Jefferson jimplecute. (Jefferson, Tex.) 1907-1926, 1912-05-02

ny hillside at Huntsvi 10. Texas
Polished plynets and 'nonumen
tai marbel points The place where
the dust Of this father Of Texas
sleeps. Sleep on; sleep on, tina,
sacred dust and may every true
son of that illustrious sire say
Long live the name of that sol
der, that patriot. that statesman
Gen. Sam Houston. And sc
mote it be.
Then, too, as the soft young
springtime is stealing back on us
now, let those grand magnolias
there bud and blossom and bloom
again, as they stand like silent
sentinels around that Marrow
House." that's Sam Houston S
grave.
And SO, too, the lilacs and the
jesamine anew and again distill
there delightsome aroma
and embalm afresh that lonely
morsaleum. Well may they, for
we oid-time Texans love the
name of that man. To US it's as
winsOmc as the roses and as fra
grant as the Oleanders. And 50
mote it be.
Sam Houston's ma lie is i'm
mortal so long as Texts stands
But if Texas, like the fablec
Arab, should tear down her
tents and depart hence, then,
but not till then, will Houston 5
name sink back into obscure OBJ
livion and fade away into the
dim land of the unknown. II
such were possible it might be
probable. They are like Siamese
twins, Houston and Texas.
Sam Houston sometimes used
to come to Jefferson. Often he
has walked these streets, moving
as pOrtly as a prince and as
cOurtly as a Castillian knight.
Seems like we see him now NOV.
ing around among the boys and
striking hands with every
body, for he knew them all, and
visa versa, and all knew Sam
Houston.
Those were the old days OF
steamboats, here and the old
time packets were around in
these wildwoOds as busy as buz
ling bees. All thetraveler came
here then. Then, too, those
wer the days OF the old-time
fourth hand stage coach; those
old rollicking, rocking roadsters
all headed in here and that was
the high line, up-to.date way of
inland navigation. Sam Hous-
ton used to land here, a star pas.
senger on the lower deck of
those old time river schooners.
1t used to be an old time gala
day, too, when it was known that
Houston was going to speak at
Jefferson Everybody fixed up
like Sunday..to see the hero of
San Jacinto. The men and the
women, Boys and Gherls," as
he called them, were on hand in
full force, for they all loved Sam
Houston. So mote it be.
SO native, so natural and so
picturesque was a visit of Hous-
ton to Jefferson that Il fair pro
file can be drawn of that episode
now. If there is an old bare
headed, baldheaded, grizzly grey
reader of these times and of the
old time variety, perhaps he or
she will say that's Sam Hous-
ton" Mayhaps, too, he or she
may choke a little and their chins
may culver and a lone tear may
steal adown the deep furrowed
cheek, but let them steal, that's
Sam Houston.
Look. see the picture. Every
body's got wind of it. The hero
of Santa Anna is coming to speak
in Jefferson, and everybody
got their Sunday fix'ins on. It's
stage time, too. Listen! Out a
mile it's coming. Up on the
boot the driver grabs his long
footing trumpet an over the town
and out over the deep wildwoods
the welkins ring with notes as
sonorous as the soft sound of a
song. They seem to say: "We
are cominn." Here we aren"
We've got him." Everybody
come a-runnin! '"
Look! Listen! The old We
hicle hauls up and halts and it's
all dusty and bedrabbled and
wdather-worn. See. Sam Hous-
tons getting out headforemost,
and he's tired and dusty, too,
and jaded. Look at that far
famed face. It's tanned and
toughened by the scorching 81
rocos of South Texas, but it's
beaming and teeming with a
Sune morris smile and it looks
like he's everybody's grandpa.
that's the man who stood sponsor
for Texas when she was born.
But look at him some more.
See his Varb. it's common hut