The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1888-10-19

there before.
What is it. beadle." said half a score
in terrified whisper.
The beadle waited until the Questioners
were silent and replied "Our editor is
dead ~
His wife, where Is she." asked the
multitude, when the shock of the an
nouncement no longer held their utter
Gnce.
Dead said the beadle.
and his SON"
dead, " said the beadlc. who. select
ing six Of the leading citizens. pulled
them inside, at the same tim waving
back the crowd that would have
rushed in.
Il was atthe moment the beadle selected
his jury that | approached the cottage.
Being a comparative stranger in the
place, and as there were no railroads to
The village, and it being located so deep
in the vale that few had learned of its
existence, a stranger received consider
able attention, from the very fact Of his
being stranger, and each was anxious
TO tell all he knew about the deceased.
An old lady told bow, twenty years
before. he was lively, energetic, and was
everywhere, his young wife was the
light Of every party but Of late years
they had shrunk from public gaze, and
his son took his place at gathering
The paper had grown apparently IN
circulation every year since it started
II Was her opinion their property had
made them proud. Over two thousand
papers were issued weekly. Most every
body read the Gazetfe, she guessed. She
had taken it since it started. and was
intending 10 run in that very day aud
settle. She had received a bill, stating
that she owed ten years subscription,
but she had kind o. needed the money.
and the bill didn't amount to much to
an editor with 80 big a business. No
need Of their having been so proud, if
they did run a paper was the I'M
charitable remark OF a bystander- The I
editor was misery, too" chimed in
another; ''he did his own work, and al I
most always, OF late, has refused TO sub /
scribe when paper is handed around"
He is probably worth $50, O0n, hived 4
II up, Sf00e received annually for sub .
scripiions, to say nothing Of advertising,
hgurcd the village schoolmaster- II .
have taken his paper fer fifteen years,
and while ago he sent me bill for $50.
II would have been public spirited of
him 10 send his paper free, ! being a
public servant. His business was good
SO have not hurried about the money!
Probably murdered for his money!
volunteered another. "Wby there's no
md OF money these editors make.
Only few days ago he sent me bill to
pay ten dollars owed him for five years
Anxious to put the money
d The bank, suppose. As needed il
ust then. delayed l don't believe in
olks being piggish if they are profess
iunals.
Just then the beadle and the jury ap-
,eared-
.'How is it. how is itg' asked the
multitude 10 a breath.
Gentlemen" gasped the beadle.
they starved 10 death"
impossible, exclaimed all.
1T IS even so, continued the beadle
Nj Foreman. tell how it is.
The foreman mounted box. and tax
~ out my note book by force Of habit,
took down his words. They were as
blows:
Citizens Of kummersolthal Never,
ntil this hour. has the truth Of the red I
.gend been established. and never until
3 hour has there been more reason to
al our place kummersOlthal, or sor-
wing vale. On the floor al his mothers
edside lies the dead son, and on the bed !
Re starved mother. On the stool, bent {
'rward on his case, is the editor him
II. with the stick, the implement OF his I
rolession, in his hand. and the last
ord set, gentleman. was 'Kummersol-
al The last leader he set was his S
reWell 70 you, citizens Of the town Of
is adoption. Yes, gentlemen, his ma
Te town; read you. now, the copy
ken from the cast OF the deceased" {
To The citizens Of Kummersolthal. / bid f
reseil. One hour ago my wife died, starved f
D. half hegr after, my son followed, aud
tgTe the clock strikes four, my edition too r
N be run of and the forms closed. Our Il
pieted wardrobe answers charges Of pride.
on thought Us r ch and we would not beg Il
cslt for cur Just due. h
Three quarters Of d century ago my father
- lrensi kummersolfhaL On this very
o. the savAges murdered my mother.
4
me Of my birth. Hence for twenty years "a
nave la5lred 10 build up the land my father
. trod In the future that work will be h
preeiated On the table is my ledger. in u
lieh are recorde-l 81 600 in Just dues 90 me d
IA against good. reliable men in this town y
; claims though just, have not been
tired ] am indeed '.wei Off but vet 50 ..
Or Kummerso.thal my father called this i
zoe, and kumDersoithal It IS 70 me- d
Iough have been Nronged, for u
Here the paragraph breaks. said the
reInan Of the Jury.
And may the forgiveness he meant TO
stow on Us be granted, " solemnly con-
iued the beadlo
One by one the citizens start away az
me leaving the authorities alone with
r dead.
Two days after, returning through the rs
lage, joined IN the long procession
ing a. the church Before the altar Q
re thee beautiful caskets furnished BY W
e citizens, and canopied over With the CO
hest flowers; indeed. what the people
led 10 do 10 the living they had made Je
on the dead. Never were so many
- shed, for all knew they had hand
bringing the deceased family 10 the
ave As the organist played the dirge ed
rendered what the aged pastor would lis
: TO the people bu
The music ceased, and the aged 70
saeher ar Sc and opened the Holy
ok 10 Romans xiii, IS Fully five in
uutes he waited, after finding the
ICE, until the weeping people were al
~ as still As tho dead forms before -
I'M, and be read We
Render therefore to all their due. un
fe no man anything. as
BE closed the book: the organ PLAYED
,ther dirge, and the Conductor mo-
ned the audience forward TO take the
! look a. the remains. 1t was the Gu
sfest but most pointed funeral service to
yer heard.
asst month took the train for a brief E !
;aiiun. over a new railroad. ON the
fuing Of the third day We entered a inl
.g;ifui valley that looked strangely
iillar but Al no time did remember No
ng in 50 large a city. Just as was lik
ng 70 ask Whist il was. the conductor ouj
gied cut kummersolthal - l stepped
, annoFed al the change. CHANGING ig
ind. Inc only familiar face saw was
{ Of the old beade, TO whom / ex- "
Sod wonder at the change a decade salt
brought rsl