The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 3293, Ed. 1 Tuesday, July 16, 1912 Page: 3 of 4
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LEFT THE ALTAR IN AEROPLANE
g*t GRAHAME WHITE, one of the leading aviators of Great Britain, and
V*Miss Dorothy Taylor, an American girl were .married on June 27 at Wid-
ford Essex England. They took their departure from the church in an
aeroplane.
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Youth Who Nursed Hermit to
Receive $32,000.
ftecluse Gave House, and Hidden
Money to Lad Who (&ult School
When Aged Man Was III to
- Care for Him.
Springfield, Mo.—Although kinsmen
•of James Burge declared, following
the decision against them here in the
contest for $32,000 found in the home
frf the aged recluse, that they would
icarry the suit to the supreme court.
Orris Northrip, the twelve-year-old boy
who gets the money under the judge S
ruling, was happy at the outcome of
the trial. He is the eldest son of a
Frisco employee and he hopes to be
able to assist his parents to live with-
out drudgery.
The Christian county court held
that the gift by the old man of his cot-
tage as a reward to the boy who had
befriended him and nursed him in his
final illness included the contents of
the dwelling, and that the money
which was taken from various hiding
places by brothers and sisters of
Burge rightfully belonged to Northrip.
Ever since the money was found it
lias been in a trust deposit vault of a
local bank.
The friendship between this oddly
assorted pair, Burge, a reputed miser,
cold, friendless and not seeking com-
panionship, and young Northrip, young,
happy and kind-hearted, began four
^ears ago.
Burge had lived alone for 18 years,
deserted by friends and relatives. Or-
ris, nine years old, became his friend
and daily caller at the lonely house.
Burge seemed to appreciate the novel
companionship and would read to Or-
ris for hours\ at a time.
Burge became unable to work about
two years ago, and soon after that he
Was confined to his bed by an acute
attack of dropsy. While he was help-
less Orris called even more frequently
than before.
Three weeks before Burge’s death,
February 28, 1911, Orris quit school
and gave his entire time to his invalid
triend, sleeping at the old man’s lone-
ly home and arising at all hours in the
night to give him medicine and in the
daytime preparing food for the ailing
man.
After his death the house was ran-
sacked and enough gold and currency
found to fill a half-peck measure.
Orris, who had so faithfully cared
for his friend, was kept out of the
home be knew so well, while every
nook and corner that might hide val-
uables was being pried into. In an
opening over a door casing . several
baking powder cans full of gold coins
were found. About $9,000 in gold was
found geneath tho false top of a cen-
ter table; large amounts of currency
were found in an old desk, and some
government bonds were found.
This money was placed in a bank
-'o be held in trust for the heirs.
Find Diamonds In Trout.
New York. — A trout on being
cut open at the Waldorf hotel was
found to have swallowed a platinum
chain three inches long and three
•diamonds.
BALLOON USES CITY’S GAS
Eichstaedt, Germany, Sees Ascension,
but Has to Burn Candles as
a Result.
Berlin,; Germany.—An amusing bal-
loon episode is reported from Eich-
staedt, a town of 8,000 population in
southern Germany, which in ordesr to
witness an ascent allowed the balloon
to be filled from the municipal gas
supply. The ascent was made suc-
cessfully, but when night came the
residents found that the entire con-
tents of the gasometer had gone, into
the bag. Candles and oil lamps fur-
nished all the light in the town that
night. i
MurderedHn “Aberration.”
Rome.—The trial of Baron Vincen-
zo Paterno, a former cavalry lieuten-
ant in the Italian army, was contin-
ued in camera, the public being ex-
cluded.
In answer to the charge that he
strangled, stabbed and then shot Prin-
cess Giulia Trigons di Sant’ Ella, lady
in waiting to Queen Helena, on March
2„ 1911, and afterward attempted to
commit suicide, Paterno declared that
the crime originated from his jeal-
ousy. He, thought she was about to
leave him and give her affections to
another. He testified that he had in-
tended to commit suicide, but in a mo-
ment of aberration unconsciously
killed the princess.
Turks Will Spend $150,000 to Irrigate
Mesopotamia Lands Into Agricul-
tural Paradise.
London, England.—The plans for
turning the desert regions of Mesopo-
tamia into an agricultural paradise are
being pushed by the Turkish govern-
ment in spite of its external troubles.
The irrigation scheme which originat-
ed in the brain of Sir William Will-
cocks will involve the expenditure of
$150,000,000 before it 4s complete. The
dam which is to control the flood wa-
ters of the River Euphrates is under
construction by a British company and
the Turkish government is anxious to
proceed with the initial stages of the
irrigation works.
Success of the plan will enable
enough grain to be grown to affect the
cereal markets of the world. In an-
cient times the whole of the Eu-
phrates delta was irrigated and the
rank growth of grain excited the won-
der of Greek travelers. According to
Herodotus, the land yielded three hun-
dredfold, and there is no doubt that at
the time of the Greek historian's visit
the delta was the chief granary of the
world. If tradation can be relied upon,
its fertility was of even greater an-
tiquity, for it was here that popular
belief located the Garden of Eden. It
is a matter of history, however, that
from the delta wheat, found here in
its wild and uncultivated state, was
taken and gradually transplanted all
over the world.
The land which gave birth to the
world’s staff of life is a barren waste,
threaded with the ruins of the great
WILD LION ROARS
Hunter Declares Beasts Shake
the Ground.
Experience of American Who Kilted
Seventy-One in South Africa—
Slay Their Prey at
Night
New York.—Stewart Edward White,
who brought , home a record of 71
lions killed in South Africa, says that
visitors to the zoo have no idea what
the real roar of that animal sounds
like. He calls “the menagerie row” at
feeding time only a gentle hint of what
a wild lion can achieve in the vocal
line.
“A pack of lions will often deliber-
ately drive game into narrow ravines
or cul-de-sacs where the killers are
waiting,” he says in the American
Magazine. “At such times the man far
vored by the chance of an encamp-
ment within five miles or so can hear
a lion’s roar.
“Otherwise I doubt if he is apt often
to get the full voiced, genuine article.
The peculiar questing cough of early
evening is resonant and deep in vibra-
tion, but it is a call rather than a
roar. No lion is fool enough to make
a noise when he is stalking.
“Afterward, when full fed, individu-
1 als may open up a few times, but only
a few times, in sheer satisfaction, ap-
parently, at being well fed. But when
seven or eight lions roar merely to
see how much noise they can. make—
as when driving game, or trying to
stampede your oxen on a wagon trip
—the effect is something tremendous.
“The very substance of the ground
vibrates; the air shakes. I can only
compare it to the effect of a very
large, deep organ in a very small
church. There is something genuine-
ly awe inspiring about it; and when
the repeated volleys rumble into si-
lence, one, can imagine the veldt
crouched in a rigid terror that shall
endure. ' .. _.
“The only sure thing about a lion
is his originality. He has more ex-
ceptions to his rules than the German
language. Men who have been migh-
ty lion hunters for many years, and
who have brought to their hunting
close observation, can only t-ell you
what a lion may do in certain circum-
stances. Following very broad prin-
ciples, they may even predict what
he is apt to do, but never what he
certainly will do.
“In general; then, the lion frequents
that part of the country where feed
the great game herds. From them he
takes his toll by night, retiring dur-
ing the day into the shallow ravines,
the brush patches or the rocky little
buttes.! I have, however, seen lions
miles from game, slumbering peace-
fully atop an ant hill. Indeed, occa-
sionally a pack of lions like to live
high in the tall grass ridges, where
every hunt will mban for them a four
or five-mile jaunt out and back again.
“He needs water after feeding, and
so rarely gets further than eight or
ten miles from that necessity. He
hunts at night. This is as nearly in-
variable a rule as can be formulated
in regard to lions. Yet once, and
perhaps twice, I saw lionesses stalk-
ing through tali grass as early as 3
o’clock in the afternoon. This eager-
ness may or may not have had to do
with the possession of hungry cubs.
dikes and ditches built with stupen-
dous pains by the Chaldeans. The
ruin of the greatest of ancient irriga-
tion works was accomplished in the
eleventh century by the forebears of
the Turks, who are now seeking their
restoration.
MAN WINS JAIL SENTENCE
Resorts to Extreme Measures to Get
Coveted “Ten Days”—Smiles at
Judge In Return for Term. 1
Davenport, Iowa.—Pleading guilty
to being a “wild man,” as he express-
ed it, Pat Danner, who claims the
record of having been arrested more
times than any other man in Iowa,
received the much-coveted sentence
of ten days in jail. Vagrancy was the
technical charge.
Danner had been presenting himself
in police court every ten days during
the winter and spring asking vagran-
cy sentences. He was refused admis-
sion to the jail at the expiration of
his last sentence.
He went out into the country and
lay down under a tree. When people
passed he made strange sounds and
signs and was rushed to town under
close guard. After he had been sen-
tenced he smiled appreciatively at the
judge.
Hugged the Hired Girl; Divorced.
Anderson, Ind.—Her story of how
she surprised her husband while he
was hugging the hired girl won a di-
vorce for Mrs. Gladys Reason
Serena’s
Summer
Boarder
_ BY "
TEMPLE BAILEY
(Copyright, 19X2, by Associated Literary Press.)
“There’s only one way to do it,”
said Serena.
“But we couldn’t, could we?” asked
little Mrs. Blair, anxiously. “We
have never had any strange people
in our house.”
“One Hoarder isn’t ‘strange peo-
ple,’ ” Betty reminded her, “and I’ll
advertise for some dear old soul with
gray curls, and a lap dog—I should
love the dog, mumsie.” '
Mrs. Blair sighed resignedly.
“You never could take things se-
riously,” she said.
Serena smiled and ran away to get
the lunch. But when she reached
the kitchen her face lost its bright-
ness. “If mother only knew,” she
whispered to the big yellow cat on
the window sill, “If mother only
knew, I haven’t money enough to
pay for the advertisement."
“I want to put an advertisement in
a city paper,” she said to Alvin Green
that night, “and I haven’t any money.
I guess I’ll have to borrow it, and you
can take your pay in eggs.”
“All right,” said Alvin Green. He
was an old friend of the family and
kept the village store.
“Mother doesn’t know Just how
hard up we are,” Serena explained,
“but I told her we’d have to take
some one to live with us, and finally
she agreed.”
The advertisement when written
read as follows:
“Board for single lady in private
family. Big first-floor bedroom open-
ing on a porch. Fresh eggs, clo-
ver honey, brook trout, spring chick-
ens, home cooking. Fireplace, old
mahogany, solid silver, lake view.”
She hand it to Alvin.
“It’s the queerest advertisement I
ever saw,” he said.
“Well,” Serena told him seriously,
“I put that in about the mahogany
and the silver because nice people
like such things.”
A few days later a letter came.
Serena carried it over to Alvin.
“Listen to this,” she cried.
“Your advertisement sounds like
peaches and cream to me,” it said.
“I'm coming on Saturday night.
Don’t let any one else have that
room or the fresh eggs, and I want
to corner that honey—and will you
please have hot biscuits? I’ll pay
twenty-five dollars ; a week. Don’t
try to change my price, because I
shall probably make a lot of trouble,
and I want to bring my dogs.”
“I wonder if it’s Miss or Mrs.,
said Serena, thoughtfully.
Alvin read the note again. “Well,
from the kind of English she uses,
and the way she slings around her
money, I should say she was a gay
widow, and I’ll bet the dogs are bull
pups.”
On Saturday night the big front
bedroom was in readiness. There
were roses in a- silver bowl on the
shining mahogany dresser. There
were fresh white curtains blowing
gently in the soft breeze. A little
fife burned on the hearth. “For she
may be cold,” said Serena, “and the
evenings are cool.”
In the dining room the table was
set with the fine linen and the old
glass and silver that Mrs. Blair had
saved out of the wreck of her for-
tunes.
“She will be here at six,” said
Serena, coming in from the kitchen
where Miranda Meek presided over
the stove. Serena had on a white
linen skirt and thin blouse, and her
red-brown curls were caught up high
on top of her head. “I hope she’ll
be nice and that you will like her.”
A muffled scream from the kitchen
started both of them. Then Miranda
burst in. “They’ve come in an auto-
mobile. A great big red one, and
there’s two dogs on the back seat,
and a man in front, and I don’t see
any woman.”
“It isn’t our boarder.” said Serena,
peeping out. “Probably something
has happened to that poor man’s ma-
chine; we’d better go and see.”
But when she reached the porch
she gave a little gasp of dismay, for,
the young man having descended
from his seat, was taking out bags
and rugs and wraps!
Then he came up the walk to-
ward Serena. “You won’t mind,”
he said, cheerfully, “If I pile these
things on the porch while I get the
rest. I’ve got such a lot of truck,
you know-”
“But your mother—” . stammered
Serena. “When will she be here?”
He stared at her. “My mother”—
then his eyes twinkled. “Oh, you
did say something about board for a
lady. But do you think I was going
to let you waste all this richness on
a woman? Why, that 'brook trout’
took me. Where do they catch
them?”
“Alvin Green catches ours,” said
Serenay stiffly.
“Now, look here,” said the young
man, “I’m afraid I’ve made you feel
badly because I wasn’t my aunt or my
mother or something. But really I
won’t be a bit of trouble. And I’ll try
to make myself as scarce as possible,
and if you don’t like me you’ll like
the dogs.”
He whistled and the impatient col-
lies sprang from the auto.
“Oh, you beauties,” said Serena, and
her eyes sparkled and her cheeks
were pink, and the young man under
his breath said, “You beauty!”
He said the same thing the next
day to Alyin Green, as they cast their
flies into the quiet pools. “I expected
to find a pair of old spinsters, but the
girl is charming.”
“Young man,” said Alvin Green,
solemnly, “You’ve got to remember
that she hasn’t any father to take
care of her, and you’re a rich man-r-
don’t disturb her peace of mind.”
“I guess she’ll disturb mine more
than I will hers,” said Ayers, rue-
fully. “And the worst of it is, that
I’m not free.”
“Married?” asked the old man.
“Engaged,” answered Ayers. “To
a lovely girl—but—oh, a man cant
talk about such things.” %
The next morning there were brook
trout for breakfast, and waffles and
honey and a great dish of red rasp-
berries.
Serena, In a pink lawn, waited on
the table. “I’m glad you like every-
thing,” she said, when Ayers praised
the delicacies, “and I’m glad you are
not an old lady.”
“Why are you glad?” he demanded.
“Because you are much nicer than
an old lady,” said Serena, calmly,
“and your dogs are lovely.”
A week passed, and one morning
Ayers came to Serena. “I’ve got to
go away,” he said, soberly.
“Why?” demanded Serena.
“Because,” his eyes sought the
blue line of the hills, “there are
tbifigs that I must do. But I want
you to take care of the dogs until
I come back, and keep the room for
me—perhaps the Fates will be good
to me, and let me come again.”
“Why—”5 Serena’s little face went
white, “of course you will come
“I can’t tell her,” Ayers said de-
spairingly to Alvin Green that after-
noon as' they went to the train to-
gether, “that I love her so much that
I mustn’t stay. There’s that girl out
west, you know.” *«.»
“Do you love the girl out west*
Alvin demanded.'
“It was a schoolboy and girl^
rangement,” Ayers explained. We
were college mates. And now—we
haven’t a thing in common—but Im
in honor bound.”
Alvin Green held out his hand as
they said good-by. “It’s tough luck,”
his voice shook a little, “but it s
best you should go away—it wouldnt
do to let Serena care.”
But Serena did care—and as the
days lengthened into weeks and no
word, except a perfunctory line or
two enclosing a generous check
for ’the care of the dogs came from
Ayers, she grew " unlike her usual
merry self.
“But the money has been a great
help,” she said to Alvin Green, as the
old man sat with her in the rose gar-
den, “only I’d like to know why he
never came back.”
“It’s like this, dearie,” said Alvin.
“He was in honor bound to another
girl. He didn’t love her, but he was
tied to her, and he began to like you
so well that there was nothing to do
but go away.”
Serena raised a transfigured little
face. “Oh, do you think that—he
cared?”
Alvin nodded. n
“Then I think f can bear it better,
whispered Serena.
Suddenly there came upon the quiet
air the beat of a motor.
Serena sat up. “It’s stopping at our
gate,” slie said, excitedly.
The dogs who had slept at her feet
rushed down with wild yelps of wel-
come. . . |
“Oh,” said Serena, as she fol-
lowed them, “oh. he has come
back.”
Her boarder came toward her, with
outstretched hands. “Say you’re glad
to see me,” he commanded, “and then
I’ll tell you how glad I am to see you. ’
Alvin interrupted him quietly. “I’ve
told her,” he said, “that there’s an-
other girl.”
“But there isn’t.” Ayer’s tone was
rapturous. “She has married—mar-
ried another man—and—I’m free-'
free to try to win you.”
Ancient Roman Custom.
By the customs of our country, if
any person under prosecution for a
capital crime did not appear, an offi-
cer was sent to his door in the morn-
ing to summon him by sound of trum-
pet, and the judges would never pass
sentence before so public a citation.
So tender were our ancestors in any
matter where the life of a citizen was
concerned.—Caius Gracchus about 122
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