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F. W. Scott was a business vis
itor to St. Louis this week.
For Sale—Ten head of choice
Colorado mares. Wood &, Neel.
Old newspipers for sale at the
News office for 15c per'hundred.
G. H. Paddock and wiffi, of St.
Louis, are the guests of her moth
er. Mrs. Nettie Sizemore.
For Sale —One new Underwood
typewriter, used only one month at
a bargain. See S. R. Neel.
Miss Myrtle Stewart, of Bokho 1
ma. Okla.. is here, the guest of her
sister. Mrs. W. E. Chadwick.
G W. Clarkson and family have
moved to El Dorado, where Mr.
C.arkson will open up a blacksmith
shop. '
Thos. Green and wife were called :
to Monroe Monday by the death of
Mrs. Green's sister, Mrs. Clay Me- !
Henry.
M. W. Hardy, of El Dorado, vice-1
president of the First National
Bank, was here last Saturday on ■
business.
Sam Sampson, of Amity, candi-i
date f~r congress from this dis- 1
trict. was in Huttig Monday meet- j
ing the voters.
Geo. S Pr-strdge, vice-presi
dent of the Union Saw Mill Com
pany. was over from Shreveport
this week on business
A girl was born to Mr. and Mrs.
D. L. Hicks, who live on the Neel
st ck farm southeast of town, on
Wednesday of last week.
G. J. Smith has opened a first
class barber shop in skating rink
building in the Rowland addition
and solicits your patronage.
Miss Ada Thompson returned to
her home at El Dorado Wednesday
after a brief visit here with her
brothers, W. C. ana E. H . and their
families. _
Dr. 0. T. Thompson, of Marion,
was a business visitor in Huttig
Wednesday and Postmaster J. L.
Hopkins of that place was here on
T uesday.
T. J. Breed departed Wednesday
for his new home at Gloster. Miss.,
and his family went to Farmerville
where they visit several days be
fore joining him.
Engine- r J. D. Loyd delivered
ngne No 1 to thJ Nacogdoches
Tex ■ ! g. ng Company last Sat
u iay. this company having sold
tut . i.e to them.
January contains the birthday
anniversary of the following noted
men: Benjamin Franklin, the 1 ?th;
Robert E L^e, th- 19th; Stone
wal. Jacksnn. the 21s.. and Wm.
McKinley, the 29th.
The Embroidery Club was enter
tained on last Wednesday after
noon by Mrs. J. D Loyd and will be
the guests of Miss Lula Ballard
Wednesday afternoon of next week
at the home of her sister. Mrs. F.
E. Wood._
Levi Reagan denies the rumor
that l>e thought there was a circus
in town m St. Louis last week, be
cause tne crowd on Olive street
forced him off the sidewalk, as big
as he is. but says St. Louis is some
town, just the tame.
RUP MY-TISM
Vv i. re your Rheumatism
Neuralgia, Headaches, Cramps,
Colic, Sprains, Bruises, Cuts and
Burns, Old Sores, Stings of Insects
Etc. Antiseptic Anodyne, used in*
ternally and externally. Price 25c.
The home ot W. L. Cart- r. time
m les west of town, was destroyed
by fire late Monday afternoon an■;
was a complete loss, he having no
insurance. Part of his household
goods were saved. It is thought
the fire caught from a. spark from
the chimney.
COLDS & LaGRIPPE
5 or 6 doses 666 will br. ik
any case of Chills & Fever, Colds
& LaGrippe; it acts on the liver
better than Calomel and does not
gripe or sicken. Price 25c.
The Woman’s Home Missionary
Society of the Methodist church,
hed a clean-up day Tuesday and'
Union church was thoroughly
’cleaned throughout. They served
dinner in the ladies parlor to their
families so as not to retard the
wofk and it was enjoyed by all.
R. S. Warnock, of Magnolia, can
didate for congress from this dis
trict. addressed a number of the
voters at the Princess Theatre on |
Wednesday night in the interest of
his candidacy and was given close '
attention. Congressman W. S. ;
Goodwin, who is a candidate for re
election was to have been here also
but failed to arrive on account of
the local freight on the Iron Moun
tain having a breakdown at Strong.
He expects to visit Huttig, hew
ever. before the primary and make
an address.
Notice.
The Union Saw Mill Company
will pav $50.00 as a reward to any
one. not in its employ, who will fur
nish information from which any
le-son shall be convicted of depre
ciating or trespassing upon the tim
ber of said Company.
This 1 st, day of February, 1 906.
Union Saw Mill Co.
By F. W. Scott,
Secy, and Treas
COMPROMISE
• *4 «. /)»**
Oliver—Won’t you give mr just
one waltz?
Marion—Well—cr—realty, I don't
think I ought to. •
Oliver—Please do.
Marion—Very well, then, hut V'
it be very slow, please; i’ui in
mourning, you know.
DEED OLDER THAN COUNTRY.
A deed 140 years olu has just
been filed at Hamburg, Pa. Three
years before independence was de
clared James Crawford sold a H5
acre tract in Hanover township,
Lancaster county, to William Glenn.
The same piece of ground and same
township are now a part of Dauphin
county. The deed given to Glenn
was a parchment | iper affair and
contained one of the original wax
seals. Recently that same deed,
which is now yellow with age, yet in
a remarkable state of presorvivin'i,
came into the hands of M. !>. Her
shey. It was filed at the recorder’s
office at Hamburg along with a half
dozen other old deeds for land. The
exact date of the deed is June (h
1 * e).
SELFISH EYES.
Lee Shtibcrf, the theatre d man
ager, said on the Mauretania:
“American ragtime is sweep mg
Europe, but the American rag!ime
composers get no credit, and no cash
either.
“Hence our composers can’t hi Ip
looking at this rag1hue furore with
sad and perhaps selfish eyes.
“We look at even thing, you know,
selfishly. We say with the n.Llion
tire:
‘Poverty is no ^isgrm-o. p’o.Wr d
he victim doesn't owe us anything.’ ’
FROM TAL PLAY Or
GEORGE n.COiftAfl
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EDWARD mRSHALL
WITH PHOTOGRAPH PROMOTito 51 Hit PlAY
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Jackson Jones, nicknamed
"Broadway,” because of his continual
glorification of New York's great thor
oughfare, is anxious to get away from his
home town of Jonesvllle, Abner Jones,
his uncle, is very angry because Broad
way refuses to settle flown and take a
place in the gum factory In which lv suc
ceeded to his father’s interest.
CHAPTER II-Judge Spotswood Informs
H" adway tha! tSQtt.non left hint by hs
father is at iiis disposal P.roadway
makes record time irt heading for Ids fav
orite street in New York.
Broadway took the telephone re
ceiver from his butler's hand and cried
into the mouthpiece: “Hello! Is that
you, Robert Wallace? . . . Well,
this is Jackson Jones. . . . Yes;
the same you met in Jonesville when
they pinched you, that reckless night
when you were driving at four miles
an hour. . . . No; I’ve come down
to stay. I'm asking you to dine with
me tomorrow evening. . . . Can you
come? . . . Good. I'll telephone
again, or have my butler telephone,
and let you know just where. . v .
All right. Fine! . . . Goodby."
Robert Wallace was his guide, his
mentor and his friend for some four
weeks. After that, he was his friend
and mentor, but resigned as guide, tor
Broadway took the reins. He had a
passion and a genius foe investigating
metropolitan affairs of lightsome na
ture. The business marts of Gotham
were offensive to him. He thought it
silly for mankind to waste its time
in work and said so. The teeming fas
cination of the far sides of the town,
so dear to sociologists who love hu
man nature best after it lias sweated
or suffered off its varnish, found no
devotee in him; lie could not under
stand why entire families should live
in huddled rooms on Essex street when
there were laige apartments vacant in
the great hotel Hat house next door
to the vast mansion inhabited by Mrs.
Jack Gerard'on Seventy-seccnd street.
Mrs. Jack Gerard was an old lady of
incredible wealth, who tried to hold
Time's hand in pause. That she had
failed had been no fault of hers or of
the beauty parlors or cosmetic makers.
“They would be so much more com
fortable if they would go where they
would have more room,” Jackson con
tinned, in further comment on the very
poor, and would not listen to the ear
nest soul which tried to offer explana
Jions.
A year passed. Broadway carried
three bank accounts, two of them not
very large and seldom checked upon
The third was in New York’s all-night
hank He kept busy, "l feel as if I
■ night to see the sun rise' often,'' lie
•■xplained. “Sunrises are so beauti
ful.”
He seldom heard from Jonesville in
these days. Judge Spotswood some |
times wrote to him, his uncle never
For a time he had endeavored to keep j
up a correspondence with the girls. 1
but this had languished through his I
own exceeding occupation at more
pressing matters and Josie Richards
sorrowful conviction that he did not j
tell her, in his brief, infrequent let
ters, about all the girls whom he was
meeting in New York.
His first shock came when the AU
Vight bank wrote him a letter, asking
his t<* call and talk of his account, and
his did not occur until four years*
.ad vanished in the haze% of Broad
way's lights. It made him sit straight
in his chair and blink as a cold dash
from ^ seltzer bottle sometimes had
when he had needed It. Rankin, en
tering, asked him if he had a pain.
“You bet I have," said he.. “And
Cm afraid it's serious.”
“Shall I call a doctor, sir?”
“No, call a banker.”
Rankin, puzzled, withdrew carefully.
He had learned to step with catlike
tread when he discovered that his
master was in serious mood, lie had
no wish to anger him. No butler in
the history of hutling had ever had
a place so utterly ideal. Pickings
plentiful: work trivial: all life had
been congenial for Rankin since he
had encountered Broadway Jones.
The day of the bank’s letter was the
first after he had reached Now York
when Broadway did not go about his
gay ami simple routine of up Broad
way in the afternoon and down Broad
way at night, with movements so
timed that they made long pauses near
the Circle and near Forty-second
street seem natural. He went home
before five.
When Rankin ventured to express
surprise at his return to the apart
ment at that hour, ho snarled at him.
“Ho to the devil, Rankin!" he sug
gested when he lingered.
“Yes, sir; thank you, sir,” said Ran
kin and withdrew.
He reached the kitchen with a face
so troubled that the Japanese boy, who
had sought domestic service here with
I judging from his wages! the com
mendable intention of patriotically
sending home, each year, enough
American money to build a warship
for hia nation's navy, showed interest.
"Wat iss matturr. Ram-keen.’" the
sympathetic Oriental queried.
"I know men,” said Rankin, "and if
I didn't know that Mr. Jones is really
a millionaire—made it ont of chewing
gum, his familv. I’m told—I should say
he was hard up."’
The Japanese box stared politely;
lie did not understand at all
"Of course he’s not hard up.’* Ran
kin continued. "No hard-up man could
have sworn at me ns he did just now.
It can’t he money, so it must he
w omen."
"Limmin." said the Japanese, who
had not mastered w’s.
"Lemons," Rankin granted. '‘You’re
almost right. 1 never saw a man
more popular. He spends his money
like he didn't care for it. and does it
well because that is the fact. He
doesn’t rare for it. I never saw a
human being who cared less. Why,
he never cotints the money on his
dresser in the morning. Just throws!
it there when he gets inN> bed, and—”
The Japanese laughed merrily. "You
gettin Itch!”
"No: you little heathen; I onlv know
lie does it. that is all. I stack it up
lor him. Sometimes he throws it ail
about—that and his clothes ro d Cur-1
tiituro. He's often morn that way.
He threw me about one night \ line*
strong vo-'li! I thought it In-ticr not
to sim much till lie wont to sleep, ami
I hen. as I crawled out from under the
bed. I had a chance to see his arm
Quite muscular it is—just as it felt
when he was joking with me."
The next day. by chance, while visit
ing the kitchen, Rankin had a sudden
inspiration, ■ "1 wonder if he is in
love?" he pondered. "That Mr Hen
riot that I attended just before he
married that grass widow was is ab
sent-minded—oh. quite absent-minded,
quite! Now, which one—’’
Rankin suddenly came to a stand in
horror. Even to the small and \ery
yellow cook it was plain that tragic
thoughts had flashed into his mind.
"I wonder,” he soliloquized if it
could possibly be that terrible Oerard
old woman. She’s had her eye on him
ever since the first night that she got
a glimpse of him.”
As he spoke his master, as request
ed. was talking with the first vice pres
ident of the hank. The man seemed
rather serious-minded, although on
that previous occasion when he had
marked the beginning of their ae
quaintance, when Broadway had gone
to open his account with just two
hundred thousand dollars, he had been
geniality itself.
"I merely wished to have a Title
talk with you— or—Mr. Jones," said he.
'You know your balance is -er—run
oing rather low.”
Josie and Broadway Jones.
"Is what?’' sail! Broadway, in amaze
ment.
"la running rather low.”
“You don’t mean that I’ve—’’
“You’ve drawn rather heavily
against it.”
"But it was strong enough to stand
a terrible strain.”
"Mot quite strong enough to stand
without a protest the strain to which
you have sumo- ted it. Mr. Jones. It's
not exhausted, hut It’s—”
"Getting tired?" Broadway himself
supplied the words.
"About that. You have not been
having it written up. you know; I
thought perhaps you didn’t realise the
figures. I’ve had them all made out
for you.”
Broadway took one swift look at
them, then sank back in bis chair ami
took a longer look at them. "M ell, i'll
be -1” he ventured.
"1 was afraid you’d M-«t wav.
I only thought you ought to have a
hint ol just how tb»igs are running.
Young men lose track of things some
times. I've known it to oeeur before."
laekson scarcely saw Broadway
when he went out of the gray build-'
ing, and it was the lirst time he hud
ever trodden Broadway without see
ing and admiring it.
“Hello, Broadway!" cried a merry
voice from just beyond the curb, it
was a blonde voice, and issued from a I
natty little motor ear with a sedan- |
chair top. Broadway had bought that \
motor car and given it to the blonde
voice. "I-et me put you down some
where?”
‘I'm not feeling very fit. You might
take me to the morgue."
".lump in; we’ll make it the Knick
erbocker."
But the Knickerbocker had no
charms for Broadway at that mo
ment. He made his stay as brief as
possible in the bright restaurant.
"Dollic. darting." he said gloomily.
"I don’t need a restaurant, today; I
need a hospital. How would you like
me. Itollie, honestly, if 1 was broke?”
"You? Broke?” She laughed.
"No; seriously. How would you like
me?”
"It's nonsense: but you know what
Slianlev does to broken dishes.”
“The asl* can. Eh?"
"it wouldn’t be, for you, of course;
but—what’s the use of being Mr.
Crump? Brace up? Come on up to
Churchill's and we'll drinky-drink it
outy-out.”
Hut Broadway would have none of
such a plan as that. He went to his
apartment, and, rummaging In every j
drawer and pocket, collected every
bill which he could find. There were
a hundred of them, ranging in all
sorts of figures and for all sorts of
articles, from diamonds to gasoline,
from charity to faro. The arrival of
the sympathetic Rankin, who believed
ibis master had a headache, with a
note from Mrs. Gerard, interrupted the
bookkeeping which, for the first time
in his life, Broadway had begun. If
had not been encouraging, as far as
he had gone.
Tie rend the note and found it to be
an invitation. Deciding to accept it. j
lie decided, also, that it must be the t
last one of the sort lie must accept. !
It had become intensely plaiu to hint
that now had come the time when he
must cease his gaieties and find more
money.
He was a gloomy figure at the feast
that night, and his gloom grew with
every aged smile which Mrs, Gerard
cast in his direction. It was plain
enough to him, to everyone, that this
exceedingly rich lady, of uncertain age,
regarded him with very friendly eyes.
She- /veil sometimes called him ‘Mack
son.'' After the dinner he took Robert
Wallace downtown with him in his
sixty horsepower touring car.
"Mrs. Gerard,” he ventured, “seems
a well-preserved old—er—I mean that
she seems well preserved.”
j ‘Well canned, you mean,” said Wal
i lace. "But too much chemical preserv
ative in females is as dangerous as
j it is in food. How did we happen to
go there tonight? Von roped me into
that. Broadway. You didn't tell me I
where you meant to take me. You j
mereh said we’d go to dinner witli
some friends of yours."
"'Veil, site's a friend of mine." j
Broadway defended rather hotly. An I
idea, so terrible that it was fasefnat-1
ing. had occurred to him.
"She might have gone to school with
your grandmother. It makes me sick
to see her ogle you. I think she wants
to marry you.”
Broadway burst into a laugh which
he was well aware was quite too loud, j
loo eackly and too hollow; he feared I
acutely that his friend would recognize i
its falseness.
"To marry me! Ho. ho!" Instantly j
his manner changed. "But I don’t like 1
the way you speak about her, Bob.
Remember we have just enjoyed her !
hospitality! ”
“Enjoyed it! Speak for yourself, old
man! II I had known where you were '
going, do you suppose I would have
gone with you? 1 can meet grand- !
mother's schoolmates at the Old I,a- j
dies’ home. I don’t have to go to din- !
n« with them.”
"Now. Hob!"
Wallace burst into a laugh. “1 be
Hove it is pure charity," he guessed.
“You are trying to make others happy.
You smile on her as you woulii throw
a dollar into a Salvation Army cash
pot around Christinas time.”
"Bob, I’m thinking about getting
married.”
His friend sat straight and looked at
him in dumb amazement for a second.
Married? And is grandma in some [
'■ a\ related to the bride who may he?"
“Bob. 1 need—
He stepped. Almost he had told his ;
riend he needed money; but he had
■ot the courage. To confess poverty
>n Broadway is like confessing imir
!er in a church.
“Need what "
rest. I’m going to—or— take
seine sort of a vacation. DouY know
what. Maybe hack to the old home |
Anyway, .,ou won't see me around foi
quite a little while."
"Never mind, old chap! I’ll to"
them all that you have had to g<
nway on business. Go somew here and
get straightened out. You need it.
There’s something wrong with you. or
you would never have gone to that
dinner where that ancient madness i
could ogle jrtu the way she did.
"Well, you won’t see me for a week
or two.”
"I rop me a line if you want any
thing.”
Jackson Jones went away early on !
the following niornii g. As ignorant of '
business and of business methods hj
a baby, yet lie tried to scheme sonm
way by mams of which lie might ri
coup his staggering finances. Wild
ideas, all tin practical, whirled through j
his brain. _
He must have money, that was cer
tain. He had not the least idea of
just how ho had accomplished it, hut
lie had spent IPs patrimony—spent It
pII and more than all r.f It. If he had
paid up the debts he owed -whb h n’l
the world seemed triad..to have him
owe—that was the- hard part of It ;
everyone scent«d anxious to have him
tro in deltt to them—he would have far
less than nothing: left.
For days he yrwwi (thrive liis fig
ures in a room or which be kept close
guard upon the key. He told Rankin,
who was curious, that*h« planned to
write a book.
“Indeed, sir? Fiction, sir?"
“Fiction? find. no!| Fact.”
“A book of travel, sir? I've traveled
quite a bit. Perhaps—"
“No. Or yes. Of travel up and down
Broadway.” A
“Splendid, sir. if I may Ju? excused
for taking such a liberty. I'm sure no
gentleman in till New York is mori'
familiar with the subject, sir. I shall
be glad to read it. sir. I’m sure it
will be quite a revelation!'’
“Rankin,'' said Broadway earnestly,
“if I wrote what T really know about
Broadway it would he a revelation.”
He grew very serious, for him. “it,
would put some men on pedestals, and
they would not be those who now
stand highest. Jt would put some men
behind the bars, and among them ate
some men who now are free to come
and go, with welcomes when they
come and invitations when they leave,
in every place where people gather in
this town.”
He burst into a sudden laugh. “Oreat
stuff, eh, Rankin? When you say
‘Broadway’ you stir me up. I love it,
hate It; it always fascinates me.
There's no street like it in the world.”
“If your hook Is like that, sir, it.
will be a big success," commented
Rankin, spellbound. It's going to he
a fine book. Mr. Jones."
“It won’t interest Broadway. There's
only one kind of book that Broadway
cares about.”
“And what is that, sir?”
“Cheek books. Rankin. Now I’m go
ing into—into—” He did not know
just what to call the room which he
kept locked.
"Your study, sir?”
“Thanks. Raukin. Yes: I’m going to
my study. Don’t let me he disturbed.”
“I’ll not, sir.”
When he left that “study” he avoid
ed Rankin. His fingers were ink
stained from calculations, his hair was
quite disheveled, his eyes were wide
Robert Wallace.
and rolling. He could see no bop*
ahead.
He wrote a letter to his uncle ex
plaining that investments had gone
wrong and that he needed a small loan
>f fifty thousand dollais for three
lonths. He was sure that if he got
his he would be enabled to find some
ay out. lly return of mall he had
n answer in an envelope which
-trangel.' bulged. lie opened it with
rembling Angers and a package of
ones' Pepsin (turn fell out.
“Chew this ami forget It,” said the
he'ertul note which I tide Abner had
vrapped round it. It said further:
I'm going to Kurope for five years,
'on'! bother me again. You’re made
on bed. now lie on it.”
?’bat whs the last straw Without
the least idea of what he v irberi w>
do. the frantic flirted v;,1 started out
to find some work by which, at least,
he could earn honestly his In»a"ri and
keep.
Wall street offered nothing, for when,
he went down to see ins friends theft*
ltis courage failed entirely and instead
of asking them to Chid a pls< e for him
lie bought thorn, one by one. expensive
luncheons.
He went to neitfliboriug cities, ho;v ,
ing there to find some means of B'c
ting jood Wt eat-without getting* it oh
credit. ".Tlhefe fro1 had some stfaitf n
experiences which lasted s«ver>tl da”-.
Hut. while he hist escaped the uniform
>f the S ihatii n *rntt, he did nut Hud
wor k and wandered bo g ■ • nroadw*.',
'he tipar< inept and more debt.
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