in cash, give you Honest *
* Weights, and buy at any $
* time, winter or summer, *
I Your Cotton Seed *
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H. K LUGKETT,
Phyaician and Suree-in.
Htsiiop, Texas.
Ofkick VV. J. Miley's Drug Store,
Phonk Jl.
H. B. COMBS,
physician find 8ureenn,
Hastrop, Texas.
OPIicK C. Erhard >Sc Son's drug Ftore
Kksicknck Kast Bastrop. Phone
W M M. C U N NIN O H A M,
Physician and Hur^ecn
Hastrop, Texas
Residence, South Main Street.
Phone No. '2.
Gamble Lodge, No. 244,
A. F. & A. M
Regular meet- |
ing Fcurth Sat- |
urday night in '
each month.
Visiting tireth- !
ren cordially in- !
vited to attend.
Paul D. Page, W. M.
A. C. Eriiaud, Secretary.
Bastrop Chapter, No. 95,
R. A. M.
Regular m e e tinR
First Saturday night
,n each month,
ViMting Compan-
ion* invited to attend
all regular arid cali-
ed convocations.
J S. JONKH,
M. E H. P.
A. C, EiiiiAitn,
Secretary.
Bastrop Camp, No. 7^,
Regu-
lar me "t
i n ir* un
2nd and
Uh Wed
\ n e . 1 a y
nights in
e a e h
'month.
Visit •
ing S iv-
e r e igns
are most
cordially
i n v ited
, ti attend the rnoetitigsof Hastrop Camp
No. 7 .
A T. MORRIS, C. C.
R. J. WARREN, Clerk.
^CET.^
fjiTx*'?
WE PRINT
SALE BULS
AND PRINT TMCM BIGHT
There's a Way
To defeat ths mall order man's cut* 1
throat methods In this community. '
The way is publicity for your business i
it's the same way he uses. Ous
columns will give your business the
publicity you need.
Printer's Ink
When used on good presses and
neatly displayed type (or your station-
ery is valusLle. We nave every
facility for doing the best oi job
work, at a minimum price.
YOUR DOLLAR
Will com* b«cW to you If you spsnd It st
bane It II to. • forever If you lend II tl
the Mill-Order Hiu«e A (isncs through
•ur sdvertleinf oolumnt will (tvs you tn
Mm where K wUl buy lit* most.
Bagging—Ties
to exchange for the
Seed Ouly.
Buy and Sell
everything for the
Cash Only.
POWELL OIL MILL CO.
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B. D. ORGAIN, PKt:SII>EKT I f<JO. 4093. I T. A. HASLER, VICE-PRB8
CHESTER ERHARD. CASHIER.
First National Bank,
Of Bastrop, Texas.
Capital Stock Paid Up, $50,000.
Authorized $250000.
Drafts drawn on all the principal banks in tha I'nited 8tates In
HtTinuntHof Five Dollarn and upward. Money roceivad on depopit
in Iarire and Hmall amountu, HuUject to check. This Hank ia
fully equipped and prepared and will he faithfnl correspondent
if you entrust any part of your business with it.
lu)" Kree u«*« of our Fire Proof Vault to Customers to store their
valuable papers.
DIKKCTOK8:
I!. P. LUCKKTT, n I). OROAIN, T. A. HASLKR, W. A, MCC0RD,
W. B, RANSOMK, CHK8TER ERHARD, A. C. KKIlARD.
| Avenue Hotel,
Austin,
Texas.
tmr Recently Remodeled and Renovated. New and
beautifully finished office, dininp room and «arnple room.
#oT Rooms single or en suits, with or without private
both. Rates, $L\0O, $2 50 and per day.
D. M. WILSON, Proprietor
Typewriters come and go,
hut the machine that always
stays, always leads, always im-
proves, always outwears, and
always outsells all others is the
Remington
Remington Typewriter Company
lnr,ir|Mjrat*Hj I
N«w York and Everywhere
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listeners Mr. Business Man, ate
you wasting your ammunition 011 the
•mall crowd that would trade with
you anyway, ar do you want to reach
those who ar« not particularly inter-
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make your appeal for trade to the
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audience in your commun-
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be read by them, and they
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