The Arizona sentinel. [volume] (Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1872-1911, 1875-04-24
Looking for the Legislature.

sixty-five years of age came up
stairs into the local room of this
paper and inquired: :.
"Is this whar the Legislashur
IS ~
''No. sir" replied the report er;
"the legislature is in session at
Lausia g.Y
way OFF there, ehl" continues
the man, as he sat down, laid his
cane across the table and took of
his items.
.tEes; trains run twice q day.
Pretty good crowd out there by
this time"
81 don't care about the crowd"
said the old man, 81 want a law
a new laWw
"Eh?"
Yes, sir, I want new law
sonthin' to purtect old men like
me-"
What's the matter-how do
you want to be protectedw
"My name'si Horner," replied
the man, as he slowly fumbled
inside his coat. My names Ror-
ner, and Pm an old fool! What
do you think | did three months
ago? Went and married q girl
nineteen years old, and red-head.
ed at that! Yes, went and deed
ed her a farm, and gin her six
hundred dollars cash and married
,herp' ~
"And you do not live happy?"
"Happy! Young man, let me
snowy you sunthin'-here, look
at thatn'
And he unrolled piece of
brown paper and displayed Il
handful of gray hairs, some of
which were blo0dstained.
"Pulled right out of my scalp
only three days ago!" he went on,
"and see this 'ere legw
He pulled up his pants and eX-
hibited black and blue spot just
above the shin.
"Struck there with a fiatLrCu
he explained; meant to hit me
in the chist and kill me at once,
but | dOdged. And see herei"
He opened his coat and vest
and revealed the tact that he had
no shirt on. and consequently
nothing on which TO button 4 col
Iar.
"Tore it off'n me two weeks
.agor' he whispered, land she
burned up my other one. I've
been around this way for fort
night, almost dying by inches!"
"Well, she must be a regular
wild cat" said the reporter.
young man, if | war; to sit
here and tell We how that woman
conducts herself, ye'd have to
hold your ha'r down." exclaimed
the old man, striking his leg. mo
one knows how she's heaved
fatirons at me, hit me with clubs,
throwed water over me in bed,
pulled hair, jaWed around and
brought my gray hairs in sorrow
to the grave! Why, what do you
think she called me this morn
ing?"
"a condurango, perhaps"
"Wuss'n that, boy = far, far
wuss; she called me an APOLLO"
"POssible?" 1
Eyes, she did! Think of that,
will ye-think Of man of my
age, who has always paid his
debts and been honest, bein' set
down with pirateS!"
"Its badP' sighed the reporter
as long pause ensued.
"It's aWful-the awfulest kind
of awful!" replied Horner. "Pve
got to stand it, but | want law to
nrGtGct other old men. / want Il
law to furbid any man over sixty
rom marryin' q girl who isn't
over twenty"
THAT might be a wise law"
81 can't go to Lansin'," he went
0u, "but you kin help me. Put
il n your paper-git up an excite
ment about it, Will you do this?
Look at me boy-look me all over!
See how Pve suffered! See how
hot my head isp'
"I'll help you all can"
"Do! Write to him! Write to
hin five times day! I'm goin'
hum to meet her, and be pounded
around and sassed and jaWed, but
if l know you're geltin' d law
through I'll go to the grave feel
in goodW Fo
And he put on his mittens, took
up his cane and. was gone.-De-
trOit Free Press.