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The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
ROMANCE OF THE SKIPPER.
He Tells Why It Was He Called His
Boat yVin}frod

Ao AeAs why IL was He Called HIS
Boat Winifred.
Captain George Pruden of the oyster
sloop Winifred sat in his bat at the
Lewis Shorehouse dock at Bridgeport,
Conn, the other day in reminiscent
mood. eyes, it's pretty name for
pretty boat" he said, "and it will do
me good to tell my story to a friend.
The name is that of a woman who
changed my entire life for me. l once
had a splendid home in the White
mountains, but I would not change
back to the old life again. had
money then, you see, and I had this
little boat built up at New London
and kept her there so that I could come
down in the summer and spend
month or so on the water. Winifred
was my old sweetheart. That's how
the name came to be painted on the
little craft there. 1t was painted on
there when we were sweethearts. She
used to go to New London also to
spend part of the summer, and this
little boat was named after her, and
she used to sit in the stern there at the
tiller, every inch sailor, tell you.
We were going to be married when we
returned to our mountain homes that
last year about the first of the new
year. A month before the marriage
day she went away to visit an aunt, so
she told me, and never saw her after
ward. While we were at New Lon
don that summer she met a young fell
low who was on yacht. He courted
her and she encouraged him. 1 trust
ed her, and she proved false. My home
up the mountains was not home after
that, and I sold out all of my things
and came down to New London and
looked after this little boat. I live on
the water now and earn my living with
the other men of the sea. Here is her
picture. You may have it. The boat
Is the only remembrance of her l care
to have"
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
What She Must Know.

In a little book of social chatter.
comment and advice, which can hardly
be called a book of etiquette, says the
New York Commercial Advertiser, but
contains many sly reproaches and adj
monitions to those who consider them
selves "the elect" the author says of
the modern girl: What about ac-
complishments? Well, thank goodness,
the piano is going out of fashion for
girls in the best circles. They are
taught just enough of it to let them
find out whether or not they have
taste for it; if not, it is given up. to
the great easement of humanity. In
the same way drawing and painting
are no longer considered indispensable
to the equipment of girl living her
life. Her chief accomplishments are
Walking and tennis playing. To speak
French is not exactly regarded as an
accomplishment nowadays any moro
than gloves are considered luxury.
Fluent French has become a necessity
in social life Of any status
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
hat
Mysterious
Major.

swered, with a vague sense of wonder.
II cannot think how missed It,"
ooh, easily should imagine" was
the prompt reply. Among so many.
it is no difficult matter to miss one.
Still, as this has come to light, had
you not better see If there are any
more?"
Perhaps I had" answered Evelyn,
wrinkling up her forehead perplex-
eddy.
She was turning to the table once
more, when hand was laid with a
somewhat familiar gesture upon her
arm and a voice said:
"Good morning, Miss Eve. Her lady
ship has sent me to find you. What
are you doing here?"
"Only trying to sort these letters.
Have you been for yours yet?"
"No; prefer my breakfast first.
Letters are not always calculated to
improve ones appetite. But come
Lady Howard wants to know what
your opinion is of the weather. She
thinks it is too hot for that drive
which we were talking about"
every we'll. am coming; but
She rfNssitated a second, and then
glanced quickly toward Major Brown.
"Thank you very much" and, with a
graceful little inclination Of her head.
she turned to follow Gilbert Falkland,
who had stood watching the proceed
ings with a distinct shadow of annoy
ance upon his face.
"Who on earth is that fellow, Miss
Luttrell?" was the immediate inquiry.
Evelyn gazed down thoughtfully at
the address upon her letter.
echo answers 'Who?' 1t is a ques-
ton myself was just going to ask
you. All that know of him is that
he was having his dinner alone late
last evening when went to get Sambo
a bone, and that he handed me this a
moment ago."
"And yet you were thanking him as
if he had done you the greatest service
upon earth!" said Falkland, accom-
panying his remark with steady, pen
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07

the ill-luck to have occasion to speak
this morning" protested Falkland,
strolling up to the window and gazing
out with all the air of man who was
at home in her ladyship's private sit
ting room.
ITO speak? My dear Eve, what have
you been doing?" asked Lady Howard
in alarm.
Nothing, Aunt LYDIA" answered.
Miss Luttrell, with decided little
shake Of her head. do not agitats
yourself, please! 1t is onl5 Mr.. Falk-
land who is piling up the agony now.
This poor innocent man w.o has such
wicked designs on us only handed me
this letter"-throwing down the hap
less-looking note upon the table
"that Is all"
"And, as an old friend, knowing
what Thoroughbred scoundrels habit
ually frequent places of this descrip-
ton, l have advised her to avoid him
for the future
Exactly" agreed her ladyship.
Zone cannot be too careful or exclu-
sive at hotel where one encounters
the same person day after day. Who
is this man that spoke to you, Eve?"
ooh, ask Mr.. Falkland" answered
Evelyn in a deprecating tone. "He
evidently knows more about him than
do, if he had the benefit of his soci-
ETY. in the billiard room last evening,
and perhaps-who knows?-joined him
in some of his high play"
Falkland accepted the little taunt
with an air of praiseworthy compla-
cency, and turned calmly to Lady
Howard.
well. I believe he goes by the ele-
CANT name of Brown That is vague
enough, you would think: but his ad-
dress of London only-Brown of Lon
don-is wagner STILL"
Yes, indeed; anybody would have
difficulty in tracing him. But that re-
minds me. AS you came in, 1 was
Just reading in the paper that. Do
sit down, though, Mr.. Falkland, and
have some breakfast"
ooh, no, thank you! have Just
told Henry to have some ready for me
In the coffee room; so I will not keep
you from yours. But you were say
ing
only that they fancy they have at
last found a clue to the whereabouts
of that man who committed those fear
full forgeries about twelve months ago.
added Lady Howard, pouring out the
coffee and passing cup across to
Evelyn. "You remember the Beau
champ case, which made such COM
motion at the time?"
(To Be Continued
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
He has been employed in the B. & o.
for so years.

hearty old man, with keen, undimmed
eyes, and springy step that has been
in the continuous employ of the com
pany for so years and is still better
than many men half his age.
w. H. Green is his name, but every
body on the line calls him Captain
Harry" and he has a record that any
man, in any station in life, would be
more than proud of.
Captain Green is probably the old
est passenger conductor in the world.
If he is not he has the best record, for
not once has he been suspended from
duty for any cause whatever. And
then, too, he has never been injured.
Green was born on September IL, 1927.
in Cockeysville, Baltimore county, Nd,
and entered the B. & o. service March
3, 1850, as freight brakeman. He was
promoted in two years to freight con-
ductor and in 1857 was given a pas
senger train and has served in that
capacity ever since. He is now run
ming through trains between Baltimore
and Cumberland, Nd, and wears ten
service stripes on his right arm.
For many years B. & o. train em-.
ployes have had an enviable reputa-
ton for politeness to passengers and
attention to duty, and the adoption Of
the service stripe system will give the
travelling public an opportunity to rec
ognize long and faithful service.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07

etrating look into Miss Luttrell's face.
What do you mean?" A faint flush
deepened the color in Evelyns cheeks.
II thanked him, of course. Whoever
the man is, he is certainly a gentle
man"
ooh, yes, most probably!" rejoined
Falkland. ironically. II know the
stamp of fellow exactly. They always
haunt places of this kind"
A rather indignant little smile
crossed Evelyn's face.
These fellows" he proceeded. "are
the greatest humbugs imaginable.
They do the polite to the ladies all
day, play cards and billiards for the
heaviest stakes at night and through
the small hours of the morning, and
then at the end of fortnight they
quietly disappear with quite collec-
ton of jewelry, bank-notes and sundry
loose coins stored away carefully in
their portmanteaus. oh. Miss Luttrell,
you are sadly inexperienced in the
ways of the wicked world. If you take
my advice you will have nothing more
to say to that achable-looking
Individual"
Nothing to say to him? What do
you mean?" asked Evelyn. raising her
brows in establishment. II do not sup
pose that shall ever speak to him
again."
do you imagine that fellow did not
know whom he was addressing this
morning Certainly he did! 'Luttrell
is by no means a common name, and
directly he saw Miss Luttrell posted
in the visitors book he guessed no
doubt who you were and asked some
one to point you out to him, Conse-
quently he has taken the first oppor-
tunity of beginning an acquaintance,
which dare say he intends to follow
up as speedily as possible. All, Lady
Howard "-here he threw open the door
of the room which Evelyn had for
saken few minutes before-"I have
found your niece and brought her back
to you. Here she is"
"And, by way of improving the occa-
sion, he has been offering me little
of his valuable advice" announced
Evelyn. going up to Lady Howard and
bending down to kiss her as she sat
at the head of the breakfast table. still
ia handsome. good-looking woman, in
spite of the lines Of care across her
forehead and the silvery threads Of
hair distinctly visible beneath the soft
folds of her widows cap.
II was only cautioning your niece
M ! not play
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
FOOD is BETTER THAN TONES
Debilitated Energies DO Not Require tho
Stimulation of Drugs.

OoO1l1CACGd Energies DO MOI Mcguire Cn0
Stimulation of Drugs.
A professor in one of the many med
ical colleges of this city holds that
there is no need of buying and swal-
lowing advertised tonics, because they
accomplish no more than judiciously
selected diet will. The professor says
that spinach is richer in iron, which is
the basis of most tonics, than even the
yolk of an egg, while the latter con-
tains more than beef. The ordinary
dish of spinach and poached egg is a
tonic as potent as one in which iron
forms a part, without the harmful eff
feet of other ingredients that enter into
the medical compound. Plants i'm
bibe iron, and it is through them that
we should absorb it into our system.
That mineral is present largely in ap-
pies, lentils, strawberries, white beans,
peas, potatoes and most Of the red
fruits and vegetables. Stewed black
currants if taken daily in their season
will cure anaemia that has become
chronic. 1t is the experience of mar
liners that while lime juice is a pallia-
tive of scurvy, potatoes are a specific.
Nansen, in his voyage in the Fran,
had no occasion to resort to the medi-
cine chest. The concentrated form of
all the fruits and vegetables that his
men were accustomed to eat in Norway
was worth a shipload of drugs. 1t is
the first instance on record of the es-
cape of Arctic explorers confined on
shipboard from the ravages of scurvy
and it was due entirely to the tonic ef-
feet Of the food supplied.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
CHAPTER 11.-(continued.)

Great was his disappointment, how
ever, as he laid the book on the table
and opened it at the page at which it
mad begun to open naturally, to find
that, instead Of the strangers eyes
being riveted, as everybody's always
were, to the bottom of the leaf, where
the names Of Lady Howard and Miss
Evelyn Luttrell boldly confronted the
reader, with the full address appended,
they instantly wandered off to a few
lines above, where, in easily decipher-
able letters, was written Colbert Falk-
land"
Thank you; that will do" He
closed the book and pushed it aside.
Il am very sorry to trouble you, sir,
Nt'-and the waiter placed an ink
land and pens at his elbow-"per-
APPS you'd kindly add your name"
my name? Oh-yes-very well.''
He was staring somewhat abstract
IDLY through the window; but at the
equest he took up quill, dipped it
nto the ink, and was just beginning
ne line with rather awkward-look-
E IS, when -lse, suddenly paused
esitated a second, and. drawing hur-
edly through the capital, finally
Frote Major Brown, London" in
lear, 1egible characters.
A few minutes later Major Brown,
he designated himself, rose alb
tuptly from his chair, and, with his
hands in his pockets, was crossing the
room toward the door, when glimpse
Of a dainty lace handkerchief lying
half concealed beneath the folds of a
tablecloth attracted his notice. He
stopped to get it, and, glancing at the
monogram and crest embroidered in
one corner, was about to hand it to
one Of the walters to deliver it to it's
rightful owner, when faint smile for
the moment dispelled the frown which
had gathered upon his forehead, and.
without word, he quietly placed it in
the inside pocket of his coat.
My dear fellow, you are fool!" he
murmured to himself Fancy throw
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Inhunan Nature.

Chicago News: Mrs Neighbors-1
was very sorry, indeed, to learn VI
your sad loss, Mr.. Hayrix. You have
my deepest sympathy.
Mr.. Hayrix-Well, l calkerlate 1t war
purity sadlike. l had ten NV tn finest
hogs in this yer hull township, an
eight Nv ems deader'n door nail.
Mrs. Neighbors (horriied)-But l
was referring to the loss Of your wife.
MIR. Hayrix-Yaas, misfortun's never
ceW pear to come singerly. An 1
could "a sold them thar hogs for $50
head, tew.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
|ng away such an opportunity! This
{ least will be an excuse for one word
With the curly headed Divinity"
CHAPTER III.

The sun was streaming with all the
persistence of hot July morning sun
through the interstices of Venetian
blinds into large private sitting room
pn the ground floor of the Royal
Eeorge" as Evelyn Luttrell, looking
kdeltghtfully cool in pink cotton gown,
|put in her head at the open window
Ind surveyed the scene in astonish-
nent.
Nobody down? Are we really the
arst, after all?" she exclaimed, adj
dancing to the middle of the room and
g1ancing quickly from the table to the
FLOCK on the chimney-piece. We'll,
Eambo. it is of no use waiting. We
may as well go and see if there are any
letters for us this morning."
AS she spoke she opened the door
and passed out into the cool, softly
earpeted corridor, which seemed, after
HE heat and glare Of the beach, where
bhe and the poodle had been having a
run, a perfect paradise in contrast.
Swinging her hat carelessly in her
hand. she hurried along toward the
liable where the morning delivery of
letters was always to be found.
A tall, military-l man in a
tight gray shooting-suit was standing
usually surveying the post as Evelyn
anne up to it and rapidly scanned the
Inherent addresses. Her scrutiny was
unsuccessful, however. Neither her
bwn nor her aunt's name met her eyes
Upon any Of the envelopes, and she
had turned away and was about to
cross the hall. when a voice suddenly
larrested her footsteps.
II beg your pardon!"
The words, spoken in singularly
courteous tones and accompanied by a
slight but most chivalrous bow, made
her pause in some amazement, to be-
hold the wearer of the light shooting
suit, who had apparently been as
deeply engrossed in the contents of the
.Royal George" post-bag as herself.
advancing toward her.
"But is not this for you? You must
have overlooked it. fancy"
Evelyn glanced quickly at the en-
velope which he was offering to her,
directed indisputably to herself. and
then, looking up. found herself encoun-
cred by the very same pair of gray
remembe meeting
80 tob 1o~n&
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07

Early this fall the management of
the B. & 0. r. R. decided that the uni
formed force should be provided with
service stripes, and on the winter uni
forms each man has one or more gold
stripes on his right sleeve if he has
been in the service for five or more
years. The gold stripe stands for i've
years continuous employment by the
company and glance over the list
develops an interesting and instructive
condition of affairs.
The ordinary man, in peaceful and
uneventful vocation, is seldom in con-
tinuous service for forty years, yet on
the B. & o. r. r. there is hale and
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
How 1t Happened.

"Shure, jedge, OF mates Finnigan on
tn sthrate, an, seq Oh to him, seq OF,
'Finnigan, does yez moind tn carr
ridge feminist us?'
"'Oi do thot,' seq he.
Tonne was, Finnigan,' SEE OF,
'whin OF rode in me own cartridge
seq OF.
"'Wid yer mither pushin' it, SEE Fin
nigan sarcastic loike. An wild thot
Oh oop an pushed me fisht into his
face. PLACE tn coort Baltimore
American.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Hard Work,

II want something ter eat VERY
badly, SIR whined the grimy tramp
to the gentleman.
II don't know about that" said the
gentleman, cycling the tramp with dis
gust; but you want wash very bad
ly. Why don't you wash yourself?"
"Well," growled the tramp, "if l
washes meself, wot'll yer gimme?
amt a-goin' ter work ard fer moth
in'."-Nuggets.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
An Active younester.

The moment that a young crocodile
breaks its shell it is to all intents and
purposes as active as at any time our
ing its life. 1t will make straight for
the water, even if it be out of sight
and a good distance off, and it will pur-
sue its prey with eagerness and agility
during the first hour of its free exist
ence.,
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
OUR BUDGET OF FUN.
SOME GOOD JOKES. ORIGINAL
AND SELECTED.
A Variety of Jokes, Gibes and Ironlss,
Original and Selccted-Flotsam and
Jetsam from tho Tide of Humor-
Witty Sayings.
Man Who Told the Truth.

There was a man who said. one day,
Unto himself: Hereafter I
Shall not be base enough to say
A single word that is lie;
The truth I'll tell to each and all,
To high and low and great and small!"
And SO lie bravely started out,
His heart was strong his spirit bold;
OF all the things he talked about
The truth and nothing else was told;
He scorned the tricks of speech
through which
Men make themselves adored and rich.
He told the whole truth, nothing more,
And when they bore him home that
night,
His face was battered up and sore,
And he was what is called a sight,
He'd lost his job, his friends We're few,
But he had learned thing or two.
From the Chicago Times Herald.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Where She Was Foolish,

II wish now" shrieked the angry
young wife, Il wish now, Frederick
Harrison, you had married Edith Mac
mahon instead of me! That's what
Wish!'
Il would have married her." yelled
the Infatuated husband, "only she
wouldn't have me, and you would"
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Poor Consolation.

New York Journal: Stone walls 90
not prison make" quote the prison
visitor.
Maybe not" said the convict, "but
they make 1t darned hard fer Teller
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Evidently a Liar.

Weary Willie-He says he was once
an actor and got fifty week! Do yer
believe it? Frosted Feeter-Naw! II
he'd ever been an actor he'd have said
he got two hundred and fifty pert
Puck.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
A Rodent wire-walker.

There is rat IN Memphis which
gives a slack wire exhibition every
evening. He gives his performance at
about the same time each evening and
he generally mas guile a crowd out to
see him. The rodeAt crosses Front
street every evening about 7:so walk
ing on telegraph wire. He has done
~ 1nifS CITY times & more and seems
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Not What She Meant.

Philadelphia Bulletin: $50 you have
given up your music since you got
married. Mrs. Mango?"
"Oh, yes; seem to have forgotten
all ever knew about harmony"
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07

In the new Telephone Company's
Exchange of Indianapolis is large
tank filed with sand. It is SO arrang-
ed that the sand can be sifted to any
part of the building to effestually
smother fire.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
He Knew It Meant Business.

"Dld you ever meet woman whose
very voice thrilled you with unspeak-
able emotion?"
Eyes; that's the way my mother used
to make me rise in the morning
Stray Stories.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Polite Attention.

Prospective Boarder-Do get all the
comforts of home?
Mrs. Hammond-Yes. sir. Home
made food and an experienced physi-
clan always on hand.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07

Marshal Lances was q carpenter'ss son
and himself an apprentice
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07

Kind Old Man-Ah, going to school,
boys?
Duet-Huh, do we look like we wuz
off to de circus?
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Six Feet Of Debutante.

Miss Mercedes De Laski, one Of the
latest London debutantes. is six feet
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
Better Left Upsaid,

After he had kissed her and pressed
her rosy cheek against his and patted
her soft, round chin, she drew back
and asked.
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07

Paris is to hare autobile firs-sneinea
The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1899-12-07
rye, do you shave yourself?"

II thought So" she said. "Your face
is the toughest l ever"
Then she stopped. but it was too
late, and he went away with cold
heavy lump in his breast.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1899-05-11

The cattle theft cases were all
put off until tomorrow after which
the state of Texas, through Justice
Henry, will make further inquiry as
to the defendants in the cases,
The evidence of Ben Jones is taken
down and it will make a volume, as
to how he and his white confeder-
ates ran cattle out of the bottom
and slaughtered them here for the
market. We learn the prosecution
will introduce several other wit
nesses before the trial is ended.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1899-05-11
Died.

Last night Mr.. Harry Hardinburg-
er, an employe of the Iron Noun
tain, died at this place after a few
days of sickness.
Mr.. Hardinburger had just reach
ed the age of 81 and, was at work
under his uncle, Mr.. Buck who is
foreman of the Iron Mountain
round house and repair shop, and
had entered the employment of the
road with the expectation Of maxi
ing a inachinist of himself, when
sickness came upon him and then
death, His remains were taken in
charge by Undertaken Charles
Reeves and shipped to Denison to-
day, where they will he inferred.
The Daily Texarkanian., 1899-05-11
Federal Court,

Federal court has been engaged
on several civil cases since Tues
day among them the case of John
Carmichael vs. several defendants
of this city. The court dismissed
the case on demurrer, and Mr. Car.
michael will now have to renew the
suit against the city.
A case against John H. Gilbreach
charged with cutting timber, the
case suspended, the defendant
promising good behavior in the
future.
The case of Gage VS. Shuptrine
for false imprisonment, in which he
asked for damages, was decided in
favor of defendant Shuptrine.
The case of Martin VS. K. G. P. &
G. road for SO, 900 damages is now
occupying the courts attention.