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Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
Very Effective,

There is an elderly man in the city
who, like many others. is so good-na-
tured that it requires considerable ef-
tort to bring him to the point of do
ing anything for his own house. There
are number of things that he always
has on the program to do. but never
quite gets to the point OF doing. The
family decided this summer that sew
eral of the window screens had so
many holes In them that they must
be replaced, but the weeks have gone
by, and the old screens still do serv-
ice. The mistress of the house was
heard demonstrating with her hus-
band one day this week.
John" she said, what's the use
of those screens, any way? There
might just as well be none at all,
there are so many holes in them"
No" said John. plausibly. those
screens are all right. There are so
many holes that IL confuses the flies.
I've seen flies that couldn't tell
whether they were in or out, they be-
came so confused with that SCREEN"
Lowell Courier.
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04

time Miss Boyd noticed that the small
hands were shrunken ana misshapen
and lay on the bed as ii lifeless.
The child looked at them with q
sad little smile. "Muttcr says they
will not always be so. she said
Some day shall go to Gods country
and He will touch my poor hands and
make them all well. Then | can gath.
er violets for myself-when I'm in
Gods country"
Many a day after this found Miss
Boyd by the bedside of the little suf-
ferer, and the violets always came
with her. There was only one thing
the little one loved better than the
violets, and that was her fathers vio-
lin.
He was a stolid old German with
sleepy blue eyes-sleepy except when
he was bending over little sister or
his beloved violin. Then he seemed
transformed. and world of love and
tenderness shone in his face Play
about the country. water" little sister
would say when her pain was very
great, and Miss Boyd would close her
eyes and listen to brooks babbling
through green meadows. the glad
voices of birds and the low grooming
of summer winds. She could almost
smell the violets and see the blue OF
June skies as the man breathed the
country into his violin. And gradu.
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04

the great Danes yawred. shook him
self. and disappeared.
| well, don't care II | do. Dad,
being as I don't get around this way
often"
! AS Dad was putting the meal on the
table, Tige came bounding in through
the open door At the same moment
the screech of an owl was plainly
heard. Dad dropped his pipe and
rushed to the door. revolver in hand
Suddenly. he heard to the right of him.
the repeated cry of the owl, 1t was
an imitation. He turned to reach for
his rife. As he did so, Long Jim
hurled himself upon the man. whose
hospitality he had accepted, like a
thunderbolt and struck him twice with
the butt end Of a revolver. A blind
rage possessed Dad He grasped Jim
by the throat and. as he frightened
his hold. he was almost deafened by
a report and simultaneously felt a
slant Dad floored his antagonist and
threw his weapon twenty feet away.
He felt hand upon his arm and a
small voice said in his ear, mo, No!
don't Tim, don't. He isn't worth it,
Dad held his antagonist down and
knocked his head on the ground. with
out taking heed to the small sacred
voice by his side. You sneak, vaga-
bond, viper know you at last. Not
content with wrecking my life. You
must hound me all over the race of
the globe, Jim Woodbrook, | shall
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
An August Day.

Flood-tide on the topmost hills,
Flood-tde in the valley path,
Flood-tide where the summer Wills
And August her pleasure hath.
oh. many a fathom deep.
And leagues to the ea Vt and west,
The glens and the meadows sleep
Meath oceans, of dreamless rest.
And under their waves abide
The cares that we put away:
All. measure who can hide the tide
Where slumbers an August day,
Frank Walcott HUT. in New Orleans
Times Democrat
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04

heart ache, but once seen in a little
child haunt forever
Miss Boyd leaned over and kissed
the white forehead. Il have come, lit
tie sister" she said
The child smiled family. "Ah. IL is
the good teacher she said. II knew
you would come. and then her eyes
wandered hungrily to some sweet
wood violets which Miss Boyd wore
Taking them from her belt. the teacher
said with simple smile, Would you
like them? My boys and girls bring
me some every day. and ! should like
TO share with you" The glad light
which flashed into the child's eyes
showed that they could speak a Ian
guage other than pain. Il cannot
hold them" she said; please put them
Oh my pillow" and hen for the first
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04

ally the lines of pain on the child $
face would disappear and only the sad
eyes told the story of anguish
1t is always So" said her mother
The waters violin can soothe her bet.
ter than anything else, But it will not
be long ere the great Water takes her
in His arms and soOthes her forever"
y week had passed and Miss Boyd
had not called at the house, when one
day Freddy said. Miss Boyd. our little
sisters going to die. and mother wants
YOU 10 come tonight if YOU can" Miss
Boyd found wonderful change in the
little child. The look of pain and suf-
fering had gone from the eyes. and in
its place was a light which only the
whispers OF messengers from Gods
country could have brought.
She does not suffer" said the moth.
er. The doctor says she will go to-
night and we wanted you"
And so the mother and father and
the good teacher sat by the bedside
watching and waiting while little sis.
ter passed into the silent land Only
the textbook of the clock and the
shortened breathing of the child broke
the stiffness Of the room.
Suddenly she half raised herself.
"The country" she said. and trenl-
blingly the water took his violin-but
alas. the babbliug of the brook had
the sound of tears running through it;
the songs of the birds were hushed
and sad; the low grooming of the
winds was changed to sobs and
means. All the anguish of the faith
er's breaking heart was voiced in
his violin. The music ended with
a crash. and leaning over the little
misshapen hands, the strong man
wept.
Never mind. water" whispered the
child, the good God will not let YOU
forget the gladness-some day you
will play it again" and with a little
sigh she slipped from the arms of the
weeping earthly father into the arms
of the Heavenly Father-into Gods
country
Our little sister is all well now"
said Freddy to his schoolmates the
next week. "Mutter says she runs
in the meadows and gathers violets
for herself now-away up there in
Gods country"
Tho pIadnacc has ppt vat con,a b,cl,
to the yaters violin. Sometimes,
though, there is little throb of Joy,
like a laughing spirit struggling to be
free, and the mutter will say, with
tears in her eyes. "Ach, the gladness
some day ne will play il again"
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
Stood gazing at the little stranger.

Stood gazing at the little stranger.
have to kill YOU" he said in voice
terrible, in its unnatural calmness.
''Woodbrook. shall have to kill you"
| he repeated. His face was white, his
/ lips set. and the grey eyes seemed to
| fash fire
mo, Tom. please don't" implored
the voice. and the pressure on his
arm increased.
! Dad turned his head and glanced at
/ the speaker for an instant. the sight
/ OF whom seemed almost to overcome
| him. He trembled in every limb and
shook as if with the palsy. Long jim
/ took advantage of the opportunity,
Dad seemed to forget his presence.
| He stood gazing at the little stranger
attired in a buckskin suit. with som.
| brero and high boots. while long hair
waved over the shoulders. Blood was
/ issuing from the strangers side. and
faint smile lit up the pale counter.
ance
Dad did not realize his peril until
he felt the muzzle of a rifle pressed
against his temple Before he could
turn he heard the angry growl Of
| Tige and the thud of body falling
to the ground When he did turn he
saw Jim lying upon his back. with the
great Dane standing over him.
Hattie, for Gods sake. how did
you ever come here. and in that
garb?" he exclaimed turning to the
! figure in the buckskin suit.
Don't, jim. don't be harsh | am
dying The bullet that Jim intended
to end your life has cut the brittle
thread of mine, and | am not sorry.
Tom, If you will only forgive me.
know I do not deserve your forgive
ness. but il will make death easier.
Will you forgive me. Tom?"
Yes. Hattie. How did you come
here?"
ut is a long story, part Of which
you know too well After you dis
covered Jim with his arm around me
that day, | was almost heartbroken at
your leaving without even word.
But Jim at last persuaded me that
would make him a better wife than |
could YOU and that you never de-
served a wife anyway. He gambled
away the money you left me and then
compelled me to go to Australia with
him. where he came in touch with the
bushrangers. In the course OF time
| was put In command of the gang,
and jim went from camp to camp
setting up his tent, distributing whis.
ky and spottng those who had the
dust. then we would swoop down
upon the victims and relieve them OF
their metal. | grew tired of jim. and
my love went out for you, Tom. but
I did not know where you were. My
only desire was to make fortune
and return to California to live in
dependent the rest of my days.
would not have recognized that Dad
of Last Chance was my Tom, il
failing fast. Tom. Promise me you
will not stain your hands with that
mans blood. Have no fear Of the
have ordered them to their
rendezvous. Tom, say You forgive
me-" AS the speech ended the figure
swayed; but Dad caught her in his
arms and pressed her to his bosom.
yes. Hattie. forgive you. My poor
Hattie"
A faint smile crossed her face and
she closed her eyes in the last long
sleep =,
"Tige, stand back. Jim Woodbrook.
give you until six o'clock tomorrow
10 leave Last Chance: If in the morn
ing find you In the camp. you are
J dead man" said Dad, as he tenderly
carried the mortal rem aims of his wife
INTO the cabin.
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
Loves Dream.

Before my vision dances
form Of grace divine.
whose loveliress enhances
The rapture that is mine:
The fairest Of all fancies,
Loves dearest gift and besti
Give me but this
one dream of bliss:
The world may have the rest
Like melody her voice is:
Her face like morning fair;
And all my heart rejOices
Because her love is there;
What dream of dreams so choice is
So strangely sweet and true?
Give me but this
one dream OF bliss:
Sweetheart, the dream OF Won.
Frank pempstcr sherman. in Ainslie's
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
"Dad.''
by r. X. Racine.
Copyrighted. 1909. by The Authors Pub. Co.

Dad sat in the doorway OF his shan
ty smoking his pipe and gazing in a
ruminative fashion across the arid
dusty. Australian plain.
This gold field was not a particular.
ly pleasant view at any time. In fact
It was hideous. 1t could have given
the San Joaquin Valley OF California
of early days, a handicap and won out
easily
Last Chance was down on its luck.
Everyone said there was dust in the
ravine. but whether they believed it
had plenty of metal. a portion of
which he was not slow to give to
those in need. If he considered them
worthy. But to all inquiries as to
how he got it. his inyariabe reply
was, Il have a claim, boys, similar
to yours. and that was all any of
them found out. with the exception of
a couple of envious. inqusitive dig.
gers. who had learned that Dad work.
ed his claim only two days in the
week. They undertook to track him,
but when they had proceeded about
half mile. bullet made its trade
mark in one of their hats and they at
once had urgent business at Long
Jim's tent, where the proprietor was
always ready to drown their cares in
his peculiar brand of whisky.
AS the sun was going down to stoke
up for the next days scorch. a soil.
tary man came slowly across the
plain. Dad pulled away at his pipe.
after casting keen glance at the
Danes, which were his sole compan-
ions. The man walked up with a
tagging gait and threw himself down
on box by the side of the cabin
door.
Well Dad" he said, hopping the
perspiration from his face, heard any
more news about the rangers"
yes, understand they intend to
call on me" replied Dad, sending a
cloud Of smoke into the sutry air.
The devil. Seems as if they will
never give us any peace. don't it,"
Yes, it seems that way" Dad said,
listless. as he refilled his pipe.
Who was telling you?"
That little slip of paper on the door
there"
Long Jim hastily stepped to the
door and read the following words
written in neat hand
"Dad-We are going to take you
and your sack. A word to the wise
you know. Yours in haste.
Queen of the Bushrangers."
We'll, I'll he hanged. if that amt
nerve. She must feel very confident.
Amt you afraid they will get you,
Dad?"
Dad leaned his chin on his hand
and looked absently across the plain.
Il don't know" he replied as last. Il
suppose they will some day"
That's what most of them at the
camp SAYS remarked jim, as he re-
sumed his seat. Seems to me there
won't be any of us left if we amt
careful Two more ready for the I'M
dertaker this morning and four more
about ready to pass in their checks
Guess well wait and bury them all
at the same time. But the rangers
lost few, too. Seems as though they
wanted your scalp worse than any
ones. Guess it's because those irons
of yours throw lead about twice as
far as any other guns in the country.
Now Dad. you know | am friend of
yours, although you don't patronize
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
Our Little Sister.
Copyrighted is,s, by The Author. Rub. Co.
ny Esther K5urc

The sun was sending long lines OF
yellow light through the western win.
dows of the pleasant school room.
Forty pairs of little hands were busy
putting books and states away for the
day. and forty pairs of little feet
shufIled rest!essly in their eagerness
to be free.
Miss Boyd gave tired sigh as the
last small Kindergarten was out Of
sight. Had to-day. she wondered,
been more than usually full OF bruised
heads and cut fingers demanding her
attention. hair-ribbons and apron
strings to be tied, and small outbreaks
of mischief to be checked? She rested
her head on her desk. Patter. patter
came the sound of bare feet down the
hallway: the door was timidly opened.
Was it a lost cap or book. she won.
dered; but there was no Impotence in
the thought. Her soul vas full to
overlooking with a bounGless love for
all child life, and though her body
might sometimes weary of the con-
slant demands upon it, her heart re.
manned strong and rested. She turned
to little German Freddy with the smile
which the smallest kindergarten said
made you feel so comfy" and there
was no trace Of fatigue in the bright
voice as she said: Well, little one,
what is it?"
Our little sister" stammered Fred.
dy. she wants TO see you"
Miss Boyd laid her hand upon the
boys shaggy hair. Tell me about
your little sister. she said. oh. she's
just our little sister" replied Freddy,
and she's sick all the time Her bed
is by the window, and when you go
by she all the time says 1 want TO see
the good teacher
Very well. Freddy. will come to-
morrow Will that do?"
Freddy shifted his weight to the
other foot When l came to school
to-day she said Maybe the good
teacher will come home with you to-
night, Freddy"
And the good teacher went. for
was it not little child who wanted
her?
In her work among the children she
had entered many strange homes and
brushed against all kinds and condi.
tons Of humanity, but. notwithstand.
ing her experience. the first sight OF
ctc al
The few sunbeams which found
their way through the narrow window
seemed to loiter gladly in the red
gold of the child's hair. which lay in
rich profusion on the pillow and
framed face of surprising loneliness
AS Miss Boyd leaned over the sleep
ing child-this sweet. tender flower
breathing out its delicate life amidst
she noticed the transparent wilderness
of the little face in vivid contrast to
the brilliant red of the lips. she won.
dered what the eyes would reveal. AS
if an answer to mr. silent question. the
little one stirred, and slowly the white
lids were lifted. The tears came into
Miss Boyd's own as they met them.
In the sleeping child nothing, save,
perhaps. the wonderful Wilderness Of
the face. seemed to indicate suffering.
The story was all in the eyes Brown
they were, without one CLEAN or
sparkle which belongs to the eyes Of
childhood. Eyes which had stored up
all the pain and suffering of long days
and nights devoid OF ease" eyes
which, in a man or woman, make the
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
pIain.


my tent or approve Of my business.
But on the square. | would like to
know why your irons shoot so far?"
Dad smiled absently as he answered,
IT'S the way ! handle them. as
have told the boys dozens Of times"
Its something you put in the pow.
der, Dad. you can't fool me. For some
of the boys stole rife from you. you
remember, and the cartridges in 1t
would shoot twice as far as the ones
they had"
Come in and have supper jim" said
Dad. as he arose and proceeded to
make a fire in the little sheet iron
stove. "Tige, take round One of
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04

LOST A DOG.-In CANYON
City about 1 week ago a medium
size black cur and shepherd dog.
Has one or two white feet and
some white on breast. If you know
of his whereabouts kindly inform
the owner, J. L. Perdue, OF leave
word at News office.
Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1903-12-04
Go to REDFEARN & Co for
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The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-11-21
CHINAMEN KILLED
IN PLACER MINE

Redding. Cal. Nov 2Q-Gim Sing.
wealthy Chinese mine owner was killed
yesterday by q cave-in at one of the
placer mines on EXman gulch in Trinity
county. One of Sings Iaborers was killed
at the same time, and another Iaborer
was caught and held by the debris. but
was not seriously injured A third Ia
borer started on horseback this morning
TO LewistOwn, a distance Of four miles. 10
telephone to Weaverville for the coroner
and physician En- route his horse
slipped on the trail and rolled sixty feet
down the mountain side, Gripping the
rider, who CraWled to LeWistOWn Gin
sing visited his Exman guicn prODerty
Inurscay morning and desired the crew
OF twenty Chinese 90 repair the fl1lme at
a point where. il passes through a cut IN
the gravel twenty feet deep. Owing to
the recent severe storms having lOOsened
the gravel, all but two men We're afraid
The two employees started to do the work
unaided. They had hardly more than
started when 100 feet of the gravel fell in
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in Rich county. and arose over
the theft OF box OF straw
berries i'm this city. His accom-
plice in the stealing and the shooting
vas Fred George. now serving a life
sentence. and who now seeks par
don.
After stealing the berries the men
fed TO Park City. An attempt to ar
rest them there led to running fight
through a number of counties, the kill
ing taking place in TOOele county.
Mortensen ends the list he expiating
his crime yesterday morning for the
murder Of James r. Hay. The muir
der was committed on the night of
Dec. 10. 1901.
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GUILTY Of MAESLAUGHTER.
Verdict Agreed Upon in Montana
Murder Case.
Especial to The HeraldD

Dillon. Mont, Nov. 20.-George PoTack.
who killed Dicl1y Martin AT Baun0ck on
the night of last st. Patricks dav during
quarrel over drink OF whisky. was
convicted of manslaughter here tonight
after the jury had been out six hours.
Self-defence was the plea of the prisoner.
who made a good witness in his own be-
half An acquittal was not unexpected,
although nearly every one thought that
first degree murder would be 1ustifiahle.
shooting and the evidence was all cir
curustantial The judge viii pass sentence
Monday morning.
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Yankee Diplomacy,
- Inter-Ocsanl


An amusing story is told Of a Maine
farmer who had gone 10 law with
neighbor. In conversation with his law
yer ne suggested ses1ding the magistrate
a couple Of fine ducks.
Not on your life" said the attorney.
IF YOU do youu lose the case.
The case came on and was tried and
Judgment was given i'm his favor He
then turned 20 The lawyer ard said; Ell
sent the ducks.
Astonishment on the lawyers part
changed TO admiration when his client
continued. 'But ] sent them i'm my OPP
pOnents name
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Perhaps the best game Of football
that the people viii be privileged to
witness this year viii be the game be-
tween a picked team Of the former stu
dents Of the university and the present
Varsity team. This game IS to be
played Oh saturday. the 2lst. at 3
o'clock at the university campus
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Game Of Authors.


The oldest author-Adams
The youngest author-Child.
The healthy authOr-Hale.
The siclzly authOr-Haggard
The fragile author-Reade
The GOLFERS authOr-COierfdge.
The farmers authOT-Fields.
The gardeners authOr-Ouida
The sportsman's authOr-Hunt.
The harvester's authOr-Hay.
The dairyman's authOr-COwper
Tue pugiiists authOr-knOX.
The warriors authOr-Shakesp
The ditcher's authoritarian.
The jewelers. authOr-Goldsmith.
The tippler's authOr-Barrie.
The anglers authOr-HOOker.
The cher S authOr-~COkC.
The dudes authOr-IaylOr.
The lovers authOr-LiucOln.
The suburban authOr-VOwnsend.
The domestic authOr-EOlmes.
The greedy author-HOgg.
The woodland auth0r-HaWthOrn
The cunning authOr-FoX.
The pOntifiCal authOT-POpe.
The evasivc author-DOdge
The precOciOus authOr-Chaoman
The submarine author-Cable.
The painful authOr--BUuyau.
The grooming HuthOr-Paine.
The dangerous authCr-WO lfe
The aboriginal authOr-SavaEe
The blistering authOr-Burns-
The refreshing authoF-Br0oks.
The breakfast author-BGcOn
The dinner authOr-Lamb.
The snappish author-Crabbe.
GabrieTs authOr-Horne
The chOrister's author-Sangster
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The Surer WAY


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Order Now.

We are now taking orders for
Thanksgiving tUrkeys-all fine native
birds. Radon & williams, Wholesale
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South. Telephone 129. Try orr all
pork sausage.
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ID &c a Cold in o. -

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