Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 14, Ed. 1 Friday, November 7, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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FI? AN
JOHN BRECKENRIDGE ELLIS
tv
JLLD5THATIONS BY'
O-IEWIN-MmiS
Fran arrives at Hamilton Gregory's
homa In LJttUbur*, but flmla hint absent
conducting tha choir at a camp mestlng.
■he repairs thither In aearch of hltn.i
laughs during tha aervlce and la aaked tol
iaava Abbott Ashton, superintendent of
•choola escorts Fran from the tent. He
tells Mr Gregory Is a wealthy man.
deeply Interested In charity work, and a
pUlai Of the church. Ashton becomes
■reatlyr Interested In Fran and while tak-
ing leave of her. holds her hand and Is
seen by Sapphire Clinton, sister of Rob-
ert Clinton, chairman of the school board.
Tran tells Gregory she wants a homo
■with him. Grace Nilr, Gregory’s private
secretary, takes a violent dislike to Fran
and advises her to go away at once,
Fran hints at a twenty-year-old eeoru
and Gregory In agitation asks Grace i
leave the room. Fran relates the stoi
of how Gregory married a young girl at
Springfield while attending college and
then disserted her. Fran Is the child of
that marriage. Gregory had married his
present wife three years before the death
of Fran's mother. Vran takes a liking to
Mrs. Gregory. Gregory explains .that
Fran Is the daughter of a very dear friend
who Is dead. Fran agrees to the story.
Mrs. Gregory Insists on her making her
home with them and takes her to her
arms. Fran declares the secretary must
go. Grace begins nagging tactics In an
erfTort to drive Fran from the Gregory
home. Abbott, while taking a Walk alone
at midnight, finds Fran on a bridge tell-
ing he*- fortune by cards. She tells Ab-
bott that she is the famous lion tamer.
Fran rtonpiirctl She tired of circus life
and sou gin a home. Grace decides to ask
Bob Clinton to go to Springfield to Inves-
tigate Fran's story. Fran offers l*r
aerrieee to Gregory as secretary during
the temporary absence of Grace. The lat-
ter. hearing ef Fran's purpose, ret
and interrupts a touching scene bets
father and daughter. Grace tells Gregory
■he Intends to marry Clinton and quit his
•ervioe. He declares that he cannot con-
tinue his work without her. Carried away
by passion, he takes her In his arms.
Fran walks In on them, and declares that
Grace must leave the house at once To
Grjgorr'a consternation he learns of
Clinton's mission to Springfield. Clinton
returns from 8prlngfleld and. at Fran's
;#s him not to dli
o,
(COPYRIGHT
from Hpr l UK uriu BIIU,
rtqueat. Abbott urffts him not to dlacui
what he ha* learned. On Abbott's asati
race will
agrees to ___
imer by the threat of ex-
forced to dismiss
ance the
once. Clinton
Into
leave Gregory al
o keep silent. t)rlv-
a corner by the threat
jpoeure. Gregory Is forced to
Grace. Grace Is offered the Job of book-
keeper In Clinton's grocery store. Greg-
ory’s Infatuation leads him to seek Grace
at the grocery. He And* her alone and
tells her the story of hls past. Oracs
point* out that as he married ths p
points out that as he
apt Mrs. Gregory before
other, he Is not now legal!
mce.
the pres-
deatn of
Fran's mother, he Is not now legally ms
*i*d. They decide to flee at one*. They
attempt to escape during the excitement
of a street fair and sr# forced to enter
the Hon tent to avoid CUnton. Abbott
wanders Into the lion tent to paes the
time A. younr woman wearing a mask
is taking the place of the regular train!
One of the Hons rebel* and tne trainer re-
moves her mask revealing the featurea of
Fran, She Anally overcome* the brute.
Oregdry’s eye* are opened to the real na-
ture or Grace as he sees murder In her
•ye* during Fran’* contest with the Hon.
He tells her all 1* over between them.
CHAPTER XXIlie—Continued.
' Ho mot her oyoo unfalteringly. "Tt'e
Already nine o’clock,” he naid with sin
gular composure. "Don't forget nine-
thirty."
Then he disappeared In the crowd
| Then, to her amazement, she beheld
Hamilton Gregory stumbling toward
her, looking neither to right nor left,
seeing none but her—Hamilton Greg-
ory at a show! Hamilton Gregory
here, of all places, hls eyes wide, hls
head thrown back as If to bare hia
face to her startled gaze.
"Fran!” cried Gregory, thrusting
Torth hts arms to take her hands,
fran! Even now, the bars divide us.
Samson,
■hit oh, I am so glad, ao glad—aad
Ood answered my prayer end eaved
Son, Fran—my daughter!”
CHAPTER XXIV,
Near the Sky,
It was half-past nlns wbsn Abbott
■set Fran, according to appointment.
Before tha Snake Den. From her hands
■he had removed the oolor of Italy,
end from her body, the glittering ral-
L _V — -
serenely: "Down
meat e
Fran
from e
wring
V Donizetti.
up to the young man
crowded street, all qulv-
ment In contrast with
/
w Am
lifting
ths pulsing Ufa that ceaseleealy
changed her face, as from reflections
of dancing Hgnt-polnts, his composure
ehowpd almost grotesque.
"Here I am." aha panted, shooting a
qoiaaioal glance al hia faoe, "are you
ready for met Come on, then, and
IT ahMk fM the very glass for ua."
Abbott inquired
there in the Den?"
"No,” she returned, "not in the Den.
Vou’re no Daulel, if 1 am a Charmer.
No dens for us.”
"Nor lion cages?” inquired Abbott,
still inscrutable; "never again?”
“Never again,” came her response,
Fran stopped before the Ferris
Wheel.
"Liet’s take a ride,” she said, a little
tremulously. "Won't need tickets. Bill,
atop the wheel; I want to go right up.
Thla Is a friend of mine—Mr. Ashton.
And Abbott, this la an older friend
than you—Mr. Bill Smooklns."
Mr. BUI Smooklns was an exceed-
ingly hard-featured man, of no recog-
nizable age. Externally, he was blue
overalls and greaay tar.
Abbott grasped Bill's hand, and in-
quired about business.
“Awful pore, sense Fran lef the
show," was the answer, accompanied
by a grin that threatened to cut the
weather-beaten face wide open.
Fran beamed. "Mr. Smooklns knew
my mother—didn’t you, Bill? He was
awful good to me when 1 ,was a kid
Mr. Smooklns was a Human Nymph In
those days, and he smoked and talked,
he did, right down under the water—
remember. Bill? That was sure-enough
water—oh. he’s a sure-enough Bill, let
me tell you!”
Bill Intimated, as he slowed down
the engine, that the rheumatism he
had acquired under the water, was
sure-enough rheumatism—hence hls
change of occupation. “1 waa strong
enough to be a Human Nymph," he
explained, "but not endurabla Nobody
can’t last many years aa a Human
Nymph.”
Abbott indicated hls companion-
"Here’s one that’ll laat my time.”
The wheel stopped. He and Fran
were barred Into a seat-
“And now,” Fran exclaimed, "it’s all
ups and downs, just like a mbving pic-
ture of life. Why don’t you say some-
thing, Mr. Ashton? But no, you can
keep still—I’m excited to death, and
wouldn’t hear you anyway. I want to
do all the talking—I always do, sfter
I’ve been In the cage. My brain Is
tilled with air—so this Is ths time to
be soaring up Into the aky, Isn’t It!
What la your brain filled with?—bat
never mind. We’ll be Just two bal-
loons—my! aren’t you glad we haven't
any strings on us—suppose some peo-
ple had hold!—I, for one, would be
willing never to go down again. Where
are the clouds?—Wish we could meet
few. See how I’m trembling
ways do, after the lions. Now, Abbott,
I'll leave a small opening for just one
word—”
“I’ll steady you,” said Abbott, brief-
ly, and he took her hand. She did not
appear coAclous of hia protecting
clasp.
'T never see the moon so big." she
went on. breathlessly, "without think-
ing of that night when It rolled along
the pasture as If It wanted to knock
oft the foot-bridge for being where
we oughtn't I never could understand
why you should stay on that bridge
wl h a perfect stranger, when your
duty was to be usher at the camp-meet-
Ing! You weren’t ushering me, you
know, you were holding my hand—1
mean. I was holding your band, as
Miss Sapphlra says I shouldn’t. What
poor helpless man—as I’m holding
you now, I presume! But I laughed In
meeting People ought to go outdoors
to smile, and keep their religion In a
house, I guess. I’m going to tell you
why I laughed, for you’ve never
gueased, and you’ve always been
afraid to ask—"
"Afraid of you, Fran?"
"Awfully, I’m going to show you—
let go, so I can show you. No, I’m In
earnest—you can have me, afterwards
Remember that evangelist?
There he etood, waving hlfe hands—as
I’m doing now—moving hie arms with
hls eyes fastened upon the congrega-
tion—this way—look. Abbott.”
"Fran! As If I wars not already
looking.” ,
Look—just so; not saying a word-
only waving this way and that . ,
And It mads ms thing of our bypno-
tlser—the man that waves people Into
our biggest tent—be seems to pick ’em
up bodily and carry them In hia arms.
Well! And If the people are to be
waved into a church, It won’t lake
much of a breeze to blow them out.
I don’t believe In soul-waving. But
that doesn’t mean that I don’t believe
1n the church—does It?—do you
think?"
“You believe In convictions, Fran.
And since you’ve come Into the church,
you don’t beve to ear that you believe
In It."
"Yee—there’s nothing on the out-
side, end oh, eometlmee there’s so
little, so tittle under the roof—whet
do you thina of me, Abbott?"
"Fran, I think you ere the most—"
"Bat do you I" she Interposed. eUU
unsteadily “In the superlative? I
don’t see how you can, after that exhi-
bition behind the bars. Anyway, I
want you to talk about yourself. What
made you go away from towa? But
that’s not the worst; what made you
stay away? And what were you doing
off there wherever It Was. while poor
little girls were wondering themselves
•lek about you? But wait!—the
wheel’s going down—down—down.
. . . Good thing I have you to hold
to—poor Miss dapphlra. she can’t
come now! Listen at all the street
criers, getting closer, and the whistle
sounds—I wish we had whistles; the
squawky kind See ntf element, Ab-
bott, the air I've breathed ail my Ufa—
the carnival. Here wo are, Just above
the clouds of confetti. . . . Now
we’re riding through . . . pretty
damp, these clouds are, don’t you
think! Those ribbons of electric
lights have been the real world to me.
Abbott—they were home. . , . No,
BUI, we don’t want to get out. Ws In-
tend to ride until you take this wheel
to pieces. And oh, by the way, Bill—
Just stop this wheel, every once in a
while, will you?—when we’re up at the
very tiptop. ,111 right—good-by."
And Abbott called gaily, "Good-by,
Mr. Smooklns!"
“I’m glad you did that, Abbott. You
think you’re somebody, when some-
body else thinks so, too. Now we’re
rising In the world." FTan was so ex-
cited that the could not keep her body
from quivering, in spite of this, she
fastened her eyes upon Abbott to
ask, suddenly: " ‘Most’—what?”
’’Most adorable," Abbott answored,
as If he had been waiting for the
prompting. "Most precious. Most bo-
wltchlngly s.veet. Most unanswerably
and eternally—Fran!"
"And you—” she whispered.
"And I,” he told her, "am nothing
but moat wanting-to-be-loved.”
"It’s so queer,” Fran said, plaintive-
ly. "You know, Abbott, how long
you've fought against me. You know
It, and 1 don’t blame you, not In the
least. There’s nothing about me to
make people. . . . But even now,
how can you think you understand tne,
when 1 don't understand myself?”
“I don’t,” he said, promptly. "I’ve
given up trying to understand you
Since then. I've just loved, That’s
easy."
"What will people think of a super-
intendent of public schools caring for
a show girl, even If she is Fran Non-
pareil. How would It affect your ca-
reer?”
“But you have promised never again
to engage In a show, so you are not a
show-girl.”
What about my mother who lived
and died as a lion-tamer? What will
you do about my life-history? I’d nev-
speak to a man who could feel
ashamed of my mother. What about
my father who has never publicly
acknowledged me? I’d not want to
have anything to do with a man who
who could be proud of him.”
"As to the past, Fran, I have only
this to say: Whatever hardships it
contained, whatever wrongs or wretch-
edness—It evolved you, you, the Fran
of today—the Fran of this living
hour. And It's the Fran of thla living
hour that I want to marry?”
Fran covered her face with her
hands. For a while there waa silence,
then she said:
"Father was there, tonight."
“At the lion-show? Impossible! Mr
Gregory go to a—a—to—a—”
"Yes, it Is possible for him even to
go to a show. But to do him Justice,
he was forced under the tent, he had
Intention of doing anything ao
wicked as that, he only meant to do
some little thing like running away—
But no, I can't speak of him with bit-
terness. now. Abbott, he seems all
changed."
Abbott murmured, as If stupefled:
"Mr. Gregory at a ■howl’*
“Yea, and a lion-show. When It was
over he came to me—be was so ex-
cited—"
So was I,” spoke up the other—
"rather!"
“You didn’t show It. I thought
maybe you wouldn’t care If 1 bad been
eaten-up. ... No, no, listen He
wantod to claim me—he called me
daughter’ right there before tha peo-
ple, but they thought It was just a sort
of—of church name. But hs was won-
derfully mofed. I left the tent with
him, and we had a long talk—1 came
from him to you. I never saw any-
body ao changed."
1912
BOBB5-MEPP1LLCO0
could be supported. All in all. he Is a
changed man.”
“Then will he acknowledge you?—
but no, no . . ."
“You see? He can't, on account of
Mra. Gregory. There's no future ror
him, or for her, except to go on living
aa man and wife—without the secre-
tary. He Imagines It would be a sort
of reparation to present ms to the
world as hls daughter, be thinks It
would give him happiness—but It can’t
be. Grace Nolr has found It all out—1
“Then she will tell!” Abbott ex
claimed. In dismay.
"She would have told but for one
thing. She doesn't dare, and It's
her own account—of course. She has
been terriblye- well, Indiscreet, You
can’t think of what lengths she was
willing to go—not from coldly making
up her mind, but because she lost grip
on herself, from always thinking she
couldn’t So she went away with Bob
Clinton—she’ll marry him, and they'll
go to Chicago, out of Llttleburg his-
tory—poor Bob! Remember the night
he was trying to get religion? I’m
afraid he'll conclude that religion
isn't what he thought It was, living so
close to It from now on."
"All this Interests me greatly, dear,
because It Interests you. Still, It
doesn’t bear upon the main question.”
"Abbott, you don't know why I went
to that show to act. You thought I
was caring for a sick friend. What do
you think of such deceptions?”
"I think I understand. Simon Jef-
ferson told me of a girl falling from a
trapeze; It waa posslbir La Gonizetti'a
daughter. Mra. Jefferson told me that
Mrs. Gregory Is nursing some one.
The same one, I Imagine. And La Go*-
Izettl was a friend of youra, and you
took heT place, so the mother could
stay with the Injured daughter."
"You’re a wonder, yourself!" Fran
declared, dropping her hands to stare
at him. "Yee, that’s It AH these
show-people are friends of mine.
When the mayor was trying to decide
what carnival company they’d have
for the street fair, I told him about
this show, and that's why It's here.
Poor La Gonlzettl needs the money
dreadfully—for they spend It as fast
as It's paid in. The little darling will
have to go to a hospital, and there’a
nothing laid by. The boys all threw
In, but they didn’t have much, them-
selves. Nobody has. Everybody's poor
In this old world—except you and me.
I’ve taken La Donizetti's place In the
cage all day to keep her from loalng
out; and If thla wasn’t the last day,
I don’t know whether I’d have prom-
ised you or not . . . Samson waa
pretty good, but that mask annoyed
him. So you see—but honestly, Ab-
bott, doesn’t all this make you feel just
a wee bit different about me?”
"It makes me want to kiss you,
Fran."
“It makes you”—she gasped—"want
to do—that? Why. Abbott! Nothing
can save you.”
“I'm afraid not," he agreed.
The car was swinging at the highest
reach of the wheel. The engine
stopped.
She opened her eyes very wide. “I’d
think you'd be afraid of such a world-
famous lion-trainer," she declared,
drawing back. "Some have been, I
assure you.”
"I’m not afraid," Abbott declared,
drawing her toward him. He would
have kissed her. but she covered
face with her hands and bent her head
Instinctively.
"Up!" cried Abbott "Up, Samson,
up!”
Fran laughed hilariously, and lifted
her head. She looked at him through
her fingers. Her face was a garden of
blush-roseB. She pretended to roar
but the result was iVt terrifying; then
she obediently held up her mouth.
"After all,” said Fran, speaking
somewhat Indistinctly, “you haven’t
told why you ran away to leave poor
Fran guessing where you'd gone. Do
you know how I love you. Abbott?”
“I think I know."
It was a good while later that Ab-
bott said' “As to why I left Little-
burg: Boh knew of a private school
that has just been incorporated us a
college. A teacher’s needed, one with
Ideas of the new education—the edu-
cation that teaches us how to make
books useful to life, and not life to
books—the education that teaches
happiness as well as words and fig-
ures; just the kind that you didn’t find
at my school, little rebel! Bob wae an
old ebum of the man who owne the
property so he recommended me, and
I went It’s a great chance, a mngnlfl
cent opening. The man was so pleased
with the way I talked—he’s new to ths
business, so that must be hls excuse
—that I am to be the president.”
Fran’s voice came rather faintly—
“Hurrah! But you are to be far. far
above my reach. Just as I prophesied
Don’t you remember what I said to
you during our drive through Sure-
Enough Country?"
"And that Isn’t all,” said Abbott,
looking straight before him, and pre-
tending that he had not beard. “In
that town—Tahlelab, Okla.,—I discov-
ered, out In the suburbs, a cottage—
the dearest little thing—aa dear as
... as Mr. Smooklns; Just big
enough for a girl like Fran. I rented
It at once—of course, It oughn’t to be
standing there Idle—there’s such a
fragrant flower garden—I spent some
time arranging the grounds as I think
you'll like them. I didn't furnish the
cottage, though. Women always like
to select their own carpets and things,
and—"
Fran's face was a dimpled sea of
pink and crimson waves, with starry
lights In her black eyes for signal
lights. "Oh, you king of hearts!” she
exclaimed. “And shall we have a
church wedding, and Just kill 'em?"
Abbott laughed boyishly. "No—you
must remember that your connection
with show-life is at an end.”
"But—and then—and so,” cried
Fran rapturously, “I’m to have a home
after all, with flower gardens and
carpets and things—a sure-enough
home—Abbott, a home with you!
Don't you know. It’s been the dream ol
my life to—to—"
Abbott was Inexpressibly touched.
“Yes, I was just thinking of what I
heard you say, once—to belong to
somebody."
Fran slipped her arms about hls
neck. "And what a somebody! To be-
long to you. And to know that my
home Is our home. . . ."
Abbott, with a sober sense of hls
unworthiness, embraced her silently.
From far below came a sudden
sound, making Its way through the
continuity of the street-uproar. It was
the chugging of the engine.
The wheel began to revolve.
Down they came—down—down—
Fran looked up at the moon. “Good-
by,” she called, gaily. "The world U
good enough for me!”
(THE END.)
••Rut why?
"You see, he thought I was going to
be killed right there before hts eyes,
apd seeing It with hls very own eyes
made him feel responsible. He told
me, afterwards, that when he found
out who It was In the cage, he thought
of mother in a different way—ha saw
how hls desertion had driven her to
earning bar living with showmen, so I
PIRATE
Man Who Wars Shanghaied From
Norfolk, Va., Seek Satisfaction
From Authorities.
OLD 0,1 th*> ■learner Dortmund of the Ham-
burg American line, which was lying
at the docks. Ths young men were
told that the ship was bound for Bos-
ton, They accompanied the agent to
an offloe.
The days of tbs oyster pirates and
old wind Jammers wars recalled when
Walter McGIrth, son of a North Caro-
lina farmer, and Ebert Cocran, son of
a former Pittsburg banker, told how
they bad been changhaled at the point
of a platol and (breed to work their
way as seamen to Hamburg when they
thought that they were going to ship
to Boston, says tbs Philadelphia Times.
Ths Immigration authorities are hand-
ling the case and a deputy United
States marshal, accompanied by the
two men, Is on ths way to Norfolk
to arrest the agent who shipped them.
The two young men met last Nov-
ember In Norfolk, Va. Both were out
of employment and sought work about
the docks They were met, aooordlng
to their ptory, by an alleged orew ship-
ping agent, who offered to book them
They say that they met a Swede on
the way and be consented to go along
The three were asked to sign ship-
ping papers, but ths Swede refused to
sign until hs bad read them. This
angered tha agent, who la alleged to
have drawn a revolver and knocked
the Swede unconscious.
The young men say that they were
given about |3 worth of clothing and
put aboard the ship. Then they
learned that they were bound for Ham-
burg Instead of Boston, but wore
forced to work. When the steamer
reached the other side of the Atlantic
the young men went to Consul Gen-
eral Skinner at Hamburg and
lodged their complaint Mr. Skinner
cent them back to this country to
make their complalat to tho immigra-
tion authorities.
“Don’t Mope"
just because your ap-
petite is poor, the di-
gestion weak and the bowels
constipated. What you need
just now is a short course ol
HOSTETTER’S
STOMACH BITTERS
It tones and strengthens the
“inner man” and helps you
back to perfect health
and happiness. But
be positive you get
“ Hostetler's”
Marks on Life’s Pathway.
Wife—We have been married twelve
years, and not once have I missed bak-
ing you a cake on your birthday.
Have I, dear?
Hubby—No, my pet I can look back
upon those cakes as milestones In my
life.
RUB PAINS FROM
SORE, LAME BUCK
Rub Backache away with smal
trial bottle of old
“St. Jacobs Oil”
Back hurt you? Can't straighten
bp without feeling sudden pains, sharp
achea„ and twinges? Now listen!
That’s lumbago, sciatica or maybe
from a strain, and you’ll get blessed
relief the moment you rub your back
with soothing, penetrating “8L Jacobs
Oil." Nothing else takes out sore-
ness, lameness and stiffness so quick-
ly. It Is perfectly harmless and doesn’t
burn the skin.
Limber upt Don't suffer! Get n
small trial bottle from any store, and
after using It Just once, you’ll forget
that you ever had backache, lumbago
or aclatica, because your back will
never hurt or cause any more misery.
It never disappoints and hat) been reo>
ommended for 60 year*. Adv.
Creating a Trust.
“This muslo is positively stimulat-
ing."
"Yea Particularly the drinking
■ong."—Birmingham Age-Herald.
Raises Another Fine Legal Point.
Another fine technical point forth#
able lawyers to quibble over has been
raised In a New York appellate court,
it Is this: “Is a colt a horse?"
A Natural Inference.
“Johnny, did the whale swallow
Jonah?"
"Yes, ma’am.”
“What makes you think so,
Johnny?”
"That’s the only way the whale
could have carried him, ma'am.”
What He Noticed.
The extent to which the modern
child la educated In matters of hy-
giene appears from a recent episode
In a Boston school:
Tbq class had visited the art mu-
teUID And the teacher wished to learn
what the children bad observed and
how they were Impressed. The sub-
ject at the moment was the exquisite
head of Aphrodite, one of the chief
treasures of the museum. A little boy
who frantically waved hta hand waa
called upon. He announced triumph-
antly:
"I noticed she had adenoids I"
"Why, Peter,” enclalmed tho
shocked teacher, "what do you mean?*
"She keeps her mouth open all the
time,” was the reply.—Youth's Cons
p anion.
SPEAKS FOR ITSELF
Experience of a Southern Man.
"Please allow me to thank the origi-
nator of Postum, which In my caaat
■peaks for Itself,” write* a Fla. man.
"I formerly drank so much coffee
that my nervous system was almost a
wreck.” (Tea Is Just as Injurious be-
lause It contains caffeine, tb* drug
found In coffee.) "My physician told
me to quit drinking It but I bad to
have something, so I tried Postum.
“To my great surprise I saw quite
a change In my nerve* In about IS
days. That was a year ago and now
my nerves ere steady and I don’t have
those bilious sick headaches which I
regularly bad while drinking coffee
"Postum seems to have body-build-
ing properties and leavsa tb* head
clear. And 1 do not have the bed
teate la my mouth when I get up morn-
ings. When Postum Is boiled good
end strong. It Is far better In taste
than coffee. My advice to coffee drink-
era la to try Postum and be con-
vinced."
Name given by Postum Co* Battle
Creek, Mloh. Writ* for copy of the
little book, "The Road to Wellvtlle."
Postum oornes In two forms:
Regular Postum—must be well
boiled.
Instant Postum Is e soluble powder
A teaspoonful dissolves quickly In •
cup of hot water and, with cream and
sugar, makes a delicious beverage
Instantly. Grocers eell both kinds.
"There’s a reason" for Poe turn. >
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Risien, John T. Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 14, Ed. 1 Friday, November 7, 1913, newspaper, November 7, 1913; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth556191/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Carrollton Public Library.