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The Daily News.
DENISON.
SUNDAY MORNING.
f THE MAN FROM SOLANO.
1
He came toward me out of an opera
lobby, between the acts—a figure as re-
markable as any thing in the perform-
ance. His clothes, no two articles of
which were of the same color, had the
appearance of having been purchased
and put on only an hour or two before—
a fact more directly established by the
olothes-dealer’s ticket, which still ad-
hered to his coat collar, giving the
number, size and general dimensions of
that garment somewhat obtrusively to
an uninterested public. His trousers
had a straight line down each leg, as if
• he had been born flat, but had since de-
veloped, and there was another crease
down his back like those figures chil-
dren cut out of folded paper. I may
add that there was no consciousness of
this in his face, which was good na-
tured, and, but for a certain squareness
in the angle of his lower jaw, utterly
uninteresting and commonplace.
“You disremember me,” he said,
briefly, as he extended his hand, “ but
I’m from Solano, in Californy. I met
you there in the spring of ’57. I was
tendin’ sheep, and you was burnin’
charcoal.”
There was not the slightest trace of
any intentional rudeness in the remind-
er. It was simply a statement of fact,
and as such to be accepted.
“ What I hailed ye for was only this,”
he said, after I had shaken hands with
him, “ I saw you a minnit ago standin’
over in yon box—chirpin with a lady—
a young lady, peart and pretty. Might
you be telling me her name?”
I gave him the name of a certain
noted belle of a neighboring < ifcy, who
had lately stirred the hearts of the
metropolis, and who was especially ad-
mired by the brilliant and fascinating
young Dashboard who stood beside me.
The Man from Solano mused for a
moment and then said, “Thet’s so!
thet’s the name! It’s the same gal!”
“ You have met her, then?” I asked,
in surprise.
“ ie-es,” he lesponded, slowly; “I
met her about fower months ago.
She’d bin makin’ a tour of Californy
with some friends, and I first saw her
aboard the cars this side of Reno. She
lost her baggage checks, and 1 found
them on the floor, gave ’em back to
her, and she thanked me. I reckon
now it would be about the square thing
to go in ever thar and sorter recog-
nize her.” He stopped a moment and
looked at us inquiringly.
“My dear sir,” struck in the brilliant
and fascinating Dashboard, “if your
hesitation proceeds from any doubt of
the propriety of your attire, I beg you
to dismiss it from your mind at once.
The tyranny of custom, it is true, com-
pels your friend and myself to dress
peculiarly, but I assure you nothing
could be finer than the way that the
olive green of your coat melts in the
delicate yellow of your cravat, or the
pearl gray of your trousers blends with
the bright blue of your waistcoat, and
lends additional brilliancy to that mas-
sive oroide watch chain which you
wear.”
To my surprise, the Man from Sola-
no did not strike him. He looked at
the ironical Dashboard with grave earn-
estness, and then said quietly:
“Then 1 reckon you wouldn’t mind
showin’ me in thar?”
Dashboard was, I admit, a little stag-
gered at this. But he recovered him-
self, and, bowing ironically, led the
way to the box. I followed him aud
the Man from Solano.
Now, the belle in question happened
to be a gentlewoman—descended
from gentlewomen—aud after Dash-
board’s ironical introduction, in which
the Man from Solano was not spared,
she comprehended the situation instant-
ly. To Dashboard’s surprise she drew
a chair to her side, made the Man from
Solano sit down, quietly turned her
back on Dashboard, and in full view of
the brilliant audience and the focus of
a hundred lorgnettes, entered into con-
versation with him.
Here, for the sake of Romance, 1
should like to say he became animated,
and exhibited some trait of excellence
—some rare wit or solid sense.. But the
fact is, he was dull and stupid to the
last degree. He insisted upon keeping
the con versation upon the subject of the
lost baggage checks, and every bright
attempt of the lady to divert him failed
signally. At last, to every body’s re-
lief, he rose, and, leaning over her
chair, said:
“I ealklate to stop over here some
time, Miss, and you and me bein' sorter
strangers here, maybe when there’s
any show like this goin’ on you’ll let
me—”
Miss X. said somewhat hastily that
the multiplicity of her engagements and
the brief limit of her stay in New York
she feared would, etc., etc. The two
other ladies had their handkerchiefs
over their mouths, and were staring
intently on the stage, when the Man
from Solano continued:
“Then, maybe, Miss, whenever
there is a show goin’ on that you’ll at-
tend, you'll just drop me word to
Marie’s Hotel to this ycr address,” and
he pulled from his pocket a dozen well
worn letters, and taking the bull en-
velope from one, handed it to her with
"°“Suur!ly,fl,,abn5w in the facetious
Dashboard, “Miss X.goes to heChar-
and a man of your evident means, and
the object a worthy one. You will, no
doubt, easily secure an invitation.” .
Miss X. raised her handsome eyes for
a moment to Dashboard. “By all
means,” she said, turning to the Man
from Solano, “and as Mr. Dashboard
is one of the managers and you are a
stranger, he will, of course, send you a
complimentary ticket. I have known
Mr. Dashboard long enough to know
that he is invariably courteous to stran-
gers and a gentleman.” She settled
..lerself in her chair again and fixed her
eyes upon the stage.
The Man from Solano thanked the
Man of New York, and then, after shak-
ing hands with every body in the box,
turned to go. When he had reached
the door he looked back to Miss X. and
said:
“ It was one of the queerest things in
the world, Miss, that my findin’ them
cheeks-”
But the curtain had just then risen on
the garden soene in “ Faust,” and Miss
X. was absorbed. The Man from So-
lano carefully shut the box door and re-
tired. I followed him.
He was silent until ho reached the
lobby, and then he said, as if renewing
a previous conversation, “She is a
mighty peart gal—that’s so. She’s
just my kind, and will make a stayin’
good wife.”
I thought I saw danger ahead for the
Man from Solano, so I hastened to tell
him that she was beset by attentions,
that she could have her pick and choice
of the best of society, and, finally, that
she was, most probably, engaged to
Dashboard.
“That’s so,” he said quietly, with-
out the slightest trace of feeling;” it
would be mighty queer if she wasn’t.
But I reckon I’ll steer down to the ho-
tel. I don’t care much for this yellin’.”
(He was alluding to a cadenza of that
famous cantatrioe, Signora Lutti Batti.)
“What’s the time?”
He pulled out his watch. It was
such a glaring sham, so obviously bo-
gus, that my eyes were fascinated by it.
“ You’re looking at that watch,” he
said: “it’s puny to look at, but she
don’t go worth a cent. And yet her
price was $T25, gold. I gobbled her
up in Chatham Street day before yes-
terday, where they where selling ’em
very cheap at auction.”
“ You have been outrageously swin-
dled,” I said, indignantly. “Watch
and chain are not worth" twenty dol-
ars.”
“Arethey worth fifteen?” he asked
gravely.
“ Possibly.”
“ Then 1 reckon it’s a fair trade.
lre see, I told ’em I wa3 a Californian
from Solano and hadn’t any thing about
me of greenbacks. I had three slugs
With me. Ye remember them slugs ?”
(l did; the “ siug” was a “ token” is-
sued in the early days—a hexagonal
piece of gold a little over twice the size
of a twenty-dollar gold piece—worth
and accepted for fifty dollars.)
“ Well, I handed thorn that and they
handed me the watch. You see them
slugs I had made myself outer brass
filings and iron pyrites, and used to
slap ’em down on the boys for a bluff
in a game of draw poker. You see, not
being reg’lar Gov’ment money, wasn’t
counterfeiting. I recken they cost me,
counting time and anxiety, about $15.
So, if this yer watch is worth that, it’s
about a square game. Ain’t it?”
I began to umiertsand the Man from
Solano, ana said it was. He returned
his watch to his pocket, toyed playfully
with the chain, aud remarked: “ Kind-
er makes a man look fash’nble and
wealthy, don’t it?”
I agreed with him. “But what do
you intend to do here?” I asked.
“ Well, I’ve got a cash capital of
nigh on $700. 1 guess until i get into
reg’lar business i’ll skirmish round
Wall Street, and sorter lay low.” I
was about to give him a few words of
warning, but 1 remembered his watch,
and desisted. We shook hands and
partedH
It was some months before I again
saw the Man from Solano. When I
did, I found that he had actually be-
come a member of the Stock Board,
and had a little office on Broad Street,
where he transacted a fair business.
My remembrance going back to the first
night I met him, I inquired if he had re-
newed his acquaintance with Miss X.
“I heerd that she was in Newport this
summer, and I ran down there fur a
WGGk*^ *
And you talked with her about the
baggage checks?”
“"No,” he said, seriously; “ she gave
me a commission to buy some stocks
for her. You see, I guess them
fashn’ble fellers sorter gottorunnin’
her about me, and so she put our ac-
quaintance on a square business foot-
ing. I tell you she’s a right peart girl.
Did ye hear of the accident that hap-
pened to herP”
I had not.
“ Well, von see, she was out yacht-
ing, and I managed through one of
those fellers to get an invite, too. The
whole thing was got up by a man that
they say is going to marry her. Well,
one afternoon the boom swings round in
a little squall and knocks her overboard.
There was an awful excitement—you’ve
heard about it, may be?”
No! But I saw it all with a Ro-
mancer’s instinct in a flash of poetry!
This poor fellow, debarred through un-
couthness from expressing his affection
for her, had at last found his fitting op-
portunity. He had-
“Thar was an awful row,” he went
on. “ I ran out on the taffrail, and
there a dozen yards away was that
purty creature, that peart girl and—
r
You jumped for her,” I said, hast-
A Husband’s Trial far the Harder sf
His Wife.
Belmont, Allegany County, N. Y.,
Feb. 13.—The conclusion of the trial of
Henry C. Hendryx has not cleared up
the mystery of the death of his wife.
He was accused of shooting her; but
the Jury have failed to agree, and a
new trial has been ordered.
For the past three years, Henry C.
Hendryx has lived ou a farm of three
hundred acres, within sight of the vil-
lage of Cuba. Twelve years ago he
married Cynthia Amsden, daughter of
Isaac Amsden, a well-to-do farmer, who
lived four miles from Cuba. A year
ago last fall, Mrs. Mary Webber, a cous-
in of Hendryx, a young and pretty wid-
ow, of Angelica, took up her residence
in Cuba. She was often at Hendryx’s,
and he frequently called upon her in
Cuba, where she was employed in the
house of a wealthy family. At length
the intamacy of Hendryx and his cousin
became the subject for gossips in the
neighborhood. Early last spring Mrs.
Webber took up her abode on Hen-
dryx’s farm, and Mrs. Hendryx protest-
ed, but ineffectually, against the behav-
ior of her husband and Mrs. Webber.
ily.
“ No!” he said gravely. “I let the
other man do the jumping. 1 sorter
looked on.”
1 stared at him in astonishment.
“ No,” ho went on, seriously. “He
was the man who jumped—that was
just then his ‘put’—his line of business.
You see, if I had waltzed over the side
of that ship, and eavoorted in, and
llummuxed round and finally flopped to
the bottom, that other man would have
jumped nateral like and saved her, and
ez he was going to marry her any way,
•I don’t exactly see where I’d hev been
represented in the transaction. But
don’t you see, ef, after he’d jumped
end hadn’t got her, he’d gone down
himself, I’d hev had the next best
chance, and the advantage of heving
him outer the way. You see, you don’t
understand me—1 don’t think you did
in Californy.”
“ Then he did save her?”
“Of course. Don’t you see she was
all right. If I’d missed her I’d have
chipped in. • Thar warn’t no sfense in
my doing his duty onless he failed.”
Somehow the story got out. The
Man from Solano as a butt became
more popular than ever, and of course
received invitations to burlesque re-
ceptions, and naturally met a great
many people whom otherwise ho would
not have seen. It was observed also
that his $700 was steadily growing, aud
that he seemed to be getting on in his
business. Certain California stocks
which 1 had seen quietly interred in the
old days in the tombs of their fathers,
were magically revived; and as 1 re-
member, as one who had seen a ghost,
To have been shocked as I looked over
the quotations one moi'ning to have
seen the ghostly face of the “ Dead
Beat Beach Mining Co.,” rouged and
plastered, looking out from the columns
of the morning paper. At last a few
began to respect, or suspect, the Man
from Solano. At last, suspicion culmi-
nated with this incident:
H« had long expressed a wish to be-
long to a certain “ fash’n’ble ” club,
and with a view of burlesque bo was
invited to visit the club, where a scries
of ridiculous entertainments were given
him, winding up with a card party. As
J passed the steps of the club-house
In May last, Hendryx had his wife’s
life insured for $2,000, and took out an
accident policy for himself for the same
amount. On July 7, following, at about
1:30 o’clock at night, as the story of
Hendryx goes, he was awakened by a
noise in his room. He was sleeping in
the back part of the bed. He sprang
up, and as he was stepping over his
wife, in front, a shot was fired by some
one in the room. He sprang out of bed,
and fancied that he saw a person in the
room. He hurried to a door opening
into the dining-room, and as he pulled
it open a second shot was fired. This
shot took effect in one of Hendryx’s
legs. He ran back into another bed-
room, into which his wife had gone,
and then he learned that his wife had
been shot in the ln£y. He desired to
go for help, but his wife detained him
for fear that ho might be killed.
No alarm was given until 4 o’clock,
when Hendryx’s little boy' was sent to
tell the neighbors. Hendryx followed
the boy to the road. Near a horseblock
on the roadside he found a wallet that
was in his trousers’ pocket when he
went to bed the night before. Its con-
tents, $10, had been taken. Returning
to the house, he found his pantaloons
in a room adjoining that in which he
had left them.
The neighbors, who hurried to the
house on receipt of the news, searched
in vain for a clew to the murderer. The
windows were all fastened. The ground
under the window in which Hendryx
and his wifo had slept was loose and
soft, but no tracks led to or from it.
No spent balls were discovered in the
room in which the shots were fired. A
revolver belonging to Hendryx was
shown by him. There was blood on
the barrel, and three of its chambers
were empty, lie said that he discharged
the pistol to give the alarm at 4 o’clock
in the morning. auu i>ir i>
Mrs. Hendryx was found by Drs. r(!porter out.
Willard, Young, and Allen to be fatally r
wounded. They extracted a ball from 1
from her wound. It, exactly fitted the
chamber of Hendryx’s revolver. The
wifo died on the 10th of July. The Jury
stood ten for conviction and two for ac-
quittal. _
Flowers they seem to be, yet they are
conscious living organisms, as is proved
by the characteristic habit of one of the
class, who has taken his abode upon
the shell of a hermit crab. However,
the crab is only paying the penalty of
his robber propensity, since the shell
in which he is housed is not of his own
making. So accustomed have these
combative maurauders become to their
living burden that when they see fit to
change from one shell to another that
they nave been known carefully to de-
tach the anemone and transfer him to
the roof of the new domicile—a tender
attention which the recipient repays
by conveying to the crab an additional
supply of food through the agency of
its current producing tentacles.,—Scrib-
ner's for March.
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How an Editor Shot a Bear.
Before a restaurant in Park Row there
hangs a huge black bear, ornamented
with this inscription: “This bear was
shot by Mr. E. A. Buek, editor and pro-
prietor of Wilkes's Spirit of the Times.'1'
“ Yes,” said Mr. Back ta a World
reporter yesterday, “ I made a good
shot that time. That’s a big bear, and
there was a wild look in his eye when I
shot him. It was in the Adirondacks,
and the night before Chris mas. That
was a big bear.”
“ Yes,” said the reporter, “a very big
bear.”
“ Yes, said Mr. Buck, “that’s a big
bear, aud 1 made a good shot that
time.”
“ Yes. But would you give me the
story?”
“ Certainly. I was in a lonely spot
in the forest, and 1 saw a man
coming with that bear after him. I
quickly climbed up an apple aud pick-
ed a tree off the branch and began to
eat it. A moment after the bear came
by, and the man catching sight of me
stopped at the foot of the tree and
growled. I quickly took my pocket
out of my cartridge, and, putting my
pistol in it, made ready to fire, when
the bear, looking imploringly at me,
said ”—
“The bear ‘said’? Who ever heard
of a bear talking?”
“Do you think I would tell a false-
hood?” asked Mr. Buck.
“Never,” said the reporter. “Co
on.”
“ The bear, looking imploringly at
me, said—”
“Yes.”
“ The bear, looking imploringly at
me, said—”
“ I understand,” said the reporter.
“Now, here,” said Mr. Buck; “do
you think I’m falsifying?”
“Undoubt—I beg your pardon—by
no means,” said the reporter.
“Then, that’s where you make your
mistake,” said Mr. Buck; “I am.
When I saw that bear after the man,
the man was drawing him on a sled.
So I took out my pocket-book and shot
him that way. Simplest thing in the
world, you see.”
And Mr. Buck pleasantly bowed the
■New York World.
A few days after I met him on Broad- j early next morning, I overheard tw o oi
way. He was attired in another new j three members talking excitedly.
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suit, but I think I saw a slight improve-
ment iu his general appearance. Only
five distinct colors were visible in his
attire. But this, I . had reason to be-
lieve afterwards, was accidental.
I asked him if he had been to the
ball. He said he had. “That gal—
and a mighty peart gal she was, too—
wa3 there, but she sorter fought shy of
me. I got this new suit to go in, but
those waiters sorter run me into a pri-
vate box, and I didn’t get much chance
to continniew our talk about them
checks. But that young feller, Dash-
board, was mighty perlite. He brought
lots of fellers and young women round
to the box to see me, and he made- up
a party that night to take mo round
Wall Street and in them Stock Boards.
And the next day he called for me and
took me. And I invested about $500
in them stocks—maybe more. You
see, we sorter swopped stocks. You
Know I had ten shares in the Peacock
Copper mine, that you was once secre-
tary of.”
“ But those shares are not worth a
cent. The whole thing exploded ten
years ago.”
“ That’s so, may be—you say so. But
then I didn’t snow any thing more
about Cummunipaw Central, or the
Naphtha Gaslight Company, and so I
thought It was a square game. On'y I, . ,, .
realized on the stocks 1 bought, and 1 -There is a; runor from the coal
kem ud outer Wall Street about $400 j regions which is calculated to alarm
better. You see it was a sorter ri-ik, English miners It is to the effect that
after all far thorn Peacock stocks might the proprietors of the mines have re-
come up!” solved to import cheap labor from
lie cleaned every body out.”
“ Why, he must have raked in nigh on
$40,000 ”
“ Who?” I asked.
“ The Man from Solano.”
As 1 turned away, one of the gentle-
men, a victim, noted for his sporting
propensities, followed me, and laying
his hand on my shoulder, asked:
“Tell me fairly now. What busi-
ness did your friend follow in Califor-
nia?”
“ He was a shepherd.”
“A what?”
“ A shepherd. Tended his Hocks-on
the honey-scented hills of Solano.”
“Well, all I can say is, — your Cal-
ifornia pastorals!” Ntw York Sun.
•» ......
—Henri Rochefort, the radical Re-
publican, is a French nobleman with
two titles. He had the bar sinister in
his escutcheon, but his father, by mar-
rying after the birth of Henri, made
him legitimate under the French law.
The famous jiochefort is accused of
leaving his father in poverty while he
himself wa3 rolling in riches. His ca-
reer will make an interesting biogra-
phy one of these' days. He is now in
Switzefland, but wields a power in
France through his newspaper articles,
published over the signature of X-y.
—One day, at Etretat, Henri Monnier
perceived on the beach an elderly shop-
keeper and his wife, who were taking
their first look at the ocean. “ What
bothers me,” remarked the woman, “is
t he perpetual movement of the sea—
Curiosities of the New York Aquarium, the waves, the tide.” Here Monnier
- 1 came forward, and, assuming the tone
Facing about, the visitor finds him- j.and "bearing of “M. Prudhomme,” he
self at t he portals of an enchanted high-1 volunteered an explanation. “ Mad-
way, a veritable lane in the sea, along ame,” he said, solemnly, “that motion
the sides of which arc filie so-called ta- is produced by the fish, tli it wriggle
bio tanks. On the left are those de-! about a great deal and wai their tails
voted to the smaller fresh water varie-! violently, thus causing the waves,
ties whose forms would be lost in the When they get weary of swimming near
broader domains of the wall tanks,1 the shore, they all retire simultaneous-
while across the lane is a continuation ly, and the sea follows them—hence the
in miniature of tho grand marine scries, tide.”—French Paper.
Keeping to the right, we are halted at ————-------------
the outset to inspect the troop of sea-;
horse!?, to whom, as befits their martial j
be..ring, the right of the line has been 1
assigned. Horse’s heads they surely | p
THE MAKKM
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I looked into his face; it was im-
measurably serene and commonplace.
L began to be a little afraid of the man,
or, rather, of uiy want of judgment of
the man, and, after a few words, wo
shook hands and parted.
China, and have already consulted the
Chinese ambassador on the subject.
That official replied that he woulu un-
dertake tho management of immigra-
tion provided the emigrants were pro-
tected from insult and injury.
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force of contrast, or was it some almost
human decree of fate that made tiiese
two opposite typcs—one of grace and
one of ugliness -companions -in cap-
tivity ?
We next come to a veritable sea-
garden, where anemones of all shades
and sizes grow and blossom. That
they are animals, science no longer
doubts, yet the precinita of a tropical
garden can not rival in the beauty of its
blossoms tho display here given; rich
red, yellow, and purple blossoms in
streaks of deeper hue, delicate petals
j surrounding a mass of soltest velvet.
3.75
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2.75
7 75
6.50
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1.19
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0.50
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PORK—Mcse.................
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KANSAS CITY.
BEEVES—Native Stecre —
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HOGS.......................
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NEW ORLEANS.
FLOUR—Choice Family.....
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COR White..............
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55
OATS—St Louie............
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Denison Daily News. (Denison, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 4, Ed. 1 Sunday, February 25, 1877, newspaper, February 25, 1877; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth721849/m1/2/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Grayson County Frontier Village.