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Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-08-10

his task, and six separate times subsidized into
silence with the fateful words trembling on his
Hus. He moved uneasily on his seat and
turned suddenly uToE the doctor so many times,
only to turn away suddenly, that DR.. John,
observing his pale face and agitation, was
stirred TO q professional interest.
Whats the matter, Martin-cramps2 Been
eating too many half-ripe grapes
Now il is not pleasant thing to have your
Eolicitude for friends spiritual welfare and
bodily safety construed into an attack OF indl-
gestion by the object of your anxiety, and Mar
tin was half inclineI to give up his missionary
but he remembered all that they owed the doc
tor, and pondered the colonePs savage threat and
neTved himself for one more effort.
''Oh. I'm we'll. You needn' mind me, DR..
mAtter-a matter of the greatest Importance;
and please don't drive SO fast, DR.. John. and
don't be offended with me Tor pealing about it.
It's been such n long time. you know
Martin had fairly launched cut at last, and
there is no doubt that his momentum would
have carried him to the point he was aiming for,
but an unexpected interruption Came. stout
farmer refined up his horses and began TO ask
DR.. Johns advice about his wife, VINO had been
Eiling for some time When she man drove on
the doctor turned his attept ton to Martin.
''You were saying something, Martin. OF
course you can speak TO me freely. Don't BIO
afraid of offending N e.
Martin gave one searching look at the kind
face and his courage fed. How could he tell
man who looked like that, that he knew him for
n detected criminal, that spies were even now
on his track, that prison gates yRwned before
''wen, Martin. what is wrong9'' urged the
doctor.
"oh, it's onIy-nothing but Beauty. She's
got sort Of boil on her neck. We don't know
whether to open it or poultice tt
The absurdity Of such an appeal, foil owing
such a prelude, struck DIR. John so forcibly that
he laughed outright.
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vealed Lucy.
"Then let's play with the dock-leaf
dolls, " responded Marietta with inter-
est, though the inside girl sighed about
the still wandering "Knight and Lady"
aud that smooth barn board on which
they could not now be set down.
A green, wide space opened in that
street which no child could pass without
lettering. For in the center of the space
stood giant walnut tree with house in
Its branches. A spiral stairway assembled
around the trunk TO Mr.. Waggle's front
door, ten feet above the ground. The
house was built OF light timbers bolted
together with iron, but 1t had an ele-
giant finish, and had been sketched and
written about by strangers and gazed at
by neighbors until its owner resented
the approach of anybody. The folks oil
around were willing to stay away from
Mr.. Maggie, but they would talk about
him. Though he was called rich and
great traveller aud learned in books,
they considered it uusocial of any mau to
build his house up in tree.
But Marietta seer city delighted in Mr..
Maggie, with his air of foreign lands,
aud his sepnrHteness from people living
on the ground.
He had d brown man TO wait on him
about whom there was constant dispute
in the town. Some said this man was q
straight haired mulatto, others taat he
was Spaniard, aud yet others that he
was, according to Mr.. Waggle's own
testimony, Sandwich Islander. He
had broad, mild face, his hair was cut
straight around his head, and though he
wore thick American clothes even IN
summer he was always wreathiug his hat
with flowers. Settled people who had
never been used to such sights could
hardly believe the gentle Sandwich
1 lander harmless, aud they felt they
ought to watch him when he did errands
or worked in the garden beyond the tree.
Marietta and Lucy stopped without
word aud gazed at Mr.. Waggle's
house. The door was shut, though all
the windows appeared open. Far back
in the garden the brown man 3 shoulders
bowed up and down as he hoed.
The walnut tree seemed as full OF mu-
sic as il each one of its leaves breathed
O song.
Step by step Marietta and Lucy ap-
preached the tree. They knew they
were not wanted there, but other chill
dren had dared to go up that spiral stair
way leading to SO exclusive world. II
they had tumbled down again in q hurry
Marietta was sure it was because they
were cowardly, Mr.. Maggie had never
hurt anybody.
"He won't care if we GO up and sit by
his door, Lucy. I'm sure l wouldn't
care, II could make such music as that,
who heard II. -
Lucy blinked anxiousiy, but did as
Marietta did. They felt the ridges of
walnut bark with the delighted awe of
explorers, winding around the ascent.
Flower breaths came from Mr.. Waggie's
garden, and the whole visible earth was
stepped above its rim OF woods In SHIN
mering heat. The sun glared back from
white houses. Leaves everywhere held a
ripe depth of green, and Mr.. Waggle's
house seemed the harmonious center OF
all these good things. Marietta wished
It could be always summer; for In the
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airy work-even paper for which she was
furnishing. Sponge cake and peaches
were rarely seen at Grandfather Brit
tles's, yet the inside girl made her decline
even them. When she had q rare penny
she never spent IL for candy. Who could
do so when it would buy whole sheet
OF writing paper?
al don t want any thing, Mrs. Bope,
said Marietta, looking up abashed and
pink from her deep u-bonnet.
So with mothers blessing on her she
again stepped paperless into the outdoor
world.
"But how am going to get any paper
to write the Knight and the Lady on?"
she whispered TO the flat. wooded hori-
Zon, the village streets and the summer
sky.
One hand sought in the depths of her
pocket her last bit OF stubby lead pencil.
Marietta knew how to make ink last in-
definitely by doctoring it with rainwater
and SCOT. OF course its blackuess faded
out to mud color, but brown ink is not
bud when you are used to it. Her faith
er's gold pen was hers 10 use as she
pleased, though her grandmother often
last her lifetime.
Delleh0 1 IL udNC " hIllo Oub tue
knight and the Lady on the side of our
barn, - she began TO resolve. When l
get some paper cnn copy it and scratch
the place. But If any of the boys saw
me doing it they might learn it and shout
the lines at me on the street,
"Where are you going, Marietta?
spoke piping voice behind her, and she
knew before turning that Lucy Terrence
was running TO catch up with her. Lucy
wns weak-eyed little creature, with
white skin which never took wholesome
tan. Marietta was a strong yokemare,
who pulled Lucy through when the
blackman chased them, or kept her from
being flung off into space when the whole
school played crack-the-whip
al amt gong anywhere answered
Marietta, putting an arm around Lucy
as Lucy put an arm around her. 1t was
so natural for two little girls to fail into
skipping step that she forgot at first
about saving her shoe leather. She
could be happy with q playmate in spite
of the paper famine. She said nothing
TO Lucy about that; for nobody under
stands how necessary writing paper is
except the person who is hungry for it.
"My mother said might go to your
house and spend the afternoon, re-
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to ride around and around in her head IN
repeated stanzas without blank page to
receive them.
The poetry about Mrs. Bope's baby
was written on the very last pink scrap.
Marietta wished ink could be wiped Off.
But while she was ruling she reoollected
that Mrs. ~Bope had limited at some pay
ment tor any piece of writing which
Marietta might bring her. 1t was not
pleasant 10 do poetry to order, yet she
had enjoyed writing about that dear
dead baby, only she did not want to read
II to the mother.
The force of her promise and the
chance of Mrs. Bope's having writing
paper to use as currency took sudden
hold of her.
She opened the trunk and took out the
pink baby poem, and hid it in her pocket
with the loving shame of authors. and
went down stars to ask If she might 20
to Mrs. Bope's.
Grandmother Brittles and the two
young aunts were sitting straight in their
chairs, making over muslin gowns which
had TO be handled carefully. Sometimes
Marietta really wished she was not
Brittles. 1t seemed so hard TO live in
the largest house in town on the smallest
income. If she were one OF the Smith or
Burden she could be cheerfully earning
money to buy paper with. But the Brit
theses were old stock, and great people in
their neighborhood. A Brittles would be
a pattern of genulity if he starved at it.
The grandm other said Marietta might
go to Mrs. Bope's, and her aunts told
her not to run her shoes over and cut the
uppers. She could walk instead of run
ning-which strained leather aud started
the pegs-and she must not take her
sun bonnet off to slap any schoolmate
with 1t. She could play tag with her
naked hand. A child hands are
touaher than much washed calico.
Marietta went to Mrs. Bope's without
any desire to run. She usually liked to
play that she was an Indian princess
rushing on fleet moccasins through her
native woods, and there was not girl in
school swifter on foot. But she stood at
Mrs. Bope's gate, smelling the sweet
briar which climbed the house, filled
with aching dread that she could not
herself understand.
Marietta never asked anybody to lis
ten to What she had written. She
thought OF herself as two little girls, one
within the other. The outside girl was
q romping, hearty creature, very well
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satisfied with life on the playground .
The inside girl was eager for some world
of libraries and geutle-spoken men and
women; a world in which she might meet
and shyly gaze upon Nathaniel HaW-
thorne and Washington Irving and the
great poet, Lougfellow. The inside girl
hated to write in ladies' albums, and
ouly did so because Grandmother Brit
ties said 1t would be impolite TO refuse.
She did not expect anybody else 10 be
interested in what so delighted her. II
now seemed to be the inside girl who
hesitated at Mrs. Bope's gate, half
minded TO go back and stuff the baby
poem In some crack of the old trunk.
But Mrs. Bope saw her aud called her
into the cool dark house, pushed the
auburn hair off her warm forehead, and
set her down in a horsehair parlor chair.
There was always a smell of dried
flowers and leaf mold in Mrs. Bope 8
house, and the engravings on the walls
had q stained look like u high water
mark. Mrs. Bope played or a dulcimer
with a small hammer, and was in the
habit of singing many shrill, sad songs
TO the pecking of this instrument. She
was q pale young woman, and usually
wore suSHes Will Her uTesseS.
She asked about the Brittles family
and Marietta answered in the polite
phrases of the village, looking about the
darkened premises in vain for any traces
of paper.
81 brought the piece you asked me to
write, Mrs. Bope, - said Marietta, feel
ing her face scorch.
son; did you?' responded her hostess
-
women. "Then you may read it to
me-.
"No, ma am, can IT, said the little
TO read our compositions. But when We
don t have to don't like to. -
HThen l ought to say that you will
have to - smiled Mrs. Bope.
I'm just give it to you, and I'll go
out and sit in the culvert while you read
it. You can call me back If you want It
changed. ="
Mrs. Bope smiled unusually. She did
not oppose the small authors exit, and
presently smiled more through the win
dow at Mariettn's shoes and pantalettes
dangling down the eulvert's stone side.
Yet in quarter of an hour she called
the child and sobbed in the hall over the
auburn head that had instinctively
turned its face away from q mothers
sacred grief.
"Oh, you know just how I felt-it is
so strange for you to know just how !
feltih exclaimed Mrs. Bope, trying to
control herself. al am going to put the
piece in baby's box of clothes with his
playthings and all. -
al wish / had brought Il before, -
thought Marietta, awed by such tribute.
"Thank you so much for writing 1t, -
continued Mrs. Bope, drying her eyes.
"You're welcome entirely, Mrs.
Bope. But don't you want it changed
any?"
''No. called you back to have some
OF my sponge cake and peaches. / in
tend to buy something pretty for you.
What shall Il be?''
Marietta had made up her mind dur
ing the moments she stood In the hall
that she could not take pay for this liter
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''Poultice it bv all means, If Beauty will sub
NIT TO it. / assure you, Martin, that never use
the knife where iaIseed will do the business
Is one of the most solemn tenets of the medical
profession"
John and Mt the circumstances tina had con-
Gpired TO move him 10 make goose OF himself,
CHAPTER XIV DIR. JOHN Is BROUGHT TO BAY.
Martins wrath subsidized, and DR.. John grew
serious, as he refined his horse in new place,
couple of blocks back of the business center.
Here Martini he said, handing the boy
stout leather purse, "go to the Oakland savings
bank this time. Have it made out to the same
person; 90 you remember And give in any
name yon choose; better a woman's. Don't
wait moment after you are through. ~
Everything favored Martins purpose. 1t was
half an hour after the time OF opening, and
there were few people in bank. He paid in the
money and saw it counted and handed over for
deposit IN the vault. The draft was made out
and about 10 be placed in the boys hands, when
an electric bell sounded.
Just excuse me moment, - said the young
man who was waiting on Martin, and he stepped
into an inner Office
The boys keen ears caught the sound Of low
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voices in consultation there. He was half dis
posed TO try to slip out of the building upper
ceived but bis feet seemed frozen to the spot.
His mind seemed blank. He wished with all
his heart that DR.. John had instructed MIN as to
what he should do in case of serious trouble.
There was stir in the glass offie The clerk
reappeared, accompanied by the president, and
oh, horrorl Col. Marshall.
Col. Marshall cody possessed himself Of the
draft and fixed his hawk-liEe eyes on Martin.
NOW, young man, ;" he said, make clean
breast of it and save us further trouble. Who
gave you this money?n
Nancy Brown" replied Martin, faithful to
his trust, although he shook from head to foot.
Nancy Brown" repeated the colonel, satiri-
cally. This reads susan Brown!'
81 meant meant to say Susan, - insisted the
wrelched Martin. NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. calls
herself Nancy, you know"
"oh, she does, does she?'' commented The
colonel, with very uncomfortable emphasis on
the pronoun.
Now, Martini he urged, speaking kindly
and personal---very., Gown up that DR.. John sent
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you, or look me in the eye and tell me that he
did not
u can't tell you that he did when he didn't,
can I?'' persisted the lad, trying hard to meet
The keen eyes and ignobly failing.
There 4 brief silence. Martin felt that
cheeks, but he pursued his momentary vantage.
'sIf you would please give me that paper.
cir. Mrs. Brown is waiting for it, and she is in
q hurry
With quick movement he caught up the pa
per as the ColoneI's fingers unwiilingiy relaxed
their hold upon it. He walked with dignity to
the door but when he found himself outside he
dashed down the steps and ran swiftly up the
SIR ct, feeling rather than hearing pursuers at
his back
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cal lectures all afioat in the stories his
daughter had written around them.
Marietta could not afford paragraphs.
She wrote in one thick block, punctust-
ing nicely. but making no breaks for
conversation. She could only admire
the spacing of tales in print, and muse
on the wealth of writers. People who
wrote like that must have loads of pa
per. To this little girl riches took the
form OF creamy, smooth stacks of fools
cap. Once her cousin from college
made her an heiress with all his scraps
of pink blue, green, buff and ivory
white note paper. Such golden days
come seldom in lifetime. She ought
to have hid some of this windfall and de-
MED herself the lavish use OF IL, so the
HKnight and the Lady, would not have
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HHulH. IL 10 uhiu ~ W
years old and an orphan and the genius
of your town all at once. For when You
are eleven, particularly if you are an
orphan, people have ceased to call you u
dear little thing. Only your father and
mother know what you need much more
than food and clothes.
To be praised at school and be called
poetess by ladies with albums may be
fine thing. But genius at eleven is a
lonesome animal with crying wants which
the people around him do not hear.
The attic echoed that cry, of which 1t
was, perhaps, as tired rs Marietta's
folks down stairs: 'Oh, l do wish
bad some paper!'
One golden day when the schoolmaster
praised her compositions. grandfather
Brittles had put his hand into his pocket
and bought her five foolscap sheets.
They were an oily blue kind which took
ink reluctantly, but she made book out
of them, "The Hermitess of Marston
Moor 1t lay now in the old trunk by
the side of a tau-colored epic written on
wrapping paper and called 1.-the Indian
Poetess. Her Golfer of treasures also
held q number of poems, and short sto-
ries varying in length from one inch TO a
quarter of a yard. Besides, her fathers
leather note books were there, his medi-
Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-08-10

EN- years before the
news of the nomina-
ton of James Polk
for president flashed
as the first message
over the first electric
t 9 | Q e ra D b line
stretched in the Uni
ted States the follow
ing sentence was
printed in the AmerI-
can Magazine for
1884. Every one OF
US hears and reads OF
news by telegraph
from day to day with
Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-08-10

H, if I only had some
paper!'' whispered
Marietta Brittles ris-
ing from beside the old
hair trunk in h er
grandfathsr's garnet.
Once upon a time abe
had found q three-cent
piece in q crack of that
trunk. But half a
Saturdays pro bin g
with q knitting-nesdle
tailed to find such
IL 10 bord to no a1avan
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that handwriting if came across it on a papy-
rus in an Egyptian tomb. It's unmistable."
Then why don't you % straight to has house,
uncle, and corner him tnere?'
There you have me, Hobart. There is an
element Of uncertainty. What could say
VIVA. should do-n it shouldn't be the right
man, after all?''
81 don't see anything for it, Uncle Robert,
but Tor you TO come down with attack OF the
govt and send for him; though how you could
be justified in contracting it on such fare as We
have at that stuffy old tavern
Then there is the danger that at any moment
he may take fright and make off TO Mexico or
Japan, putting 10 endless expense and
trouble pursued the colonel, seriously.
For, row that I've got on his track at last :,
III never give up until I've got him
Martin, in that instant, came to stern 1880
luton:
he would warn the doctor
The time was coming for that dreaded semi
quite hardened to it by this time and looked
upon his part in the errand as a disagree6ble
duty that he was glad TO discharge; but he knew
1t would never do to undertake the trip under
the colonel's sharp inspection.
Yet he had not the heart TO show any reluct-
ance when the doctor hailed him, saying:
Well, Martin, ready for long ride to-mor-
rowe
why, certainly-of course, DR., John
stammered the young fellow.
81 want to make an early start six O'Clock
at the latest. Be sure to be on hand. -
Martin secretly hoped that he might wake up
sick the next morning, that DR.. John might
have an urgent call from some patient in an
other county; that his horse might cast shoe
anything TO prevent the engagement from being
kept; but none of these fatalities occurred.
They started at the appointed time.
Martin decided that the time for reserve, the
time for all false delicacy, had gone by. The
doctor must be brought to a realizing sense of
his position and the danger in which he stood.
It would be a sin to keep silence any longer.
But how difficult it is to talk plainly to friend
and on such a subject.
Six separate times the boy nerved himself 10
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SOME CURIOUS TELEGRaPHs.

BY II. II. Ballard, President of the AgassiI
Association.
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A PAPER FAMINE

BY Mary HartwelI Catherwood.
Author of 1.-The Romance of Dollard." etc.
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NE day Martin followed
the two strange gentle
men up stream, TO give
them q basket of peaches
they had engaged. he
heard their voices floating
out OF q leafy covert.
1.-Two weeks time al
ready gone, and not so
much as a square look at
this DR.. John yet!' The
colonel spoke impatient
ly.
"Yet you felt sure he
was the man that day we
met him on the road-fast
as he drove. and with his
ha. pulled down over his
face, )" said the lieuten-
an.
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Probably no system of practice ever employed
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PERSONAL.

G. N. Graves, of Ontario, is at the
Nadeau.
AT. johnson, OF Washington, is at
the Westminster.
J. M. Davies of the Depot railway has
returned from San Francisco.
Mr.. and Mrs. J. D. Fry, of San Fran
cisco, are at the Westminster.
Mr.. and Mrs. George P. Whitelaw, Of
st. Louis, are at the Holenbeck.
Mr.. and Mrs. J. w. Hensley, Of
Helena, Mont, are at the Westminster.
q San Franciscans at the Nadeau are !:
r. j. Shepherd, l.. McMellory and E..
Mack.
San Franciscans at the Hollenbeck are
j. Miller, S. Walterhouse and Nat
Jacobs.
Captain A. F. Mackay, who has been
for the first time.
George Amerige, of Fullerton, was
one OF the delighted attendants at the
opera yesterday afternoon.
Walter S. Mellick, former real estate
agent of this city and now a rancher
near Lancaster, is in the city on visit.
Mrs. A. H. Fox, of San Bernardino, is
spending the holidays with her daugh-
ter, Mrs. j. Roster, 529 West Second
street.
Mr.. and Mrs. Lionel Browning, of
Fullerton, were in the city yesterday
and enjoyed The Bohemian Girl at the
theatre.
Rev. T. P. Childs, L. H. Green, M. D.,
and wife and two children, of Troy, o.,
and Miss Boyington, OF Franklin, o.,
arrived at Los Angeles on the 10 O'Clock
train last night and are at the Arcade
hotel