The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 1454, Ed. 1 Friday, November 13, 1908 Page: 3 of 4
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It was a big day at the race track,
and as it was also a holiday, there
were at least four thousand men
crowding and pushing one another in
the pool room.
There were three men among the
4,000 who were vitally interested in
each other’s movements, but it was
loot until they came in from the sec-
ond heat that Mr. William Lyman—
address not found in the directory—
discovered J. Brownley of the San
Francisco detective force standing be-
fore the boards, well in front of the
Crowds and apparently studying the
odds with thoughtful eye. It occurred
to Mr. Lyman that J. Brownley’s other
eye was keeping watch on the rear
exits.
Mr. Lyman melted away into the
crowd like fog before the sunshine, be-
ing by nature ever modest and retiring
when an official appeared on the land-
scape. He wriggled his way back un-
til he sighted his friend and co-part-
ner, Mr. Collins, and retired with him
from the range of inquisitive ears.
"Mickey,” he mumbled cautiously,
f‘We’re pinched.”
"Hell!” observed Mr. Collins pro-
fanely, staring around him in an un-
pleasantly suspicious manner.
"Sure thing. Brownley’s up in
front. He’s done up something great,
but you can’t fool me on Brownley.
It’s him sure.”
Mr. Collins expressed a desire that
the immortal part of J. Brownley
might be subjected to a roasting pro-
cess for an indefinite futurity. Under
stress of emotion, Mr. Collins was apt
to-be vituperative.
"He’s follered us all the way from
‘Frisco,” he grumbled wrathfully, “an’
three times this month we’ve just got
off with our necks. The only , way to
get rid of Brownley is to kill him.”
"And have the whole U. S. know we
did it? Not on your tin-type, Mickey.
I don’t throw my head away like that.
Never kill a man unless you have to.
S’pose you sneak around front and see
If the road’s clear for a break.”
Mr. Collins worked his way swiftly
back to the front entrances and casu-
ally looked out. One would have said
that he was enjoying the beauty of the
cloudless sky, so innocently distant
and abstracted was his gaze; certainly
no one would have suspected that he
saw two men look quickly at him and
away.
The two men outside looked at one
another, and moved closer. They were
in no hurry. J. Brownley’s orders
were that unless these two shy birds
could be captured together at the
track, they were to be quietly and cau-
tiously followed to their lairs, and
there invited to take up their resi-
dence in the nearest police station.
The reasons why Messrs. Lyman
and Collins were so greatly in demand
were numerous and interesting. These
were versatile gentlemen, and if one
vocation proved irksome or unhealth-
ful from the legal point of view, they
could always pass on to another. They
found it convenient to change their
occupation frequently, as well as their
post office address; it diverted the of-
ficial mind, and kept it guessing.
Mr. Collins found his partner in a
marvelously short time; he was used
to it. He shook his head a trifle,
which meant that their Immediate fu-
ture was not of an encouraging nature.
Mr. Lyman thrust out his under lip in
token of his displeasure, as they edged
away from their nearest neighbors.
"If we run for it when the crowd
goes out to the track, there’ll be a
million smart Alecks ready to help
’em catch us,” he mused discontent-
edly. "I think they mean to catch us
here if they can, or track us down to
a good place and nab us. But they
don’t know that we’re onto ’em. We’ll
fool ’em. We might raise a big row,
Mickey, and light out in the racket.
We’ll stampede the crowd, that’s it!”
Mr. Lyman radiated good nature
again, as he thought of the mischief
at his command.
"Fire?” queried Mr. Collins dubi-
ously.
“M’m, no, Mickey; that’s an old
gag. We’ll do somethin’ original.
Brownley’s-in front of the whole
bunch—awful reckless to stand in
front of a crowd—the other chaps are
back of it, and we’ll keep about three-
quarters hack, and save our shins
while we lose the other fellows. Chase,
Mickey; it's 'most time for the start.”
Mr. Collins was not a man of many
words, but his little eyes twinkled as
Mr. Lyman hastily told him what to
do. He Wriggled swiftly away, lost
himself in the. thickest of the crowd
and managed to get his brown derby
knocked off. When he came up from
searching for it in the press, several
feet from where he had been, he had
in his hand a large and rakish light
felt, which he tilted well over one
eye. He was now ready for business,
and if there were any investigating'
| gentlemen craning their necks to see
a man in a brown derby, they missed
him.
Then Lyman caught Collins’ eye
over the heads of a dozen or more
men, and pulled out a huge roll of bills
which ran into the thousands, flutter-
ing them over with the air of a man
who has plenty more, and will risk
the whole business with all the pleas-
ure in the world. He turned his back
deliberately upon Collins, who edged
his way toward him, watching him
with sharp but furtive eyes.
A swift hand shot toward the roll of
bills, but Lyman was ready for it. His
revolver flashed out as he whirled
around and faced the dodging Collins;
the hand with the bills was crammed
safely in his pocket.
"Look out in front!” he yelled, lev-
eling the weapon at Collins' head, and
a score of men in the line of his aim
melted away with warning shouts and
jammed against those in front. Only
20, certainly no more, but the mischief
was done. It was marvelous how
slight a thing may set a great crowd
in motion.
Up at the front Brownley turned in
surprise as he heard a roar behind
him. Four thousand men, not more
than 20 of whom knew the cause for
their flight, were hearing down on him
in a howling, fear-stricken mob, sweep-
ing toward the rear exits. The pool
room was not as lavishly provided
with exits as the more modem struc-
tures, and a mob there was a thing to
flee from.
There was but one thing to do, and
that was to run for life or death in the
same direction. Even as he ran Brown-
ley saw men piling on each other in
layers in their frantic efforts to jump
from the windows, but he shot past
them for the broader exit ahead and
felt himself .whiz dizzily through the
air as he took a flying jump into the
hack inclosure and landed on all fours
on something soft and struggling—a
German of vast circumference, who
swore frightfully at the concussion.
A pain shot through Brownley’s foot,
but he rolled swiftly to one side, just
as the pushing, struggling mass poured
out on the ground.
It was over in three minutes, and
men rushed from all sides to disen-
tangle the heaped-up mass of human-
ity. Many picked themselves up and
limped off, disheveled and cursing, but
some had to be lifted carefully, with
broken ribs and legs, and bleeding
faces, and above and around there
was a babel of excited questions. Rolls
of money had disappeared in the rush,
watches were lost and hats gone, but
no one knew what had happened.
Later, some of the few who had
seen it told how slight a matter had
started a great stampede, and J.
Brownley swore to himself as he went
through the streets in an ambulance,
with a leg and ankle that would lay
him up for weeks to come, and 10,000
bruises distributed impartially over
his person, but Messrs. William Ly-
man and M. Collins were far away,
speeding through the land iq a Pull-
man car and drinking cool drinks.
Even J. Brownley and his exasper-
ated aids did not guess that they had
done this thing.
"It was a great game,” Ughed Mr.
Collins, contentedly, tapping his glass
with his finger and noting with
dreamy satisfaction that their nearest
fellow-traveler was three chairs away.
“It was the slickest thing I’ve seen
this season, and there was lots of
money dropped or pinched in the shuf-
fle. I went in with the crowd, Billy,
and I made some fair pickings my-
self.”
"So did I,” admitted Mr.' Lyman,
with a reminiscent chuckle. "We’ve
made the haul of our lives this day,
and if Brownley wasn’t killed, it’ll
take him all summer to piece himself
together again. It certainly was a
g-reat game, Mickey. We’ll work it
again.”
BROKEN LEGS AND FLOWERS.
True Artistic Temperament as Evi-
denced by Landor.
“At a dinner in Philadelphia,” said a
clergyman, "I once heard the lament-
ed Bishop Potter talk in a most amus-
ing manner about the artistic tempera-
ment.
"First he described the contradic-
tions in the characters of Whistler,
Poe, Hawthorne and other great Amer-
icans. Then he turned to Landor, the
great Englishman.
‘“Landor/ he said, ‘was at the same
time the most violent and brutal and
the most delicate and sensitive of
men. He adored flowers. The gar-
dens of his beautiful villa in Florence
were. full of flowers, and the poet
walked among them daily, never
plucking them, only bending over them
reverently to admire their loveliness
and their perfume.
"Landor’s cook one day served him
a wretched dinner, and in his rage the
poet threw the man out of the win-
dow into a bed of splendid roses.
"As the cook writhed with a broken
leg below, Landor from the window ex-
claimed in a horror-stricken voice:
“ ‘Good gracious, I forgot the
roses!’”
Blamed Death on “Debil-Debil.”
Australian aborigines fear croco-
diles but have no fear of sharks. The
author of “Confessions of a Beach-
comber” says: "They take every care
to avoid crocodiles, exercising great
caution and circumspection when
crossing inlets and creeks. . .
. Their indifference to Sharks Is
founded on the belief that those which
inhabit shallow water among the Is-
lands never attack a living man. And
so they continue to think, notwith-
standing a tragic incident like the fol-
lowing, which, indeed, they attributed
to a ‘debil-debir and not a shark at
all: The captain of a beche-de-mer
cutter was paddling in a dingey along
the edge of a detached reef not many
miles from Dunk island, where sev-
eral of his boys were swimming and
diving. Suddenly one of them was
seized and so terribly mutilated that
he died in a few minutes. Although
the captain was within eight or ten
feet of the boy and three of his mates
were not more than a few yards off
. . . no one saw a shark or any
other fish capable of inflicting such in-
juries as have caused the death of
‘Jimmy’ nor was there any disturb-
ance on the surface of the water.”
Peril of a New Dance.
"If the young people allow this bam
dance craze to grow,” remarked a
well-known local architect, "buildings
here will have to be erected much
more substantial than heretofore—that
is, all buildings such as private homes
or clubs where dancing is carried on.
There is a jump and a swing about
barn dances that will cause swaying
of the beams in even the most sub-
stantial frame houses.
“With a whole crowd on the floei
at once and skipping up and down on
the floor right together, with the
music, you can imagine what might
happen. You know how necessary
it is sometimes for a company of
soldiers to break step when crossing
a bridge. If this dance continues pop-
ular, it may be necessary for some of
the dancers to keep out of step with
the music. I know of one dance out
at the Colonial club last season at
which the barn dance numbers had to
be stopped, the buildings swayed so
noticeably.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
BILLY’S EYE-OPENER.
Dog—How can you eat those old
suspenders?
Goat—Oh, these mornings I want t
“bracer.”
A Paying Profession.
Mr. Million—H’m! Want to marry
my daughter? Newspaper reporter, 1
understand. I never heard of a news
paper reporter getting rich.
Mr. Quickpen—Oh, tliere are plenty
of lucky reporters. I know a dozen
who have married heiresses.—New
York Weekly.
She Knew Him.
Mr. Crimsonbeak—The doctor said
I must give up coffee.
Mrs. Crimsonbeak—-What are you
going to use now, cloves?—Yonkers
Statesman.
To he ignorant of one’s ignorance is
the malady of ignorance.—Sprits.
DEPEND ON CORSET
WHERE NATURAL SLIMNESS IS
NOT ATTAINABLE.
Good Lines, Made Necessary by Pres,
ent Fashion, Must Be Paid for—
Well-Chosen Underwear Is
Also a Factor.
The first thought which strikes the
woman of small income in considering
modes for winter raiment is the im-
portance of length and line. Height,
real or assumed, she must have. And
lines must be the perfection of
straightness and slimness.
This means paying for good lines.
Gone are the voluptuous curves, swell-
Brown Satin in Tailored.
Ing hips and rounded bust and shpui-
ders. To look at fashion drawings and
fashion figures in smart shop windows,
the inexperienced woman may well
think that the whole feminine world
has gone a-banting. And truly it has
grown wondrous thinner!
But where natural slimness is not
attainable in the short time allowed
to adjust the figure to incoming fash-
ions, the corsetiere is getting in her
golden work, and women are paying
from $40 to $60 for corsets whose pow-
er lies in reducing the hip an inch or
more.
The corset can do wonders in simu-
lating slenderness, and next to that
comes well chosen underwear, finely
wrought tights for all stout figures,
and the new combination garments,
two pieces in one with flounces only
at the knees, for the naturally slender
figure.
The up-to-date figure Is practically
the same width from shoulders to
hips, the narrower the better. At the
hips, the line begins to run in, until
around the feet, in the case of house,
calling and evening gowns, the long
train seems to twist around, narrow
and snake-like.
The new skirt, long and clinging, or
severe and tailored, is known as the
mounted skirt. That means it has the
appearance of being mounted on a
very high girdle which comes close to
the bust line. It is a combination of
the gored skirt with the shaped high
girdle, accomplished by running the
gores of the skirt, admirably fitted, to
a point just below the bust.
Here it meets a bodice of the Same
material, or at least a fabric matching
the skirt perfectly in tone, with a deep
yoke of harmonious coloring in softer
fabric or of lace or net. For tailored
modes, this mounted skirt is generally
finished off with stitching, bias folds
or piping or a very fine line of braid.
In house gowns or evening frocks, it
is often hidden by the draped girdle
with long sash ends in softest of fab-
rics.
The illustration given will be of
great use to home dressmakers. A
type of the mounted or high-girdled
skirt in heavy brown satin, tailored,
with a long, straight pointed coat, will
give height to the most commonplace
figure.
This represents the last cry in tai-
lored raiment which can be utilized for
church wear, calling and a multitude
of semi-dress occasions. The skirt
barely clears the ground, yet can be
worn in trolleys or comfortably and
easily raised with one hand when
walking. The blouse beneath shows
little of satin and much of soft creamy
lace and braiding on a deeper cream
satin.
Few practices are more beneficial
to the condition of the eyes than is
that of bathing them regularly every
night before going to bed. Dust read-
ily accumulates on the lids between
the lashes and causes them to smart.
NEW IDEAS IN MILLINERY.
ORNAMENT ON WRITING TABLE.
Effective T rim mi n g for Hats of & All
Sizes and Design*.
Combined Watch Stand and Memoran-
dum Holder.
Dahlias in velvet and silk and In the
most exquisite fancy and natural col-
orings are a smart novelty.
There is a noticeable tendency
toward the simplification of trimming
effects, which increases daily.
Smart collars made to correspond
with the new plumage-covered hats are
the latest thing, and come in all the
new shades.
Immensely full flounces and crown
pieces made of ostrich in the new kan-
garoo fringe style are the height of
fashion, and are marvelously effective
in light and dark green ftr two shades
of stone green.
One of the most attractive models of
the season is a dark blue gendarme
velvet hat trimmed with a thick gar-
land of deep green orange foliage, and
two full-sized velvet oranges in na-
tural color, fastened at the left side
of the wide brim.
THE TOILET TABLE.
Orange juice with cracked ice can
often be taken by a patient who can
retain nothing else.
Orange juice,
, being laxative, is
excellent in most
"sickrooms; is some-
times even pre-
scribed for typhoid-
fever patients.
Very sensible
for use in the bath
is a mitten cro-
cheted of white
darning cotton. The hand slips into:
it easily, - and manly people who have
used them prefer them to any other
kind of wash cloth.
A perfectly flat line is fashionable
in conjunction with the slenderest of
hips, but given self-assertive hips the
extreme flat back achieved by many
of the smart skirt models is an ab-
surdity, and good sense must guide
one rather than a slavish acceptance
of fashion extremes.
Our sketch Illustrates a useful and
very easily made little article, intend-
ed for standing on a writing table. It
is always pleasant, while writing, to
be able to keep an eye upon the time
without turning round, perhaps, to
look at the clock, and under those cir-
cumstances some kind of watch-stand
becomes necessary; it is also very
useful to have a holder for unused
half-sheets of note-paper, and the little
stand shown in our sketch answers
both these purposes.
It is easily and simply made, and a
jjiece of cardboard of the size indi-
cated should be used for the founda-
tion. This may be covered with any
pretty piece of material that may be
at hand and edged all round with a
silk cord.
There Is a support at the back, sim-
ilar to that of an ordinary photograph
frame, hinged on at the top with a
piece of cloth. In the upper part of
the front of the stand a large dress
hook is sewn, and on this may be
hung the watch. A little lower down
a strap of elastic runs across, and over
this the half-sheets of notepaper are
folded and held in their place by the
elastic. When one has been used, it
is an easy matter to pull it off and ex-
pose the underneath’ sheet for further
notes. To complete this -little article,
to the right hand side a pencil is at*
tached by means of a fine silk cord.
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 1454, Ed. 1 Friday, November 13, 1908, newspaper, November 13, 1908; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth900535/m1/3/?rotate=270: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Lampasas Public Library.