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O!,. ANDREW JAPKAmv tji-t t ivo i ...
known on tli,. southern border of T. xa. Ho
owns more then one tin- ranch and cattle upon
thousand hills. Through a lone career of .,..
r. wf.il trading ho has demonstrated thU he
merits the title f,f "tattle king"
Few men trnve . vct galn.d any advantage In
" """ " " Kind r.vrr Col. Fitillins. He gen
erally has his ..wn way. and when the factors In an affair
which h- la directing do n.t move in accord with his Id. as
It Is sajd that he can storm about and " froth," and foam "
and "roar" louder than any other man In all Texas. Oppo-
slllon Is something that he will not countenance, nor will
he allow a member of his own household to entertain opin
ions not in line with his own. He Is certainly " Ixws of his
ranches, hut he Is a good paymaster and liberal! to a fault.
I'ndcr his own roof he Is an autocrat, but If his daughter was
to cry for the moon and stars he would at least get her a
photograph of the heavens.
The colonel has an exalted conception of bis own abilities,
and he Is proud of his Huilins blood. He knows the history
of the nullins family by he-irt. and he Insists that every Bul
lins is gentleman, and that every woman wlio bears the
name Is a superior being. He Is ever ready to maintain his
contention concerning the nullins blood at the point of 8
bowle knife or at the muzzle of a Colt.
No One Good Enough for Daughter.
Miss Flora Huilins. the colonel's only daughter, is an ac
complished and beautiful young girl, with an army of
admirers, all of whom are afraid to come nearer than the
front gate. The rich old rancher has tried hard to make his
daughtir look high for a husband. "You are good enough
and pretty enough for a king." he would often aay. and some
times add: "The Huilins blood don't mix with the common
herd. I tell you light here, your old father will not be satis
fled with anything less than u general or a duke."
More than 100 young men were employed on the colonel's
ranches, and every mother's son of the hundred was desper
ately in love with Flora Huilins. Col. Rullius was blissfully
ignorant of this fact, but his daughter was well aware of It.
One of the hundred lovers, whose name was William
Scroggln,, was quite a favorite with the cuttle king, and a
great favorite with Flora. Here again the colonel's eyes
were at fault. The old man liked " Hilly " because he was a
hard rider, a good roper, and always ready to obey orders.
Flora liked him because ho was good looking, a picturesque
horseman, and an ardent wooer. She often stood at her win
dow watching Hilly as he galloped over the plains on a mus
tang, swinging his rope al-out his head, nnd Winking every
Inch a living picture of the hero of her favorite novel.
The Huilins blood would have boiled If an Inkling of the
situation had crept Into the old colonel's head, and he would
have roared and bellowed like one of his own mud bulls, and
one who listened would have felt that nothing would have
satisfied his thirst for gore hut the scalp of William Scrog
glns. Flora Surprises Col. Bullins.
"Hilly" know the "old man" pretty well, and Flora
knew him to a finish. One morning father and daughter sat
at the breakfast table. Flora was trying to balance a spoon
across a teucup and annoy her father at the same time. An
ticipating that she was about to ask for wimethlng which she
felt he would give to be rid of a noise, he said: " Rattle
away, 1 like It."
A surprise was in store for both sides.
," Dad," said the shrewd little beauty, suddenly looking up
with lively Interest, " nln't It about time I was looking about
for a sweetheart?"
" Husband, you mean. No hurry fact Is 1 am planning a
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surprised young cowboy, with some limit it ton.
' Now, own up," said the old man, with a wise look.
' You are dead In love, ain't you?"
"1 am afraid you have tumbled to the situation." said
Hilly, looking a little frightened.
"Then why don't you marry her at once?" roared the
old rancher.
" Can't do that," said the cowboy. " The old man won't
let mo have her."
"Nonsense!" snorted Col. Huilins. " Fteal her. Hun
away! The old folks will come around all right. Why. I had
to steal my wife, and 1 have helped a hundred other fellows
to steel their sweethearts. In fait, 1 like to plot and help
lovers. Jest go ahead. Hilly, and when you get ready to clopo
let me know, and 1 will help you. 1 wl!l make old Sqiilro
llosklns marry you or I'll kill him."
Plots to Steal His Own Daughter.
William Scroggins lost no time In reporting this con
versation to bis sweetheart, and Flora thought It would be n
capital Idea to net upon the advice of her father, since Hilly
Informed Iter that it had been given In "awful deadly"
earnest
Winn the lovers had arranged their plan of elopement
Hilly at once reported to Col. Huilins and asked him for a
note to Siiulro llosklns. The great cattle king was greatly
pleased. '
Hot it all arranged, have you. Hilly?" he said, rubbing his
hands together, while his eyes sparkled with felicity. " You
can't down old Huilins." ne shouted. " 1 will Just write Squire
llosklns to marry William Scrogglns and 'the young lady
leaning on his arm." or get off of the ninth."
After handing the paper to the well pleased young man,
the old rancher suddenly concluded to go further. "Hilly,"
saii'l he. " I ain't never unite repaid you for dragging me out
from under them stampeded stiers. but I am going to do It
right now."
It occurred to the happy young man that the old colonel
was doing that identical thing In a handsome way, but ho
had the good sense to keep bis month closed.
"I um going to give ou a wed. ling supper, ami we will
have all the cowboys and all tin- neighbors lure, nnd we will
dance nil night, nnd go home with tliq girls In the morning.
Follow nullins, Hilly, and you will wear diamonds nnd never
fail."
Bullins
tour of Europe this summer. You can get your ribbons to
gether and your shoes polished. Mum is the word, but be
tween you and me, I have got my eye on a son of the cxcir
of Kufisia. Lay low and keep cool. The heiress of the Huilins
millions must go slow."
" Why, paim, what is the use to go so far? Maylw I could
find a sweetheart nearer home."
" What! Find a husband for a Huilins on a cattle ranch?
Say. now, have you seen any generals, or duke, or congress
men about here lately?"
" No, daddy, but there Is Huck Kilgore, and Sam Harlow,
and Hilly Scrogglns, and "
A cup fell from the old man's hand and crashed to frag
ments on the floor, his lower Jaw dropped, and his eyes glared
with rage. There was a lump in his throat, and when he
attempted to swallow It he emitted a snort from his nostrils
that set the dishes to rattling as it the house had been shaken
by an earthquake.
Flora would have run away, but fright had unnerved her.
" Harlow!" Col. Huilins roared. " Why, I would not let
him marry the daughter of my cook! Scrogglns! Old Scrog
glns was a fiddler and a member of the legislature. I wonder
that the floor don't yawn and swallow you. Go away. Ititn
anil look yourself up. You have set the nullins blood to boil
ing." "Billy" Rescues the Colonel.
William Scroggins heard of this matutinal colloquy be
tween father and daughter before many hours had Kmsed,
and it made him so miserable that he could hardly maintain
his seat In the saddle.
It was a busy time of the year, and Col. Rullins and his
little army of vaqueros were doing some hard riding. One.
evening a bunch of about aOO big steers stampeded, and in
spite of the heroic efforts of the oowlsiys they started at
breakneck speed towards a high bluff on the Colorado river.
" They will plunge right over it," roared the old rancher,
"and half of them will be killed! Ride, Iniys: turn the mad
devils; shoot the leaders!"
Mounted on a tine racer' the colonel was soon leading his
daring riders. With the courage of a soldier leading a cavalry
charge he plunged in front of the bellowing herd, firing his
revolver ami yelling like a wild Comanche. " Hilly " Scn.g
glns was not far away. Through the ctoud of dust he saw
the racer fall and throw his rider headlong under the hoofs
of the frantic brutes.
Col. Huilins fully realized hU dunger, and, while making
frantic efforts, to escape on his hands and knees, he yelled
for assistance.
The hoofs of the cattle were Just ready to fall upon the
terror stricken man when Billy Scrogglns seized him by the
collar and drew lilm across the neck of his horse.
" That was a brave act," said, the trembling old million
aire when his rescuer landed him beyond the reach of the
mad steers. Not insensible to a feeling or gratitude, he fre
quently muttered while trying to recover his self-possession,
' 1 will not forget you, Hilly."
Soon after this the old rancher learned that Hilly Scrog
gins could read and write, and. since be often needed the
services of "one who could 'figure' and write letters." he
kept the young man within easy reach. BUly and his rich
boss often rode side by side for days and days, and some
times they slept under the same blanket. As time passed
these two, who were ho widely separated as to wealth, be
came Intimate, though It is evident that the old colonel had
forgotten the conversation between himself and his daughter
at the breakfast table.
Col. Bullins Acts as Cupid's Aid.
Col. Huilins had an exalted conception of his own masterly
powers of penetration, and when he happened to see Hilly
Scrogglns talking to Sally Hums at a (spring where the
willows swayed to the, gentle ziphyis, limpid waters rippled,
and birds sang in the trees, he at once jumped to the con
clusion that the young couple were violently in love. Chuck
ling with great satisfaction over bis discovery, the old ranger
seized the first opportunity to exploit his superior tactics.
" Hilly." said he, " why dnn't you get nia-rird?"
" Well, I can't well see how I could do that," replied the
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The date for the elopement was fixed, nnd during tho
intervening days the deeply Interested old man could hardly
restrain his felicity. He tiequenlly held secret consultations,
with Hilly, and. after offering him the use of his carriage and
horses, he finally told him that he had taken his daughter
Flora Into the plot. " O, she Is a thorough Huilins," he said,
apologetically. " You need not be afraid of her, Billy." ho
said. " I have told her all about It. and she Is interested.
She will help us to pull this affair off In greut stylo."
Bullins Gets Hot, but Cools Off.
Great preparations were made for the big frolic that was
to come off at tho Huilins ranch. The whole community for
tulles round had been lnvltedi Col. Huilins was at his best.
1'roud of his lavish hospitality, ho moved about with ponder
ous dignity, receiving his guests with tho bearing and cour
tesy of a knight of tho days of chivalry.
" I have a surprise In store for you all," he said. "After
awhile the musicians will play a little march, and then you
will look upon a pair of smiUng faces, and you will tie ready
to shout for Joy."
Mr. Scrogglns had no difficulty In getting possession of
the girl who eloped with him. In fact, Mr. Huilins. the
plotter, helped her Into the carriage, saying: "Stick to tho
Huilins plot, and you can't fall. 1 will get there In time to
congratulate you, Hilly."
He did get there, Just as tho squire was saying, "And
now I pronounce you man and wife." A glance was sttfiicicnt
to reveal his stupendous folly.
The bridal party left him howling for Scrogglns and llos
klns gore Intermingled. He did not appear at the feast or tho
dance. It took him three whole days to cool off and come to
the rational conclusion that It would be best to regard the,
remarkable affair as a huge " Huilins Joke." The plotters
were forgiven, and the fortunate cowboy was taken Into
partnership.
Handsomest Man In World Driven to Death by Women,
FATAL GIFT OF BEAUTY LEADS TO SUICIDE.
ICTOK MAZ.tlLENl, the handsomest man in
V" I the world, loved by over l.ooo women, kill.d
I himself because his beauty led to ruin.
I ' The man over whom women of three con
tinents raved, the man who fled from Chicago
ten years ago because a beautiful and wealthy
woman u married woman-sought him and
would have abandoned all for him, killed him
self in the hall bedruom of u Hoston boarding house, cursing
his beauty.
The fatal curse of beauty led the man to llee from Italy,
abandoning bis post as an officer In the imperial army. It
drove him from London, where he was amassing a fortune,
it exiled him from New York, from Chicago, and finally,
broken by tho curse, he settled In Boston and became the
head waiter In a hotel. v .
Even In that position women, viewing his majestic beau
ty, which artists as well as women raved shout, sought him
out and. throwing modesty to the. winds, Ngged for a smile
of him.
Women In China, In Japan, In Africa, in India, in Paris. In
Rome, and In' Vienna adored the man, and they and their
husbands and sweethearts made him an lahmat! In part,
for though his hand was raised against none all men's hands
were raised against him.
Died Longing to Love.
And. despite his great beauty, despite the adoration of
women, he remained .heurt free, holding women at bay by his
coldness, although always courteous and gentle, lis died
longing for the love qf one woman whom he never found
during a life in which beauty, wealth, and cleverness bowed
to him and pleaded for a kiss.
Heautlful as a Greek god, amiable as the softest hearted
of his countrymen, Victor Mazzolent, who might have been
the hero of a thousand romances, died by his own hand and
turned the romance Into tragedy.
He was a prince among meivbut men refused him; and
a god among women, whose homage he refused to accept.
Ills hair was white white from young manhood with
a lustrous whiteness, and his fuce was the face of a g'.wi
strong, tender, expressive. The eyes were the most beautiful
of all, filled with R charm that none could resist except men.
Ills teeth were 'White and perfect, hia complexion superb, and
his form that of an Apollo.
But he was a spendthrift. Money he lavished upon oth
ers, and sometimes upon himself. No beggar asked that did
not receive; no friend strove to liorrow In vain. He spent
money with lavish prodigality, entertaining sumptuously and
as often as ho found one to dine with him.
Beauteous Child of Noble House.
Maxzolenl was boru beautiful. In lmbardy, In Italy, it
is suld he was the most beautiful child that ever was car
ried to the sacred font for baptism. lie was of a noble house
and his father was wealthy. Before he was 15 his career of
conquest began, and when he was In school the olive cheeked
daughters of Ills native land adored him and sighed for his
favors.
Then his father sent him as agent to many countries and
his beauty began to be known. In India wives of English
officers and the women of native princes fell in love with
him and raved about his beauty. In China, in Japan, In
Africa, In Vienna, in Berlin womankind proved the same.
They saw the beauty of face and form and beuring of the
young Italian and ran after him.
There were stories, gossip, angry men although it la de
clared Victor never encouraged an of the women nor had
anything to do with them, having enBhrined an Ideal in his
mind and being determined to love no woman until he found
his ideal.
He returned to Lombard', and his father, fearing the
adulation of women would ruin his handsome son, sent him
to London to take charge of his immense silk establishment
there. Knglish women proved the same as the' Indians, the
Japs, and the Chinese. He was Invited everywhere, he was
sought after day and night by women of wealth, of beauty,
of rank.
He was a rage In London for one season. Refusing
scores of Invitations, he was forced to go out at times, and
he went, and everywhere women begged his favors and
pleaded with him to love them.
Found His Ideal, but Couldn't Win Her.
It was In London that he found the ideal the one woman
In the world whom he mil and failed to win.
The Irony of his life was climaxed there. The man whom
a thousand women loved could not win the love of tho one
woman he desired. . She was kind to him. When she dis
missed him she gave him her photograph, and when he shot
himself In the head In his room in a Hoston boarding house
a few days ago that photograph was clutched to his heart
The last letter he wrote was a request that her photo
graph be burled with him.
He lift no letter for any woman when he sent himself
on the last Journey, but left a note to two of his men friends
who knew tne pltlfulness of his life, and asked them to toll
Her and they alone know who she is.
The other 1KK were as nothing to him.
Maxzolenl was practically driven from London by the curse
of his fatal beauty. He was an extravagant entertainer
there, striving to return the favors of those wealthy and
noble persons who, because of his beauty, invited him to their
houses. The open and flagrant attentions of a noblewoman
to the wonderfully handsome Italian attracted attention, and
to save her name and prevent a grave scandal ho left London
and came to the United States.
Sought by Chicago Women.
It was in 1S!W that Mazzolenl appeared in Chicago. He
had money more than $.VI,IKX with him, but It was not his
money that attracted attentkm. His remarkable beauty, his
distinguished carrlag-e, his brilliant conversational powers,
his easy grace at entertaining, attracted attention from the
first.
Women swarmed around him. They begged his favors,
pleaded for a smile, showered gifts upon him. He paid no
attention to them, but his failure to do so appeared only to
add to his attraction. Men, disgusted, turned away. The
man spent thousands In enterlitinlng men and littke on
women, striving to shun them, for the memory of the Ideal
who had turned her back upon him was fresh In his mind.
Yet the women swarmed after him. He was a well known
figure around the hotels and theaters, and the men who
hated him bee-ause the women loved him helped, spend his
money.
In less than a year he was " broke."
Maxzolenl said then that the day he spent his last cent
was one of the happiest of his life. He believed then that,
with money gone, women would case to pursue him. tjuht
iy and without sense of shame he sought a position and w s
appointed head waiter in the dining room of a hotel where
he had entertained lavishly. Tho men Bneercd openly and
were' glad, rejoicing over his supposed downfall, but
as head waiter his charms appeared to have more power.
He saw more women, and to see women was to make a con
quest with him.
life's Theories Changed by Taunts.
Perhaps Maxzolenl felt the sneers of the men. At any
rate he seemed after that to cease to resist the women and
to take pride in his conquests. Ho never spoke of them, but
when women Invited him to their homes he went, somutimis.
He was the guest at a fashionable Michigan avenue house
one night, where four society women were his hostesses, and
all openly professed their love for him. fiervants told the
master of the house. The women, fearing a scandal, were
panic stricken, and for their sakes Mazzolenl quietly resigned
his position and disappeared from Chicago, leaving a score of
aching hearts.
He appeared In Hoston, settling In the Italian quarter In
the old north end, In North square, under the shadow of the
Hotel ltay. The. women of that quarter adored him, but he
had nothing to do with them.
He sought employment and found It as head waiter at
the fashionable Hotel Somerset. The position there became.
Impossible. Rich women of the Back bay district, heiresses,
society women, actresses sought him with the same fervor
that the Italian belles of the north end showed. He resigned
and became steward at the 1'nlversity club, seeing only men,
and for a time had peace.
But his beauty could not be hidden nor his gallantry sup
pressed. Whatever a woman asked except love he gave.
He spent his earnings for flowers for the women to whom ho
' refused love.
Then he became head waiter at the Berkeley. There an
actress came Into his life a beautiful and talented woman
who loved him wildly and refused to be refustd. Gently ho
rebuffed her and sent her gifts of flowers. He did not love
her, but he could not hurt her, and he made the mistake of
forgetting that he was the head waiter and not the count
that he had been when he fled to America.
Showered with Flowers While III.
The hotel proprietors resented his forgetfulncss and ho
lost his position.
A week latiw he fell sick. An operation became nccs
sary, and It was performed In his rooms In the home of Mr.
and Mrs. George Klllain, 1 171) Washington street, who loved
the handsome, gentle Italian as father and mother.
The operation was only partly successful. Ihirlng his
sickness his room was filled with rare flowers sent by his
admirers, but the man appeared not to notice them, or to
be disgusted with them. He wrote a long letter to the Ideal
and a short reply came.
The next day Mazzol,:til piled up all the Ittters-the burn
ing lov-e letters, written to him by hundreds of women ami
destroyed them by fire for fear that some one might know
and that some woman's reputation might be hurt.
llu talked sadly to Mrs. Klllam, telling her part of the
story of his life, and he wrote a short request to s.ime fuith
ful men friends.
Then he went to his room. It was his forty-third birth
day. He aut a long while looking at the portrait of the
thousand and first girl, and then, taking a revolver frcm
bis trunk, he stood before the mirror, gazed for the hint time
u;ion his lieautiful face, and destroyed his fatal beauty by
firing a bullet into his brain.
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