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* THE" CAMP AS AS LEADER
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Ob Cynthia!
By NORMit KNIGHT
Copyright by the Bobbs-Merrtll Co.
WNU Servlc*
SYNOPSIS OF THE PRECEDING CHAPTERS
Business taking him to Denver, Geoffrey Ensloe, young chemical engineer, takes up his residence with his mother’s
girlhood friends, Captain Cary; "Miss Nona” Aylesbury, the captain’s widowed daughter; Cary, thoughtless though lik-
able youngster; little Tenny Montague, motherless, who lives with the Carys—and Cynthia. Cynthia puzzles him. She is,
apparently against the wishes of her family, running a “gift shop,” and astonishes Geoff by the suggestion that he pay
board money, to her, unknown to her mother. He agrees, though much mystified. Geoff becomes prejudiced against
the gii.' for her seeming penuriousr.ess. A visit to the "Odds and Ends,” Cynthia’s shop, makes him dubious as to the
financial status of the Aylesbury family. Cynthia contracts a severe cold, and is ordered to the hospital. Doctor Big-
ham, in attendance, tells Geoff Cynthia wants him to take charge of household affairs in her absence. Wonderingly,
he promises her to do so. Then, from the doctor, he learns that though the house is theirs, the Aylesburys have no in-
come except from the “Odds and Ends.” Incidentally he learns that Cary is paying his divorced wife (or Cynthia is
paving, for him) $50 a month alimony. Being out of a job, and Cynthia unable to assist him, Cary borrows $100 from
Geoff. The alimony must be paid! In the hospital Cynthia receives a letter from an old suitor, Benjamin Sutton, wealthy
New York widower, telling her of his intention to visit Denver. She invites him to be the guest of the family.
Cynthia returns from the hospital, and Geoff, who has bitterly condemned himself for his misjudgment of her char-
acter, realises he loves her. He learns, with some apprehension of Sutton's approaching visit, but Cary’s announcement
that he has married again and plans to bring his bride to the Aylesbury home seems to make other things of small
moment.
CHAPTER IX—Continued
The evening before Sutton arrived,
Geoff and Cynthia found themselves
alone in the parlor.
“Geoff.” said Cynthia sweetly, “1
want to speak to you about Mr. Sut-
ton’s being here. I’d like to have the
meals extra nice. The only way 1
.see is to draw a little more money
from the shop while he is here—”
“No.” Geoff shook his head. “This
house is going to keep within its usual
limits while I’m running it. Sutton?
That’s easy. I’ll charge him board
while he is here.”
“You’ll do no such thing! He’s my
guest!”
“I was your mother’s guest, but you
■charged me board.”
“That’s different, and you know it!
You are here for a year—”
“A year or a week, it’s all one,”
<5eoff declared firmly. “You needn’t
bother about it, Cynthia,” he soothed
her. “You won’t figure in it at all.
I’ll just draw your friend aside and
say: ‘Look here, old man, I know
your self-respect demands that you
make a financial recompense for all
the kindness which is being showered
on you in this house. I think the rate
of sixty dollars a month will be
Tight.”
“I hate you,” Cynthia remarked
calmly. “I’ve known all along that 1
disliked you,- but it’s only tonight I
realize what positive hatred I feel
toward you. Yoifire quite capable of
saying just those words to Mr. Sut-
ton.”
“You’re darn’ right I am,” he as-
sured her. “Who is this Sutton that
his sensitive ears must not be af-
fronted by talk of money?”
“Very well!” She turned on her
heel. “Ask him to pay board! I’m
sure he’ll be entertained at the spec-
tacle of a husky six-footer concerning
himself with chuck roasts and the
price of nut butter. It’s even aroused
my—er—admiration.”
That stung, as she meant it to do,
but he kept his bland smile.
“Now that that’s settled, shall we
talk of something else? Baby, for ex-
ample. Do you know, Cynthia, I be-
gin to believe Cary hasn’t done so
badly for himself after all. A cling-
ing vine sometimes holds up what it
encircles.”
She swallowed. “Geoff, I’ve meant
to ask you—how did Cary get the
money to pay his alimony? There’s no
record of fifty dollars being taken
out of the shop—”
He hunted frantically for a plaus-
ible explanation; began several, fal-
tered . under her clear gaze and stopped.
“You paid it!” She swallowed
-again rapidly, blinked, then came close
to him and shook his arm frantically.
“Do you wonder I hate you?” she de-
manded, and ran from the room.
Geoff kicked a log in the fireplace.
“If there’s anything on earth that’s
harder to understand than a girl. . . !
And tomorrow comes our gallant
easterner, all dressed up in his court-
ing clothes. Anyway,” said Geoff sav-
agely, “I’m going to charge him board
If it’s the last thing I do in this life!”
He carried out his intention. Under
Cynthia’s scornful eyes he led the
bewildered guest into the library after
“You’re Quite Capable of Saying
Just Those Words to Mr. Sutton.”
’dinner on his very first night in Den-
ver. When the two men reappeared,
Ben Sutton looked dazed and embar-
rassed but Geoff wore a look of smug
complacency.
Cynthia made no protest, gave no
crpianation. No calamity, she told
herself, could affect her now. Let
Alen Sutton go right on and learn all
there was to know about her family,
boarders and all. . Let him discover
that the wide-eyed, trashy-loolcing lit-
tle thing whom Cary called “Baby”
was his second wife. Let him find out
that the Captain’s boasting about his
royalties was a piece of childish non-
sense, That Geoff—
“Whatever he discovers to Geoff’s
d’.fia'Ivantage is so much to the good,”
thought viciously.
She hated Geoff. Heavens, how she
ftated him! Only . . . she wished
tea wasn’t so much taller than Ben, so
clean-cut and likable-locking, so hor-
ribly competent about the budget, so
charming to Miss Nona, so patient
with the Captain.
On his part, Geoff was very busy
resenting Ben Sutton. The follow
was altogether too handsome for com
fort.. This attractive-looking person
was a menace, especially when one
considered he had pots of money.
The atmosphere of the house
changed with his coming. Cynthia let
it. be known to her friends that she
would regard favorably any party in-
vitations which came her way. As a
result the guest from New York was
entertained lavishly. It gave Geoff a
twinge of heart every time he came
home to find Cynthia starting out in
gala array to attend a dinner with a
dance to follow.
He wanted to be the one to hold
her coat for her, to help her carefully
into the big car which stood waiting
outside. He wanted to bend his head
to hear her murmured words. He
wanted to enter the dining room with
her, so small, so sweet, so alluring!
He wanted—migosh ! how he wanted
to dance with her afterward, his arm
about that fragrant little figure, his
cheek touching her hair!
There was a corsage of tiny yellow
roses and lilies-of-the-valley against
her shoulder. Sutton, of course! His
flowers were all over the house. They
came every morning; decorously ad-
dressed to Miss Nona, but they came!
Cynthia didn’t turn white and run up-
stairs when she opened Sutton’s flow-
ers. She exclaimed with pleasure over
them, she spent hours putting them
in bowls and jars, she thanked their
giver with pretty warmth.
And the man didn’t stop with flow-
ers. New books made their appear-
ance, big frilled boxes of candy,, toys
for Tenny.
Luxury—that was what Sutton
stood for in Cynthia’s eyes, Geoff
thought miserably. The horrid little
economies which were distasteful to
any girl and particularly so to Cyn-
thia had never touched Ben Sutton.
As well connect a pot roast with him
as a pancake with a sunset. Limou-
sines and strings of pearls and foun-
tains plashing in conservatories and
orchestras playing gay dinner music—
that was the sort of idea Cynthia
was getting of this visitor from New
York.
It was not, Geoff made oration to
himself resentfully, as though he
could make modest parade of his own
by no means limited funds. Circum-
stances had forced him to conceal the
smallest evidence of them. He
couldn’t so much as send Cynthia a
bunch of violets without her thinking
of the budget and asking herself if he
were patronizing her because of it.
Sutton was the glamorous suitor
from the East where Cynthia had
spent—she had said so herself—the
two happiest years of her life. Geoff
was the substitute housekeeper for
the Cary family, concerned about food
prices and the arrival of the monthly
check from Mr. Montague and Cary’s
holding his job. Fine figure of ro-
mance to cut before the girl of his
heart!
Again and again he resolved to
fling up his responsibility but always
he changed his mind, remembering
the anxious little cloud which settled
on Cynthia’s face each time the sub-
ject was mentioned. No, sir! At
least he’d have the satisfaction of
knowing that he alone was able to
lift the heaviest burden from Cyn-
thia’s shoulders even though her new
freedom might be devoted to Ben Sut-
ton.
Two persons rallied unexpectedly to
Geoff’s defense during this trying
time. Tenny would have absolutely
nothing to do with the visitor. She
turned coldly away from his ad-
vances, thanked him for his gifts so
clirtly that Cynthia flushed, asked
Geoff pointedly for what help she
needed with her lessons. Cynthia, it
appeared, was included with ~ the
guest in the child’s show of dis-
pleasure.
Then—Baby! Or Flossie, rather,
since she had early announced she
preferred that name to the one of
Cary’s selection.
Geoff was touched to discover that
she was doing her best to help him
with his task of keeping down the
household bills. She did her own
laundry work and some of Cary’s
against Miss Nona’s horrified protest.
And presently, growing bolder, she
went into the kitchen and surprised
them all by a display of culinary skill
which put Marguerite’s to shame.
Also she took her irresponsible
young husband in hand. One day
Geoff was astonished to have her slip
a ten-dollar bill into his hand.
“For Cary’s and my board,” she
said. “It isn’t much but next week
there’ll be a little more. It isn’t good
for Cary to stay here without paying
for it. When he gets his raise—he’s
been promised one—I’m going to see if
we can’t get along in a little kitchen-
ette apartment. It isn’t fair for Cyn-
thia to support us.”
And when Ben Sutton had been in
Denver ten days and the Christmas
trade was absorbing more and more of
Cynthia’s time, Flossie came to Geoff
with a shy proposition.
“I want to take over the house-
keeping expenses, please, Geoff. I’ve
always had to make a dollar go a long
way. It isn't right, that you should
“For Cary’s and My Board,” She
Said. "It Isn’t Much but Next
Week There’ll Be a Little More.”
have to tend to things—or Cynthia
either. I’d like it awfully if you’d
let me try!”
Geoff checked his impulse to re-
fuse. The appealing brown eyes were
steady, the painted little mouth was
firm and decisive. Besides, it wasn’t
painted so much these days. Flossie
had the American girl’s wonderful
adaptability. Already she had begun
to tone down her make-up, to model
her fussy clothes on the lines of Cyn-
thia’s plain little frocks. She had
distinct possibilities, this Florence
Geraldine McMichael Aylesbury!
“Is it only because you want to re-
lieve me of the job, Flossie, or is
there another reason?” he demanded
shrewdly.
She colored more deeply than be-
fore. “There’s another reason. I can
keep—keep better track of Cary, you
see; tell him just how much money
there is to spend, and what we ought
to live on. Cary’s splendid,!’ she lift-
ed that soft brown gaze to Geoff,
“but he’s always been looked after.
He—he needs to look after somebody
else!”
Geoff chuckled and held out his
hand. “You’re a good sort, Flossie,
and wise beyond your years. Sure
you can have my job!”
“It’ll be my business now. Only—
only—”
“Yes?” he encouraged her.
“Could we not tell Cynthia about
it—just at first, anyway? She might
think I didn’t know how—she might
be afraid things wouldn’t be nice for
Mr. Sutton.”
“Confound Mr. Sutton,” Geoff said
pleasantly.
Flossie dimpled and turned away,
taking Geoff’s assent to her plan for
granted.
CHAPTER X
Ben Sutton Proposes.
Cynthia had resolved to marry Ben
Sutton.
It was the only sensible thing to
do, of course, she assured herself.
Here was a charming man, who
adored her, who asked nothing better
than to transport her entire family to
his home and spend the rest of his life
making everybody happy.
Christmas was almost upon them.
Ben would go home for Christmas
because of Benjy, his little son.
And after Christmas—
“Sidewalks coated with ice, or
swimming in slush,” the girl thought.
“Months and months till spring.
Debts. Cary losing his job again prob-
ably. Flossie settling down here for
the rest of her life. The housekeep-
ing. Oh, me! I just can’t face it!”
She was in her own room and- she
rose and went to the closet, swinging
open its doors. There was the black
chiffon with the transparent pink
frills at the neck and the small
puffed sleeves. She had picked that
dress up for a song and hadn’t she
had a good time in it! She wore it
to the Leightons’ dinner for the New
Y’ork novelist. It turned out Ben
knew him and they chatted cordially
of night clubs and the Beaux Arts
party, and the famous British actress
whom they had both met—Cynthia
had been thrilled with Ben that night.
There was the sapphire blue velvet
she had worn to I.ita Wendon’s tea.
All her old crowd was there and they
flocked about her, asking interested
questions about her attractive guest,
reproaching her for her long seclusion,
planning festivities for the future.
Cynthia had not known how hungry
she had been for just this sort of
thing until she was back in the modi-
fied social whirl to which she had
been born.
She stroked the mink collar of the
new coat. If she married Ben in the
spring by next winter she would prob-
ably have a sable coat. Sables had
been one of her dreams. Expensive
furs might be a trifle vulgar but they
were so gorgeous!
“And it isn’t all selfishness,” she
quieted her conscience. “It’s partly
for Miss Nona and the Captain—and a
lot, oh, a very great deal for Ben him-
self. Fie needs me. Benjy needs me.
It’s awful for a little boy to grow up
without any mother. He and Tennv
would make the nicest playmates for
each other—regular brother and sis-
ter. And if—” But that sentence she
could not finish even in her own
thoughts. She could imagine Ben
Sutton as an abatable husband, as a
devoted son to Miss Nona and the’
Captain, as a father to Benjy and
Tenny. 'She could not go any farther.
She must make up her mind. Ben
would - leave day after next and she
knew that he meant to ask her to
settle the matter, one way or an-
other, before he went. She even
knew when he meant to ask her.
Ben had an orderly mind. Flis de-
sire to plan everything beforehand
and then stick to the last detail of his
planning was the only unyouthful
thing about him, Cynthia thought.
If he had known it, this trait an-
noyed Cynthia. She had a child’s
love of the unexpected. The necessary
routine of the shop had accentuated
instead of destroying this love. Sev-
eral times she and her eastern suitor
had clashed politely over some en
gagement she wished to change and to
which he adhered with strict punctu-
ality.
She would not admit that she con-
trasted this characteristic of Ben’s
with Geoff’s gay: “Let’s throw over
whatever plans we’ve made for today
and do something else! How about
driving to Colorado Springs and hav-
ing dinner there? I feel like celebrat-
ing.”
“But what'll we celebrate?” Tenny
always asked.
Geoff’s inexhaustible supply of ex-
cuses for a festivity delighted her.
“Why, today we’ll celebrate—we’ll
celebrate—of course! how could I be
so forgetful ! We’ll celebrate it’s be-
ing the day after Saturday and- the
day before Monday!” Or it might be;
“There was a great man born today.
Tenny. I don’t know just who he
was but I ask you if it’s fair his birth-
day should go unobserved just be-
cause of my ignorance?”
Cynthia loved these impromptu par
ties almost as well as Tenny did.
They offered just the relaxation, the
kind of foolishness she needed after
her week’s grind in the shop.
But Ben Sutton was horrified at such
frivolous doings. “Sorry, but Cyn-
thia and I have other plans,” he
would say.
So on this evening after dinner. Fie
had asked Cynthia very formally that
morning if he might see her alone in
the library. She assented, squirming
a little inwardly. It savored too much
of a rite, this premeditated interview.
Why couldn’t he have asked her last
night in the car, coming home from
the dance? Why couldn’t he have
slipped an arm about her and said,
offhandedly: “Ready to give me my
answer, Cynthia? Flow about May
first for a wedding day?”
No, Ben didn’t do things that way.
Instead he held the library door open
to let her pass in self-consciously be-
fore him, knowing that Tenny’s in-
quisitive gaze followed them, knowing
that Geoff had dashed up the stairs
in frantic haste, that Cary was smil-
ing significantly at his Baby, Miss
Nona—oh, this was the worst 1 Miss
Nona had kissed her daughter in the
hall and whispered something that
Cynthia was too confused to under-
stand.
Ben closed the library door care-
fully behind him. He might just ns
well have placed a “No Admittance”
sign on it, she thought. No one
would touch the handle of it until
Ben had received his answer.
She sat down decorously ,in the wing
chair though Ben eyed the sofa a little
wistfully.
“Did you have a busy day at the
shop?” he asked."
“Very busy. The holiday trade is
getting into full swing. Next week
we’ll have to keep open nights.”
She wished he’d hurry and get it
over with. The suspense of-being pro-
posed to was, she discovered, most
unpleasant.
“I’ve enjoyed my visit to Denver,”
he remarked. “It’s the first holiday
I’ve taken in three years. I’d like to
drive across the Divide.”
“It’s interesting,” she assented.
“Perhaps I’ll come back next
spring.”
Ah, now he was approaching his
subject. Cynthia sighed a little. She
wished he’d forego the preliminaries
and get to the most important part
of the interview.
But apparently he decided to attack
from another angle.
“Benjy sent you his love in the let-
ter I got today. Cynthia.”
“He’s a dear little boy,” she an-
swered warmly.
And then all at once Ben hurled
himself on to his subject. “Benjy
needs a mother, Cynthia, and I need
a wife. Could you—could you give
me your answer tonight?”
After that things blurred for her. She
must have told Ben what he wanted
to hear because he sprang from his
seat and took her in his arms. She
remembered that his lips felt very
queer on her own, that she turned
her head when he tried to kiss her
again.
“Not—now,” she stammered. “L-let
me get a little used to you, Ben!”
They stayed in the library for hours,
planning. At least Ben told her what
he had planned and she agreed. It
turned out that it was April tenth
and not May first that was to be her
wedding day. Also it seemed that
Ben had taken a chance on her ac-
cepting him; taken it even before he
left New York. He took a little vel-
vet box from his pocket and with a
tender smile opened it and showed
her the enormous diamond within.
“But what if I'd refused you, Ben?”
she asked.
“I’d have flung it out of the train
window going home,” he said. That
pleased her but her approval was
short lived for lie added thoughtfully:
“T might have saved it and given it,
to Benjy for his wife!”
Everything was decided when they
left the library. The gift shop waa
to be sold at once. Cary and Flossie
were to come East directly after
Christmas. “I’ve exactly the right
opening for the boy.”
Everything was settled, so Cynthia
raised her face dutifully for a good
night kiss and wc-nt soberly to bed.
Geoff came in just as she reached
the top of the stairs. The light front
the upper hall caught the diamond on
her hand and threw it back in a hun-
dred rays of red and green.
Cynthia carried Geoff’s haggard face
into her room and it haunted her
dreams.
* * * * * * *
The next day—would Cynthia evef
live long enough to forget the next
day? She thought not.
It began with the sight of her riny
at breakfast. Tenny asked her whern
she g<#t it. Miss Nona took her daugh-
ter into a tearful embrace, kissed Ben
warmly. The Captain beamed like a
rising sun and pumped the easterner’--'
hand. Cary looked more startled
than pleased and Flossie said nothing
at all.
Geoff—
To Cynthia’s stupefaction Geoff waii
quite cheerful this morning. It was!
true that he looked as if he had not
slept, that he avoided her eyes whets
he spoke to her; but his congratula
tions to Ben were apparently sincere,
he wished the girl every happiness*
in a voice which did not tremble.
Had he thought the matter over and
decided to make the best of it? Cyn
thia caught herself up as the implica
tion of that thought reached her
What reason had she to believe that
her engagement to Ben Sutton or anf
other man mattered to Geoff save a«i
a subject of friendly interest?
“It’s your abominable vanity that**
disappointed,” she scolded hersel?
“He’s probably delighted at the ide,s
of your leaving Denver.”
Well, that was that. Everybody if
the house knew of her engagement
now, and everything was settled
Along about two o’clock last night she'
had entertained some foolish idea oi
saying something sweet and comfort
ing to Geoff, but it seemed that con
do!epees weren't in order.
“And what are oar engaged pat
going to do today?” Miss Nona ask».
smilingly.
CTO BE CONTINUED.^
This Week
by Arthur Brisbane
One Wise Investor
Who Understands Money?
New Jobs, Good News
Why the D.ollar Pegging?
Twenty-eight years ago Horace H.
Rackham borrowed $5,000 and invest-
ed in Henry Ford’s young company.
Sixteen years later he sold his stock
to Henry Ford for $12,500,000. A sub-
stantial profit. Now he is dead at sev-
enty-two, leaving his whole fortune in
trust for charity.
Twelve to fifteen millions are avail-
able for Immediate distribution and
the gifts will amount eventually to
about thirty millions.
Investing with Ford 25 or 30 years
ago was a good idea. There may be
other Fords; the difficulty is to idem
tify them.
“The heart is deceitful above all
things, and desperately wicked; who
can know it?”
The Bible asks and modern man re-
plies that, while it may be hard to
know the heart of man, it is much
more difficult to know and understand
man’s finances.
For instance, rumors that France
would go off the gold basis caused
speculators in Wall Street to shiver,
shudder and drop stock prices several
dollars a share, the ticker unable to
keep up with the selling wave.
What difference can it make to us
whether France is on or off the gold
basis?
F’rance cut the value of the franc
80 per cent, and that didn’t frighten
us. The lack of a franc gold stand-
ard need not frighten us, especially as
France has more gold per capita than
any country in the world, and actual-
ly more gold in volume than any coun-
try except this.
News that 1,629,000 new jobs have
been created in the United States in
the past two months is good news, es-
pecially since it comes from Mr. Green
of the American Federation of Labor,
and is reliable.
These new jobs, it is true, have
been artificially created, to a large
extent, and “.good old times” will not
come back until jobs begin looking
for men, without" any prodding from
government.
Nevertheless, jobs artificially cre-
ated, with the spending of wages that
they make possible, may be as impor-
tant to business recovery as artificial
respiration to a half-drowned man.
London reports say the United
States is ready to “peg the dollar at
$4.40” of our money for one English
(off the gold standard) paper pound.
Why, in the name of Providence and
common sense, all this pegging talk?
How can we tell what the paper
pound will be worth six months hence?
When England went off the gold basis
we didn’t meddle, or suggest any
“pegging.”
France cut 80 per cent from the
value of her francs, thus cutting 80
per cent from the amount she paid
to Englishmen that had lent her tens
of millions at the old franc value.
The English were hot consulted. Why
all the “dollar pegging”? Are we un-
able to attend to our own dollar, as
European nations have attended to
their own currencies without asking
our advice, or permitting our interfer-
ence?
Three more states, Iowa, New
Hampshire, Connecticut, have de-
clared for repeal of the prohibition
amendment. The vote for repeal
stands 14 to 0. Those who thought
it impossible to get 36 of the 48 states
to vete against prohibition, bootleg-
ging and racketeering, may find that
they were mistaken.
Connecticut voted 6 to 1 and New
Hampshire 2 to 1 against prohibition.
Nine million Americans, voting thus
far, have averaged 4 to 1 against the
Eighteenth amendment. That chapter
in American history and American
crime and bootlegging may soon be
closed.
A wise man from the Harvard
School of Business, said : “Prepare to
see the dollar go a great deal lower.”
He seemed to think that drop would
be an excellent thing for the United
States at. this moment.
It might disturb the owners of
bonds, preferred stocks and some oth-
er things, but it should encourage you
to hold onto your real estate. As the
dollar goes lower, values and rents,
inevitably, will go higher, and mort-
gages will be more easily paid.
The Bible tells us that man is made
a little lower than the angels. Excep-
tionally bad samples seem to be con-
siderably lower.
A kind-hearted collector for a milk
business, sympathizing with a poor
beggar, bought him a hearty meal, re-
vealing the fact that he carried money
with him. The next day the same beg-
gar with a friend waylaid the kind-
hearted collector, beat him dangerous-
ly, and took $85 from him.
A citizen held up by a young man
and robbed of $18 was told: “Thanks;
that will help me through college.”
Nature contrives ingeniously to con-
trol “overproduction.” Farmers around
Wolfville, N. S., watching with despair
the grasshoppers eating their crops,
suddenly smiled, as flocks of sea gulls,
arriving from far away, began eating
the grasshoppers by the millions.
©. 1933, by King Features Syndicate, Ine.
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The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 30, No. 100, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 1, 1933, newspaper, July 1, 1933; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth895237/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Lampasas Public Library.