Galveston Labor Dispatch (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, October 31, 1913 Page: 3 of 12
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The Galveston Labor IDispatch, Friday, October 81,1918
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Every care is taken to see that your
bill for Electric Service is absolutely
In this way you always know “where the
money goes” and you are building the
foundation for comfort in old age.
Pay your bills by check, the check is a
receipt and put the balance in the sav-
ings department of this strong bank where
it will draw 4 per cent interest, com-
pounded semi-annually.
head down.
I closed the news stand and he came
over just as I was hanging up the
cigar case key for Amanda King in the
morning. He reached up and took the
key of its nail.
“I’ve Put Myself on Trial and Been
Convicted.”
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“There’s a living in that."
“You are impossible,” she said, and
turned away.
He watched her up the stairs and
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SANITARY DESKS, OFFICE CHAIRS
FIR AND BURGLAR PROOF SAFES
General Office Equipper
FRED F. HUNTER
Texas Bank & Trust Co.
Market at 22a.
tested and carefully read. The days
are getting shorter, Electric Illum-
ination is necessary for longer hours
and your bills will naturally increase.
But if you believe there is an error,
that the increase is out of proportion
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with his hands in his pockets and his reet are wrapped in furs and steam-
er rugs, with hot water bottles at their
opened the door from the back hall,
however, I heard two people talking.
It was Miss Pat and Mr. Pierce. She
was on the stairs and he in the hall
below, looking up.
"I don’t want to stay I” she was say-
lag.
“But, don’t you see,” he argued. “If
you go, the others wig. Can’t you try
it for a week? I’m told it’s the bad
season and nobody else would come
until Lent. And, anyhow, it’s not busi-
ness to let a lot of people go away
mad. It gives the place a black eye.”
“Dear me,” she said, “how busi-
nesslike you are growing!”
He went over close to the stairs and
dropped his voice.
“If you want the bitter truth,” he
went on, trying to smile, “I’ve put my-
self on trial and been convicted of be-
ing a fool and a failure. I’ve been go-
ing around so long trying to find a
place that I fit into, that I’m scarred
as with many battles. And now I’m
on probation—for the last time. If this
doesn’t go, I—I—”
“What?” she asked, leaning down to
him. "You'll not—”
“Oh, no,” he said, “nothing dramatio,
of course. I could go around the coun-
try in a buggy selling lightning rods—”
She drew herself back as if she re-
They took to it like ducks to water.
Not, of course, that they didn’t kick
about making their own beds and hav-
ing military discipline generally. They
complained a lot, but when after three
days went by with the railroad running
as much on schedule as it ever does,
they were all still there, and Mr. Jen-
nings had limped out and spent a half-
hour at the wood pile with his gouty
foot on a cushion, I saw it was a suc-
cess.
I ought to have been glad. I was,
although when Mrs. Dicky found they
were all staying, and that she might
have to. live in the shelter-house the
rest of the winter, there was an awful
scene. I was glad, too, every time I
could see Mr. Thoburn's gloomy face,
or hear the things he said when his
name went up for the military walk.
The strange thing of all was the way
they began to look up to Mr. Pierce.
He was very strict; if he made a rule,
it was obey or leave. (As they knew
after Mr. Moody refused to take the
military walk, and was presented with
his bill and a railroad schedule within
an hour, He had to take the military
walk with Doctor Barnes that after-
noon alone.) They had to respect a
man who could do all the things in the
gymnasium that they couldn't, and
come in from a ten or fifteen-mile
tramp through the snow and take a
cold plunge and a swim to rest him-
self.
It,waa on Monday that we really col
plentiful. I‘m warm enough.”
“You look it.” He reached over and
caught one of my hands. “Look at
that! Blue nails! It's about four e-
away, ana i went out to me IODDy to
lock up the news stand. Just as I
the Philip- “they're in their box. Chinchillas are
as delicate as babies and not near so
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feet you’ve goton a shawl. I’ll bet
you two dollars you haven’t got on
any—er—winter flannels.”
"I never bet,” I retorted, and went
on folding up the steamer rugs.
"I’d like to help,” he said, “but
you're so darned capable, Miss Min-
nie—"
“You might see if you can get the
slot-machine empty,” I said. “It’s full
of water. It wouldn’t work and Mr.
Moody thought it was frozen. He’s
been carrying out boiling water all
afternoon. If it stays in there and
freezes the thing will explode.”
He wasn’t listening. He’d been fuss-
ing with his package and now he
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“I Never Bet," I Retorted,
opened it and handed it to me, in the
paper.
"It's a sweater,” he said, not looking
at me. "I bought it for myself and it
was too small— Confound it, Minnie,
I wish I could lie! I bought them for
you! There’s the whole business—
sweater, cap, leggings and mittens. Go
on! Throw them at me!”
But I didn’t I looked at them, all
white and soft, and it came over me
suddenly how kind people had been
lately, and how much I’d been getting
—the old doctor’s waistcoat buttons
and Miss Pat’s furs, and now this! I
just burled my face in them and cried.
Doctor Barnes stood by and said
nothing. Some men wouldn’t have un-
derstood, but he did. After a minute
or so he came over and pulled the
sweater out from the bundle.
“I'm glad you like ’em,” he said,
"but as I bought them at Hubbard’s,
in Finleyville, and as the old liar guar-
anteed they wouldn’t shrink, we’d bet-
ter not cry on ’em.”
Well, I put them on and I was
warmer and happier than I had been
for some time. But that night when
I went out to the shelter-house with
the supper basket I found both the
honeymooners in a wild state of excite-
ment. They said that about five
o’clock Tholurn had gone out to the
shelter-house and walked aH around it
Finally he had stopped at one of the
windows of the other room, had
worked at it with his penknife and got
it open, and crawled through. They
sat paralyzed with fright, and heard
him moving around the other room*
and he even tried their door. But d
had been locked.
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things started, and on Monaay aice-
noon Miss Summers came out to the
shelter-house in a towering rage.
“Where’s Mr. Pierce?” she de-
manded.
"I guess you can see he 1st here," I
said.
“Just wait until I see him!” she an-
nounced. "Do you know that I am down
on the blackboard for the military
walk today?—I!”
"Why not?”
She turned and glared at me. “Why
not?” she repeated. “Why, the au-
dacity of the wretch! He brings me
out into the country in winter to play
in his atrocious play, strands me, and
then tells me to walk twenty miles
a day and smile over it!” She came
over to me and shook my arm. “Not
only that,” she said, “but he has cut
out my cigarettes and put Arabella
on dog biscuit—Arabella, who can
hardly eat a chicken wing."
"Well, there’s something to be
thankful for,” I said. “He didn’t put
you on dog biscuit.”
She laughed then, with one of her
quick changes-of humor.
"The worst of it is,” she said, in a
confidential whisper, “I’ll do it. I feel
1L I guess if the truth were knwn
I’m some older than he is, but—I’m
afraid of him, Minnie. Little Judy is
ready to crawl around and speak for
a cracker or a kind word. Oh, I’m not
in love with him, but he’s got the
courage to say what he means and do
what he says.”
She went to the door and looked
back smiling.
"I’m off for the wood-pile,” she
called back. “And I've promised to
chop two Inches off my heels.”
As I say, they took to it like ducks
to water—except two of them, von In-
wald and Thoburn. Mr. von Inwald
stayed on, I hardly know why, but I
guess it was because Mr. Jennings still
hadn’t done anything final about set-
tlements, and with the newspapers
marrying him every day it wasn’t very
comfortable. Next to him, Mr. Tha-
burn was the unhappiest mortal I have
ever seen.
Doctor Barnes came out that after-
noon and watched me while I closed
the windows. He had a package in his
hand. He sat on the railing of the
spring and looked at me.
“You’re not warmly enough dressed
for this kind of thing,” he remarked.
“Where’s that gray rabbits* fur, or
whatever it is?”
"If you mean my chinchillas,” I said,
with people from the stalled trains,''
he asserted furiously.
Two by two they went in ena
through the hall, stamping the snow
off, and up to their old rooms again,
leaving Slocum, the clerk, staring at
them as if he couldn't believe his eyes,
Mr. Pierce and I watched from the
piazsa, through the glass.
We saw Doctor Barnes stop and
look, and then go and hang over the
news stand and laugh himself almost
purple, and we saw Mr. Thoburn bring-
ing up the tail of the procession and
trying to look unconcerned. I am not
a revengeful woman, but that was one
of the happiest moments of my life.
We gave them a good supper and
Mr. Pierce ordered claret served with-
out extra charge. By eight o'clock
they were all in better humor, and
when they’d gathered in the lobby
Miss Summers gave an imitation of
Marie Dressier doing the Salome
dance. With the exception of Mr. von
Inwald, not one of them really wanted
to go.
At eleven o’clock we had the clam-
bake with beer in the kitchen, and Mr.
von Inwald came, after all. They were
really very cheerful, all of them. At
the end, when everybody was happy
and everything forgiven, Mr. Pierce
got up and made # speech.
He said he wee sorry for what had
happened that day, but that much he
had said he still maintained; that to
pretend to make people well in the
way most sanatoriums did it was sheer
folly, and he felt his responsibility too
keenly to countenance a system that
we Clearly wrong and that the best
gndern thought considered obsolete.
Miss Cobb sat up at that; she is al-
ways talking about the best modern
thought
He said that perfect health, dear
skins, bright eyes—he looked at the
women, and except for Miss Patty,
there wasn't an honest complexion or
a bright eye in the lot—keen appetites
and joy of living all depended on ra-
tional and simple living. It was being
done bow la a thousand fresh-air
tarma. amd enooeedhg. Men went
back to tsir business clear-headed
and wumsa gzew more beautiful.
At the, whet with the reaction from
tihufgaalg tt t°4 g n
dhusdestia. Doctor Barnes made a
speesh temtag that he used tp be puny
snd wesk, and how he went into train-
ing and became a pugilist, and how
hed fpught the Tennessee something
or other—the men nodded as if they
knew—and licked him in 40 seconds or
40 rounds, I’m not sure which. The
gen were standing on their chairs
cheering for him, and even Mr. Jem
pings, whe’d been sitting and not say-
ing much, said he thought probably
there was something in it
They ended by agreeing to try it out
for a week, beginning with the morn-
ing. when everybody was to be down
for breakfast by seven-thirty. Then
somebody suggested that if they were
to get up they'd have to go to bed,
tod the party broke up.
In a baidcur or so I had cleared
pines! ” he
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"11 keep that," he said. "It's no
tobacco after this, Minnie,’*
“You can’t keep them here, then,” I
retorted. "They’ve got to smoke; it's
the only work they do,”
"We'll see,” he said quietly. "And—
oh, yes, Minnie, now that we shall not
be using the mineral spring—”
“Not use the mineral spring!" I re-
peated, stupefied.
"Certainly not!” he said. “This is a
drugless sanatorium, Minnie, from now
on. That’s part of the theory—no
drugs. Listen, Minnie. If you hadn't
been wasting your abilities in the min-
eral spring,. I’d be sorry to close it.
But there will be plenty for you t®
do.”
“If we’re not going to use the spring-
house, we might have saved the ex-
pense of the new roof in the fall," 1
said bitterly.
“Not at all. For two hours or so
a day the springhouse will be a rest-
house—windows wide open and God’s
good air penetrating to fastnesses it
never knew before.”
"The spring will freezel®
“Exactly. My only regret is that it
is too email to skate on. But they'll
have the ice pond.”
“When I see Mr. Moody skating on
the ice pond,” I said sarcastically, “I'll
see Mrs. Moody dead with the shook
on the bank.”
"Not at all,” re replied calmly.
“You’ll see her skating, too,” And
with that he went to bed.
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By Friday or tnat week yvu wuza
hardly have known any of them. The
fat ones were thinner and the thin
ones fatter, and Miss Julia Summers
could put her whole hand inside her
belt.
And they were pleasant. They’d sit
down to a supper of ham and eggs
and apple sauce, and yell for more.
They fussed some still about sleep-
ing with the windows open, especially
the bald-headed men.
Mr. von Inwald was still there, and
not troubling himself to be agreeable
to any but the Jennings family. He
and Mr. Pierce carefully avoided each
other, but I knew well enough that only
policy kpt them apart. Both of thent,
you see, were working for something.
Miss Cobb came to the springhouse
early Friday morning, and from the
way she. came in and shut the door I
knew she had something on her mind.
She walked over to where I was pol-
ishing the brass railing around the
spring—it had been the habit of years,
and not easy to break—and stood look-
ing at me and breathing hard.
"Minnie,” she exclaimed, "I have
found the thief!”
"Lord have mercy!” I said, and
dropped the brass polish.
"I have found the thief!” she repeat-
ed firmly. "Minnie, our sins always
find us out.” -
"I guess they do,” I said shakily,
and sat down on the steps to the
spring. "Oh, Miss Cobb, if only he
would use a little bit of sense!”
"He?” she said. “He nothing! It’s
that Summers woman I’m talking,
about, Minnie. I knew that woman
wasn’t what she ought to be the min-
ute I set eyes on her.”
"The Summers woman!” I repeated.
Miss Cobb leaned over the railing
and shook a finger in my face.
"The Summers woman,” she said.
‘One of the chambermaids found my
—my protectors hanging in the crea-
ture's closet!”
I couldn’t speak. There had been
so much happening that I’d clean for-
gotten Miss Cobb and her woolen
tights. And now to have them come
back like this and hang themselves
around my neck, so to speak—it was
too much.
"Per—perhaps they’re hers,” I said
weakly after a minute.
“Stuff and nonsense!” declared Miss
Cobb. "Don’t you think I know my
own, with L. C. in white cotton on the
band, and my own darning in the knee
where I slipped on the ice? And more
than that, Minnie, where those tights
are, my letters are! ”
I glanced at the pantry, where her
letters were hidden on the upper shelf.
The door was closed.
"But—but what would she want
with the letters?” I asked, with my
teeth fairly hitting together. Miss
Cobb pushed her forefinger into my
shoulder.
"To blackmail me,” she said, in a
tragic voice, "or perhaps to publish.
I’ve often thought of that myself—
they’re so beautiful. . Letters from a
life insurance agent to his lady-love—
interesting, you know, and alliterative.
As for that woman—!”
"What woman!" said Miss Sum-
mers’ voice from behind us. We
jumped and turned. “I always save
myself trouble, so if by any chance
you are discussing me—”
"As it happens," Miss Cobb said,
glancing at her, “I was discussing
you.”
“Fine!” said Miss Julia. “I love to
talk about myself.”
"I doubt if it’s an edifying eubject,"
Miss Cobb snapped.
Miss Julia looked at her and smiled.
"Perhaps not," she said, "but inter-
esting. Don’t put yourself out to be
friendly to me, Miss Cobb, if you don’t
feel like it"
"Are you going to return my let-
ters?" Miss Cobb demanded.
"Your letters?”
"My letters—that you took out of my
room!”
"Look here,” Miss Julia said, still
in a good humor, “don't you suppose
I’ve got letters of my own, without
bothering with another woman’s?’
"Perhaps," Miss Cobb replied in
umph, “perhaps you will say that 3
don’t know anything of my—of 1
black woolen protectors?”
“Never heard of them!” said ML
Summers. "What are they?” An
then she eaught my eye, and I guess
I looked stricken. "Oh!” She said.
"Miss Cobb was robbed the other
night,” I explained, as quietly as I
could. "Somebody went into her room
and took a bundle of letters.”
"Letters!” Miss Summers straight-
ened and looked at me.
"And my woolen tights,” said Miss
Cobb indignantly. “And I’ll tell you
this, Miss Summers, your dog got
in my room that night, and while I
have no suspicions, the chambermaid
found my—er—missing garment this
morning in your closet!”
"I don’t believe,” Miss Julia said,
looking hard at me, "that Arabella
would steal anything so—er—gro-
tesque! Do you mean to say," she
added slowly, "that nothing was taken
from that room but the—lingerie and
a bundle of letters?”
“Exactly," said Miss Cobb, "and I’d
thank you for the letters.”
"The letters!" Miss Julia retorted,
"I've never been in your room. I
haven't got the letters. I’ve never
seen them.” Then a light dawned in
her face. I—oh, it's the funniest
ever!”
And with that she threw her head
back and laughed until the tears rolled
down her cheeks and she held her
side.
"Screaming!" she gasped. "It’s
screaming! But, oh, Minnie, to have
seen your face!”
Miss Cobb swept to the door and
turned in a fury.
"I do not think it is funny,” she
stormed, "and I shall report to Mr.
Carter at once what I have discov-
ered.”
. She banged out and Miss Julia pv*
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