The Albany Echo. (Albany, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 33, Ed. 1 Saturday, January 5, 1884 Page: 1 of 4
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OLD SSftUM. VOL.8,
HART, •
ATTORXRT at LAW,
SHACKELFORD COUNTY, TEXAS, SATURDAY, JANUARY 6.
NEW SERIES, VOL-1, NO 33
NOTARY
PUBLIC,
Texas.
W. T.
M. k. t.K row*u, ML n>
BAIRD * POWELL,
PHYSICIANS mid SU&GEONS
Albany, Texas.
■1 tUt net Judre.
District Attorney,
kjurd Monday!
I ami uuty
D.U.
HOUSE,
fuB
Oof
County Judvv.
District & Go. < 'lerk
tiberill & Tax < ollector.
- • Surveyor,
i - County Treasurer.
- Tax Assess *.
. . Inspector
Cnunty Attorney.
J. P., pre't No/l
J. L. Thorp, - - 2
A. C. White, • - * t
J. A. MeAiiiU. - • *
Uerroo Constable *• . "4
Commissioner Precinct No 1
C. U. Philbrick, « " - 2
D A VllWt < 44 V M 4. J
F. E.Coored, - . 4
—The third XLuday
(Irtl and Probate busioess—Tbe third
hi January. Hard). May, July,
" November.
CARL
BAILLUCH,
trvifiir . .
wiaaerV Ccnrt
On the tecum) Monday in February,
C.H. HOPE,
HnfHm
[AT CIJVE*8 OLD 8TAND.]
Precinct No. X>ne. on the last Monday in
th, attbe eotiit house
Preciat No. Two. on the ttrat Monday
at Port (IntBn.
Precinct No. Three, on the second flat*
urday in each month, at the residence of
A*d
Precinct No. Kour,-< u the second Mon-
at Albany
M. K. Chcbch South.—Services on the
•rst and third Sabbath in each month, at
11 a. m. and 7 p. m., N. K. Kalr, P.C.
Baitmt.—Service# the 3d and 4th
baths in each Uiuntli, 8. D. FulTOK.
Pastor.
PasssveeaiAX.—Servioes on the second
and fourth SabUUi «u each month, at 11
a. m. and 7 p. m., S- Eseit. Pastor.
MA0ONIC.
Albany Lodge, No.48*. A. F.and
M meets Saturday night, oo
beforefull moon,
i Sam Srxaju, W. M.
J. A. Me Amis, Sec.
PortFrtOn Lodge. P . 489. A.,*', and
. M , meets ArstSaturday ni«bt after full
W. 8. DAJUSYMJ'LK, W. M.
Uw. VVilhslm, Sen.
K MO UTS OF PYTHIAS, .
^Jsa."ci£i..r"
LH Hux,C. C.
J. A. U emis, Sac.
ICAN LBOION OF IIONOB.
McAnuity Council meet* the second
■ Thursday In each moulb, in
K. of P. 1*11- "• * M. *neeittK,
C'umwnder.
W. W. Sammons. See.
i. o. o. r. ,
No.-a**
R every Wednea-
J. M. BiOOS,
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CHARLEY'S
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aud uudl, arrive 4 II in
9 H la the
Phillip Wilson, Ago*
SMOKING
via II. A T. C. tt
•in ios.m.
- VIRGINIA.
4 to 6 p.
UU88KLL. TUB BARB MR,
Shop WmI Side Public Square
UVkartoy**
Albany, Texas.
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PIANO,
MARIGOLD'S. MISTAKE.
"I ehant marry him," declar-
ed Meg decidedly, while she
twisted ber back hair up in a
tawtiy knot on the top of her
Meg's elder sister and sister-
in law looked decided disappro-
val at their relative's refractory
announcement.
"You know, Meg dear," be
gan Mrs Joe, the eldest broth-
er's wife, but Meg cut her short
in decided tones.
^Yes, I know all you can tell
me, and more too. I know I'm
an old maid"—she was gr-
and I know you are ail too
poor to support me, and too
proud to let me support "myself.
For all that 1 sliant marry Si
mon Marigold, if be is aa rich
as cream and I as poor as Job's
jlurkey. so .there, now," aud
flounced out to weed tbe carrot
bed, while the discomfitted rel
atlves shook their heads more
disapprovingly still, arid made
comments on the obstinacy of
human nature in general and
some folks in particular.
"She's a throwing a^ay her
best chance," declared Mrs. Joe,
moaisfbily.
"Simon Marigold is, a ketch
for anybody," asserted sinter
ma Larkin began to look wor-
ried and to lost* a little faith in
her own predictions.
"Ef it wasn't fur that there
shiftless Doolittle." she sighed,
a-comin' here all the time, an'
a-drummin' on his catarr, she
might take Simon Marigold yet.
* a, • • a
"Well, Eben J"
Mr. Marigold gave one or tw*
b*-oad sweeps with his scythe
among the lush, red closer he
was cutting, thett hung the
glistening blade on a stubby
persimmon tree and turned
with a heated face toward his
cousin.
Eben Doolittle was not heat-
ed. His summer coat looked
cool and light, and his white
handkerchief was heavily scent-
ed with pond lily.
UI s'pose you "Want that mon •
ey," said < Mr. Marigold, and
drawing out his leather pocket-
book, he counted out $100 in
crisp bank bills and handed
tbem to his cousin. "I s'pose
its all settled, Eben," he said
anxiously. j
Eben's placid featnres show-
ed no anxiety, no care what
ever.
"Well, no."
He coolly put the bank bills
in bis pocket before he conde-
Jane. "with that big farm of "scended to explain further
tears still in tbem, Meg said
sbe could and did.
a a * a
"How nice it is." said Mrs.
Joe as she whisked the eggs for
the wedding- cakes. "How nice
that Meg is really going to mar
ry a man of property, after all.
"And a r*ai love match, too,"
chimed Mr. Archibald, with
that simple philosophy which
considers love and romance of
more value than all the dia-
monds of Goloonda or the fa-
bled wealth of *Ormua aud Ind.'
"Wall, I see how it was gwiue
to turn out long ago." put in
Grandma Larkins, Complacent-
ly, turniug the heel of the blue
yarn sock she was knitting. "I
alias said it would come all
right in the end, but I think my
a sending Meg over to the Man
gold pasture to pick blue ber
ries helped it along some."
And perhaps it did. Fate is
not above using blueberries as
a means, nowadays at least.
a storm, and bis garments look
ike a second hand store after a
cyclone. He thinks whiskey
leaven's best gift to man. For
some years past he has been
traveling abroad getting mate
rial for a histary of the world,
t will be sold by the cord. He
ias made a great deal of mon-
ey, and through prudently buy^
ing his liquor at wholesale and
selling it to himself at retail be
las amassed a fortune by Hav-
ing the balance. He is short,
'at ana 60, and he smokes 5-
cent cigars when he can get
seven of them for a quarter.
bis. Such a good provider as
he is. too." ,
"But if she don't love him.
you know," ventured Mrs. A*
chibald, the youngest sister,
who was suspected of being
romantic.
"Fiddlesticks I" declared Mrs.
Joe, emphatically, folks can't
live on lots, and if Meg throws
away such a chance of being
settled oomfortably she'd live
to rue It. That's all I kin say-"
"Now. look here gala!"—
Grandma Larkins came down
from the attic with a bank of
blue dyed yarn, which she pro
ceeded to wiud into a ball.
"Jest let Meg alone, and I'll
promise It will all come out
right In the end. Qals of ber
age often does hev tbem quare
notions, bttf she'll get over tbem
btme by. Tbe gal kind o' fan
cies sbe likes some oge else
better' Simon, but Just lea re
her alone and she'll get ovei it
and settle down with bim on
the Marigold farm as sop
for table as two peas In a pod'
In the meantime Meg was
still at work in the garden, dill
gently pulling the weeds in the
carrot bed, It might have
been Ibat she baA no other time
to weed carrols, and it might
also have been that Eben Doo*
8 little bad rfo otbet way of gel
ting home except by the wel
worn cattle path which led by
jraudma Larkin's kitchen gar
den and srouud by the pasttre
bars. At all events, be soon
sauntering by, and lean
ed on the gate post for a chat. |
"And to ihluk," said Meg to
.•erself, wben be bad saunterwc
oil, with a freshly plucked rose
n his button-hole, "to think of
iy marring SI in OS Marigold."
Alas, poor 81 mon I He was
not pale and Intellectual, with a
developing mustacb and violet-
•yes. He MM scented hi.
handkerchiefs with extra* of
nor wove ball kids,
nor carried s onoe—far from It.
Haaaiiaf s Bird Dog.
Marigold was broad
pnd sunburned
And his eyss, though clear and
honest, wsrs undealsble gray
•*Oh. o,H thought ,Meg,
Washing up to Ike very roots of
her Mssy bangs, "I aoald nev
sr, never marry Mm-"
As the days sped an Oroad
"I haven't asked her yet be-
cause I wanted to get the mon-
ey first. A fellow don't like to
get married without a cent in
his pocket."
You are sure she'll be all
right ?*'
"Oh, of course." Eben was
shouldering the light gun he
carried, getting ready to start
"Of course it'll be all right
She'll drop into my arms like a
rate ripe peach when t ask her "
Mr. Marigold's gray eyes shot
gleam of disapproval at his
uoncbalant couusin.
"Well, Eben, I wouldn't talk
that way about the wotuau
oved," be said gravely. *
would be so proud of her love
would hardly dare to owu it to
myself."
Eben laugbsd, but made no
answer.
"You needn't- mind paying
that money back," added 8ini'
on, as lie took his soy the from
the tree, "If you'll try aud
make Meg happy and comfort-
able ; but dou't—don't expect
me to be at the wedding, Eben,
for I—really I couldn't."
"All right," returned his
cousin, carelessly..
Aud Simon Marigold rstnrned
to- his' mowing, while Eben
ttslked across tile meadow
with his gun lightly strong over
|iis shoulder.
a > i;y • •
"Simon." '
The fluttering grapevine screen
that fell over the fence and low
parsimmon tree was put aside,
and Meg Larkins, blushing
like a June rose, stepped out
The astonished /nower gsxed
ss If petrified.
"Oh, Simon, I beard all—all
yon sold," she exclslmed, with
tears brimming her soft brown
eyes. "Grandma sent me to
pick blueberries,'' she conrlnu-
ed. "and—I wsnt to tsll you
thst I'm not going to rasrry
Eben Doolittle, because I don't
love bim," sad she blushed like
one of the trumpet vine's
let bslls Ihst had dropped on
lbs Emerald turf at her feet
"Meg," Simon came toward
ber with a new light shining In
his honest brown eyes. **Oh,
Meg, do you—eould yoa—love
me T'
And with drooping eyes and
The average amateur gets his
dog talk from books, and says
"To-bo," "Dwwu sir,* Down
charge," "Retrieve," "Hi sir,"
Bring to bag," "To heel, sir,'
etc.. etc. If'we ever forgot our
self and lent oar dog -to any am-
ateur and .he went through this
lingo the dog would come in at
night and try to say "Say, pard
that man you lent me to this
morning, must have been drink
ing, for he called me a lot o'
worse nsmes than, ever you dU
when you licked me for being
tdo fresh and running over two
or three gangs early in the day."
And we wouldn't blame the4
poor dog. We don't hold snv
long conversation with our dog;
it takes his mind away from
business. When we get into a
field we say "Yup" and wave
our band in tbe direction we
want bim to go
When he comes to a point, if
he seems to be nervous we say
"Y-o-o,"Just as we would to a
nervous borse, and if by any ac-
cident we manage to kill a
bird when tbe oovey rises, we
simply say "dead" and that
settlos It. He gets tbe bird and
brings it up to us; sits dow and
One Way la EesasulM.
"Mv dear," said Mrs. Jay
Gould, picking up a new dia-
mond paper-weigh', "this will
never do We must economise."
"Well, shall we give up the
steam yacht f' exclaimed Mr.^p
Gould, lighting a cigar with a
150 bill.
"Oh, no. We cau't spare
that" ^ 1
"How about sealskin sacqoes?
"I have only nineteen now,
and none of them look fit to be ^
seen."
"Why not stop buying dia-
monds!"
"Me*cyl What are you think-
ing ! The doctor says 1 need
exercise, and how can I get ex-
ercise if I don't go shopping V'
"Very true; but as you say,
something must be done. Ah,
I have it 1 I will just order an-
other reduction in wages -
Virginid City Ckronlde.
Partner Wanted.
"James." he began, as he
called the clerk into the private
office, "your conduct is such
that I can no longer retain you
in my employ. You do not
hesitate to lie or cheat, aud you
are drunk at least twice a week.
"All right," responded the
clerk. "I got news yesterday
of a legacy of $75,000, and I
won't go to the poorhouse."
"Seventy-five thousand dol-
lars!"
"To a cent."
"All cash r
"Gash money."
"Then I'll sell you a partner-
"T*" " **y w r_.T" 11shlp interest In the businemj,
•* ""-"vr;
" . " ' * « , Let mc congratulate you! Just
oil again to fresh lipids and . * im
pJu™. tf be mo. o .r 8 * ld p,<,k
. bird .. y«ll "H jr I yoo * tho""dJ
fooll" and be drops down and
remembers thst if he does It
again bs will get a corn-stalk]^ and rain and flies best
bis flank. And so we go down
and the longer In the day he| Ujwn thy chsimlng crest
hunts the less we have to say I UptM thou longest for
to bim, except to luvariably pat
his head and call him a "good
old suooier" every time be
brings in in s bird.
"Hanky's" Way mf
John Swtnton.
I have not seen Nasby in
New York for some months.
There's an odd fellow for you.
He can work harder and stead
ier, both at a demijohn and a
type-writer, than any other
"literary feller" In the country.
Be never travels without both
the srtleles mentioned as his
side compsnlons. His method
is to hire a whole eectlon of a
Pullmnm, * have
drawn and tbe
proceed to business with
the time
When thou shsll be at rest.
Sorrow sits on thy glistening
V
The snow and hall beat down,
And all that fate will give to thee
Is ooldneee for a crown 1
But O, my Baldy, think of tbi",
And drain the bitter cup!
Tbou never, never canst grow
gray.
So, Baldy dear, cheer up.
Jh>ch*ilnr Kxyrcu.
A Mem *
?•¥"
w
An sged colored womsn of
Washington, while at the color-
ed Indignation meeting in that
city recently, was so overcome
by the Methodist sound of In-
tbe curtains I g*rsoH'« voice that she began
tables set tip, J (h« general routine of gymnas-
tics generally used In camp-
the type writer on top of the ta I meeting, vis: Jumping up and
ble and the demijohn under U.L|uwn( droning out s hymn, snd
He takes a drink to s page, and keeping Hms to the tune by the
his eagerness for the Jug makes Lmn, pit a pat of her pedal ex
him' rush off the page at a tysmlilee. Hhe had mistaken
W JMr fall., „ fleaby's ||n genial star route attorney
faae looks like the moon befoie|for m minu,*r of the gospel.
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Robson, G. W. The Albany Echo. (Albany, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 33, Ed. 1 Saturday, January 5, 1884, newspaper, January 5, 1884; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth393619/m1/1/: accessed June 30, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting The Old Jail Art Center.