The Van Buren press., 1895-03-16
FORGET-MErNOITS.
Hh6 SSosy Of tho Stub Mnd OF .
Traaedy.

Mr.. BilBo,i propristor Of the Ralbo
hotel, Of Reicherville,, Tex, has in his
possession some wellywor1i,, weil.s
marked Bcolts which tell a stery very
different from auytlAins tlsas might be
sesd ON their printed pages. Thsv tell
that tkc stsrly end Of tragedy burned
ftself out y few months ago on
shese Tc1&s prc1nilses - tae stub
end cf . life which IN It's beHtmp
ming must surely have been full
ef mosc than usual hops and promise.
Robert Henderson is the nome written
tn tfese beelsss or, at any rate,, IL will
do tast as we'll ~ II ID wers. If Isiaould
give the CORRECT Name, there IL at least
one person IN the werid wko,. IL slte
sasoald see these Rnes, would hnd life
darker for kspin9 read thesn.. That
person h his noSher.. DoubSless it il
tafk enoueh foy her as IL is aad for
ker sake fnd IL conwenient TO forget
She rcHl Aane on the ag-leaces Of the
Bool<s at the Bilbo house.
ONe Of These books is eheaplg hound
copy Of rennyson's poens. 10 has been
we'll tkaanbedy hut tine only passage
sh&s has been mafked IL this one trom
sLocksFcy Halls"
1fcaAe,nSss ono VINO persisted, swesslg ctd s,s
lcok aAd move
eao8 m ono DO remember, whom 10 look ~
wxs 20 lows.
Another one Is "a Oxford Efblex
which shows by iss Inscription that it
w&s presented To Robert Henderson by
his mother on hls twenty fifth BIRTH
dAy, In 'S7. THIS others are all OF a
Hsusicxf h&tafes contafning orssorios.
TtAlfsn operas and other compositions
ef the highest and most classical order.
All Of these were formerly the prop
ertg OF Henderson, bat when he got
b&dIy behind with hls board bill, and
Mr. Bilbo had TO sell His trunks and
books TO satisfy the account, these were
Jeff over from the sale The Tennyson
Aad She BIble were kept by Grandpa
Eilho, becaase he supposed they wonld
likely be- especially priced by his forrn~
er bo@rdeft Accordingly, he laid thera
away 10 keep antil Henderson should
cell for thenss He IL still waitings and
will likely continue waiting for a long,
long time yet-in fact, Gill that most
tenacious Of cascodianss the grave,
shall give up the prisoners which IL
k04ds ft WAS a good generous mn.
pulse thas pseapSed Grsadpa Bilbo to
espe these two books for Henderson,
But with the music books IL was other
wisss He kept these simply because
nk<U< k~s.,x
rfobRbly have sold q few copies Of Cos
pei Hymns or Harvest Bells IL he had
tried littles but the market for operas
ofstoYios in northwest Texas IL far
from active,
Robert Henderson Arst came 10 Bel
chc7villc ia 1891, and At once began
boarding at the Bilbo house. He never
sshsosseht IL necessary to explain where
he came from or what his purpose had
been IN leaving there His occupation
seemed to consist principally IN trying
TO find out how much whisky man
e~a drink without ever beeon-
ing actually and beastly drunk. He
was tall ra@eniAcently nsase Young
fellow, with q short, black beard COW
erihg the whole Of his rather fntellec-
ta&l face. His clothes were rich and
stylish IN appearance, bat we'll worn
and withalrssfer scant in quantity, He
eeeEaed TOO much wrapped up In his
books Snd his own reflections to care
mach for she confidence or even the
society Of his fellows.
The frst thing about him 70 attract
the enf&vor3ble notice OF the Belcher-
viIle people was his condoct at the
graveyard on one occasion when q lit
tle child was being buried there. For
some reason he had gone with the lit
tie procession TO the burial place, but
instead Of standing near the grave TO
hear the burial services he wandered
of into one corner by himself No one
paid any attention 10 him for awhile,
but finally one Of the hystanders hap
peaed TO glance in his direction.
''Sayl Look At that fellow theref" he
called out, harriedly, but In an under
tone, 50 a. mot 70 interrapt the service,
Whats he kicking them graves for7'
Henderson was stamping on a low,
ponly-kept mound with all his might,
kicking IL and digging his boot heels
Into IL ~ II bent ON oblitersting what
slight elevation there WAS 10 IL. Ey
this time three OF four men had noticed
him, and hurriedly leaving the little
group OF mourners they strobe quietly
over 10 where he WAS. Henderson saw
them coming and faced round At them
defisut1y.
Say, partner" said one. In an earn
est undertone, that won't do"
Whist won't7s
t'Ruinin' that baby's grave"
1T isn't your baby, is it2'
no, you bet II amt. You'd have
been In - before this II It had been.
It's poor widderwofnan's baby though,
and II you set foot on it, grave again
you'll have this here crowd to lick.
What's the matter with yer, anyway"
The speaker began 10 edge forward
IN rather threatening manner, but
Henderson stood his ground well.
'Itwasn't the grave was kicking.
II was those deviiish things on H."
"What things7"
"Those'" said Henderson. "a he point
ed tho toe Of his boot toward some little
blue flowers that lay half buried In the
mud and dirt into which they had been
crushed.
whats the matter with them9'
with them? They're forgetme-
nots," exclaimed Henderson through
his elcnched teeth. Then In n perfect
paroxysm Of fury he stamped upon the
Little blue flowers again and again 10