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THE DEMOCRAT-VOICE, COLEMAN, TEXAS, THURSDAY, JANUARY 15, 1931.
Page five
Maybe the necessity of finding
safety for the pedestrian was the
mother of this invention. Anyway.
Paul Chicago, who got up the idea
for these water shoes, is pretty sure
not to be bumped in busy city traf-
fic. The young inventor, who adopt-
ted the name of Chicago when he
came to the United States from Rus-
sia recently, is shown trying out the
shoes in the Chicago river.
r
Freckles Finds—
(Continued from page 4—Sec. 2)
second time they battled for his life.
He was in terrible agony, and it re-
quired two and three to hold him on
the bed, save when he was under the
influence of opiates. All through the
nights he tossed, while his semi-
conscious mind was tortured con-
stantly by snatches of bird song,
the snapping of hickory bark on
camp-fires, the friendly rattle of
dishes in cook-tents, the rustle of
wings, the whispering of soft winds
through the trees, and all the time
the Angel ran before him, just out
of reach—beckoning—beckoning—
It was against the Doctor’s orders
for Freckles to have any mail, but
one day the Angel’s letter came. Bar-
low knew the writing, and during a
lucid interval while they were alone,
he read it aloud. Freckles’ tortured
face relaxed, and he was perfectly
quiet,, as he listened to the famil-
' iar1 phrases1 of' the Angc-I.
Dearest Limberlost Guard:
Here is my only big news. I have
a Mother at last? Isn’t it wonderful?
Dad and the Bird Woman were mar-
ried today: she is a perfect treasure,
and I’ve always loved her; I know all
of us are going to be “happy forever
after.” The music room looked like
a section of the Limberlost moved in
to Main Street. I wanted her to be
marriyd among the flowers of her
loved Swamp, so there wasn’t a tame
thing in the house—not even me—
It is a joy to have someone to call
“Mother;” I don’t remember my own gjofc boy would be wanting him to
Mother at all. but I'm sure she would read jt again.
Taking a Hike on Water
THE MAMMOTH INCUBATOR
AT WILSON’S GRAIN CO'S
HATCHERY WILL OPEN TUES-
DAY, JANUARY 27. 3X.
Columnar books and pads for the
office, at the Democrat-Voice office.
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approve of me being under the care
of the Bird Woman, and I don’t
think she would want Dad to go on
living such a drab, lonely life. They
have gone off on a short trip to the
Northern Lakes; I’ll miss them; but
111 help some in the Bank and play
•ome tennis. Then I'm having all ly they had t0 iet him in again.
the flowers moved out of that low , _____ , ..... ______
orchard, so that
Kathleen seated herself on a low
stool beside the bed, and took
Freckles' hand in hers. Chum was
lying across the foot of the bed; he
had scarcey left the room since his
master’s illness; if they put him out
he barked and whined so incessant-
spot below the orchard, so
Mother can have a marvejqus wild
flower garden there.
Speaking of the orchard, reminds
me; I found that the rol%s ip the
Maidenblush apple tree hptfe hatch-
ed their second brood of babies. Fat
bunchy Mrs. Robin was busy pluck-
ing the casings off the babies’ pin-
feathers—they were looking quite
dressed up. As I passed, she chirp-
ed to me, "How is Freckles?’J| I told
her all the big things you
ing to do hadn’t material!
but that I was sure they would soon.
They will, won't they?
Your room in the Limberlost is
lovelier than ever; McLean makes not be
the lumbermen stay away from it,
and allows no one in the Swamp but
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Wire
ili&d
“You are better today, aren't you.
Terence?" Kathleen leaned over, and
with the other hand stroked Freck-
les’ cheek; his head was a mass of
bandages. Freckles was impatient
under her touch, and turned his
head without answering.
Aunt Ellen came in, looking wan
and pale. "If we could.' only do
something—this waiting is becoming
unendurable.”
At the sound of her voice, Freck-
;re go-
yet.
he attempted
to sense the
les' eyes opened, and
a smile. He ’ seemed
fact that at heart she was on his
side; he felt a large sympathy for
her; living with Uncle Maxwell could
not be easy. He pulled his hand
away from Kathleen and held it out
to Aunt Ellen. “Sorry I'm being'
Mother and me. Your big black such a nuisance," he whispered.
vultures still hank high in the sky;
sometimes they fly low and drop a
feather to me for good luck. I have' tcrvals; mostly he lay witli his eyes
■bne stuck in the side of my field; closed, and it was difficult to tell
hat; it perches there rather defiant-' whether he was sleeping, or merely
jv ! pretending because he wanted to be
let alone. But his pulse was steady,
and he had no fever.
“Most peculiar—most peculiar,”
said the brusk, kindly Doctor. “He
is very young to be so indifferent—
doesn't seem to care whether he lives
or dies—makes it extremely diffi-
Now I must stop and start mov-
ing the Swamp out of the music
room; I’m planting all of the flow-
ers outside, and I'm sure most of
them will grow. I’m hoping for a
letter with great news soon.
As always, my best love to you.
Swamp Angel—but I don’t look cult—extremely.
a speck like an Angel this sum-
mer—I’ve been out a lot, and I'm
all "browned up.”
Kathleen, who was almost con-
stantly in the room, came in just as
Barlow was finishing, and she dis-
cerned the effect of the letter. She
had tried to take possession of
Freckles, and she hovered over him
constantly. Barlow disliked her
more and more; he could see that
his master was more at ease when
she was out of the room.
"Barlow, why did you read Mr.
Terence that letter? You know that
he is not to be bothered with mail.”
Kathleen was provoked; Barlow
knew what she said was true, but
he thought the letter would do
Freckles good, and it had.
“He asked me if there was any
mail from America, Miss, and when
I told him there was, he asked me
to read it to him.” And may the
Lord forgive me for that lie, he add-
ed under his breath.
"Well, see that it doesn't happen
again. We want the doctor's orders
obeyed implicitly.”
“Yes. Miss," but he put the prec-
Kidney Acids
Break Sleep
lous letter in his pocket; the poor just go out and float on a pool in the
Limberlast, the picture would be
complete! You other girls may as
well choose your seats against the
wall now—line forms on the left!
"Oh, Lolly, do be quiet—I'll get
my coat and join you in a jiff—”
■Well, don’t be a week!"
"You know I'm always on time,”
she kissed her Dad and Mother, who
had followed her out on the porch.
“Take good care of her, Dick, and
come home early.”
The irrepressible Lolly burst forth
again, “Yes, she’ll be home early,
but not in time to see you put the
cat out.” They went back in the
house, and as he lighted his pipe,
the Angel's Dad asked, “Has she said
anything to you about Freckles late-
ly?” ’
“Not since the day she talked to
both of us—has she said anything to
you?”
He shook his head. “How does she
seem?”
“Sometimes all right—sometimes
not herself—listless, disinterested,
and a trifle pale.' I believe she is
worried." •
“She seems In good spirits to-
night.”
“Pride, my dear. Pride will do any-
thing for a woman."
“Has she answered the letter?"
“I don't know—I have not asked.
I hesitate to broach the subject un-
til I can offer some helpful advice.
I confess Tm baffled."
“He would come if she sent for
him—any man would—I know that."
"Certainly, and she knows it, too.
But she is to proud to send for him.
The -understanding was that he was
i to come for her when his education
was finished. I won t advise her to
send for him—I’m surd I wouldn’t do
it myself.”
“You women are too darned fussy
about trifles."
"It isn't a ‘trifle’ to her—it's quite
an important crisis in her life—I'd
like to shake Freckles. You men are
always leaving the important deci-
sions to us."
"Maybe that’s because we think
you. know what we want better than
we know ourselves.”
“We may not know what you
want but we know what's good for
you.”
“ Practically one and the same
thing, my dear,” and the Angel’s Dad
smiled knowingly.
“Oh. I’m not so sure—but I must
say you stand up well under pun-
ishment”
tie sne was au auancu u,i uu “That’s because I want whatever
sorry for Freckles, and had begun to you say is good for me."
"Teke a nap—you look tired.
But he would only talk at rare in-
One evening, as the Angel dressed
for a party, she thought of Freck
les and his unanswered letter. By
this time he must have gotten the
cne she wrote on the day her Dad
was married. She thought, and
thought, and the more she thought
the more ridiculous the whole sit-
uation became. She had thrashed
out all the circumstances with him
once—his birth—his family —his
education—his work — his missing
hand. Why should she go through
It all again? What was the matter
with him? Had lie no faith in her?
Of what stuff did he think she wns
made? He should know she would
not change; despite her love, her
pride was hurt.
By the time she heard Dick's whis-
tle she was all washed up on being
home, they strolled over In the cor-
ner of the yard where there were
three huge trees, and under them
rugs, comfy chairs, settees, cush-
ions, a hammock, flowers along the
stone fence, moonlight filtering
through the trees—the stage was
perfectly set. When Dick proposed,
the Angel accepted him. Freckles’
letter remained unanswered.
TO BE CONTINUED
Majority of Texas
Legislators Have
University Records
Austin, Texas, Jan. 15 (AP)—With
the 42 session of the Texas legisla-
ture, thirty-three per cent of its
membership meet again as ex-stud-
ents of the University of Texas.
Lawyers are in the majority, away
in the lead of other professions send-
ing members to the legislature.
Eighteen members hold degrees
at the University. Thirty-one were
at one time students at the Univer-
sity.
Members holding degrees from the
University are Clint Small, Wel-
lington; R. M. Hubbard; New Bost-
on; M. S. Munson; Wharton; F. H.
Minor; Denton; C. McCombs; Dal-
las; F. W. Martin; Goliad; W. E.
Pope; Corpus Christ!; F. G. Bedford;
Galveston; J. C. Duvall; Fort Worth;
T. G. Pollard; Tyler; T. J. Holbrook;
Galveston; Grady Woodruff: Deca-
tur; J. P. Harrison; El Paso; F. T.
West; Jonesboro; S. B. Farrar; Wax-
ahachie; A. G. Walker;.Vernon, and
R. M, Wagstaff, Abilene.
Among those who have attended
the University are W. A. William-
son; San Antonio; Reno Eichen-
roght; Seguin', Philip Sanders;
Nacogdoches; Hugh Jones, Center;
J. R. McDougald, Beaumont; E. T.
Murphy, Livingston; R. M. Smith,
Quitman; J. O. Johnson, Omaha; R.
W. Holder, Lancaster; T. C. Fergu-
son, Burnet; A. P. C. Petsch, Fred-
ericksburgh; G. M. Burns, Hunts-
ville; V. R. Cousins, Beaumont, H.
S. Caven, Marshall; A. K. Daniel,
Crockett; M. H. Dowell, Luling; E.
M. Davis, Brownwood; W. E. Thoma-
son. Nacogdoches; Nat Patton,
Crockett; J. P. Greer, Kemp; W. N.
Martin, Hillsboro; W. F. Woodui,
Houston; Lawrence Westbrook, Wa-
co^. H. Patterson. Fort Worth; V.
B. Gilbert. Cisco; A. M. Housely, Al-
bany: A. C. Johnson, Daihart; J. O.
Smith, Elgin; V. B. Lemens, Rain-
Noticc for Bids for County
Depository.
Notice is hereby given that on the
9th day of February, 1931, the Com-
missioners Court of Coleman county
will receive sealed proposal# from
any banking corporation, associa-
tion, or individual banker, in Cole-
man county that may desire to be se-
lected as the depository of the funds
of said county.
A. O. NEWMAN. County Judge.
3-5x. Coleman County, Texas.
Automobile joans, new and refi-
nanced. Phone 342. R. E. L Ztmmer-
man. 2tf*.
bow; and T. E. O'Quinn, Beaumont.
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Maided FrUHUt"i5n“ m acjdxondi-
tlons, makes you feel tired depresfled
the system in 15 minutes. Praised y
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BOnly 60c at Coulson's Dru# Stores.
feel sorry for herself. That was a
dangerous stage.
As she stood framed in the light of
the open doorway, Dick caught his
breath; never had she looked so
lovely. Site was Wearing drapes and
folds and layers of pale green chif-
fon, a creation her Mother had
brought her, aa she laughingly ex-
pressed it, “as a reward of merit for
keeping house, and running the
Bank while her parents were on
their wedding trip.”
“Don’t I look like Mrs. Astor—any-
one bring my plush horse?" she de-
manded, as she piroutted before
them. “Hello, Dickie, why so sol-
emn?"
Dick, recovering from his momen-
tary lapse, smiled. “Hello—not sol-
emn-just momentarily lost in ad-
miration—you look like a water-lily,
all yellpw and white and green!”
“Yellow hair; white face; grecii
dress; what an eye the boy has for
color,” Lolly chimed in. "If you'd
This Great Healing Oil Best
for Pimples and Skin Troubles
Make up your mind today that you
are going to give your skin a real
chance to get well. 1 • ”
You’ve probably been, like a lot
of other people, convinced that the
only thing to use was an ointment
or salve (some, of them are very
good) but in the big majority of
cases these sticky salves simply clog
the pores and the condition primar-
ily remains the same.
Go to Bowen's Drug Store or any
other good druggist today and get
an original bottle of Moone’s Emer-
ald Oil—an 85 cent bottle lasts 2
weeks.
„<The very first application will give
you relief and a few short treat-
ments will thoroughly convince you
that by sticking faithfully to it for
a short while your skin troubles will
be a thing of the past.
Remember that Moone’s Emerald
Oil is a clean, powerful, penetrating
Antiseptic Oil that does not stain or
leave a greasy ’ residue and that it
must give complete satisfaction or
your money cheerfully refunded.
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“This may be enlightening and en-
tertaining conversation for us, but it
Isn’t helping the children. What can
we do to make them both happy?
It’s a large order.”
“The Angel is pretty young, but
she is also pretty self-sufficient. I’m
willing to gamble she'll settle her
own dificulties in her own way,"
and her Dad puffed contentedly.
“I agree, but it does seem as if our
years of varied experience ought to
count for something.”
"Let’s sleep on it, and sec what the
morning brings forth. You might
have one of your well-known
‘hunches’ by that time,” and the
Angel's Dad wound his father's old
Seth Thomas clock, and put out his
cat. p T
At the dance, the Angel and her
friends were having a marvelous
time. Dick was entranced, never
had he seen the Angel so beauti-
ful or so' adorable; He was particu-
larly attentive, scarcely allowing her
out of his sight.
The Angel was watching Dick as
she never had watched him, before:
.never had he. seemed sp satisfying;
handsome; nice manners; dressed in
good taste. Well, why not be nice
to him—he was a peach, and she
was terribly lonely and blue.
“Oh, Gee, what a crush our Rich-
ard has—looks like a dying calf,"
and Lolly sighed and stared olf in-
to space.
“Yes. he does make it rather ap-
parent."
"Apparent; he tells the world every
time lie looks at her.”
"Let's have (mother round of this
painless punch, and go home—a
small dose of moonlight and roses,
and Dickie will be sunk." Dolly was
right.
When Diet and the Angel reached
A MAN
WORTH KNOWING
Next time you need gasoline or motor oil, or air for
your tires, drive in to the nearest Humble service
station. There you will be welcomed by a man who
sincerely desires to help you get the fullest enjoyment
and satisfaction out of motoring. Whether you want
one gallon of gasoline or twenty, one quart of oil or
eight, or merely air in your tires or water for your
radiator or battery, he will attend to your needs
promptly, efficiently, and courteously.
He may, in addition, wipe off your windshield
and headlights with a clean cloth, give you any road
information you may want—together with a handy
map-offer you the convenience of a comfortable rest
room, or extend to you other little hospitalities that
may lie within his power.
For his is the spirit of service that is found
throughout the Humble organization-"a spirit of
old-fashioned helpfulness, friendliness, and courtesy
that takes pride in making your stop at an Humble
station a pleasant experience.
HUM
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GASOLINE
& MOTOR OILS
HUMBLE OIL & REFINING COMPANY
The Following Stations Serve Humble Products in Coleman County.
No. 149, Tom Matson, Operator. Santa Anna
Highway (at Bulk Station).
No. 214, Louie Miller, Operator, 515 Commercial
Ave.
No. 1141, Wiley Gillespie, Operator, (at Stand-
ard Battery Co.)
COLEMAN STATIONS
No. 1364. J. B. Cason. Operator, Burkett High-
way.
No. 1524, H. H. Brown, Operator. Needham
Highway and Concho St.
No. 1661, Louie Miller, Operator—under
struction at Witt Motor Co.
con-
ROCKWOOI) STATION
No. 1181, E. H. Woods, Operator, Main Street.
VALERA STATION
No. 1308. Clyde Crenshaw, Operator, Main
Street.
BURKETT STATIONS
No. 1275, John Tabor, Operator, Main Street.
■»
No. 1314, L. E. Mountain and H. L. Strain,
Operators, Main Street.
SANTA ANNA STATIONS
No. 227. Walker Richardson, Operator, East
Main Street.
No. 228,1. 0. Shield, Operator, West Main St.
No. 1523. G. O. Welch. Operator, Santa Anna
and Trickham Highway.
C. G. MADDOX, Wholesale Agent
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Williamson, J. T. Coleman Democrat-Voice (Coleman, Tex.), Vol. 50, No. 3, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 15, 1931, newspaper, January 15, 1931; Coleman, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth747573/m1/11/: accessed August 15, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Coleman Public Library.