Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-02-14
Looking for the Legislashur.

Yesterday noon man about s;y+vfro
years of age came up stairs into tbe local
room Of this paper and inquired.
, rs thls wiar the Legisashur is?"
NO, sir" replied the reporter; ..the
Legislature is in session at Lansing
way off there, eh," continued the
man, as he sat down, laid his cane across
the table and took off his mittens
Yes; trains run twice dav. Pretty
good crowd out there by this time,
:, i don't care about the crowd" said
the Old man, II want lava new lawlp
CHI" - " 'A"
Yes, sir, / want a new law-suntbin'
to purtect old men like me.o
What's the matter-how do YOU want
to be protected?"
My names Horner," replied the man.
as he slowly fumbled inside his coat
MY names Homer, and I'm an old fool
What do you think did three months
ago! Went and married girl nineteen
years old, and red-headed at thatl Yes.
went and decided her farm and gin her
SIX hundred dollars cash and married
herr
And you do not live happy?"
Happy Young man, let me SNOWY
you sunthin here, look ut that"
And he unrolled piece of brown pa
per and displayed a handful of gray
hairs, some of which were bloodstained.
pulled right out of my scalp only
three days ago" he went on, "And see
this ere leg!"
He pulled up his pants and exhibited
black and blue spot just above the shin.
"Struck there with hatiron," he ex-
planned; 'meaGt to hit me in the chist
and kill me at once, but lodged. And
see herer'
He opened his coat and vest and re-
vealed the fact that he had no shirt on,
and consequently nothing on which to
button collar
Tore it otf'n me two weeks agorn he
whispered, land she burned up my other
one. I've bin around this way for a fort
night, almost dying by inches.'
"Well, she must be regular wildcat"
said the reporter.
young man, if war to sit here and
tell ye how that woman conducts herself
yed have to hold yer ha'r down" ex-
claimed the old man striking his leg.
mo one knows how she's heaved flatirons
at me, hit me with clubs, throwcd water
over me in bed, pulled hair, jawed around
and brought my gray hairs in sorrow to
the gravel Why, what do you think she
called me this morning.
"a cundurango, perhaps"
"Wuss'n that, boy-far, far wuss; she
called me an ApOllO"
"Possiblel"
eyes, she did! Think of that, will We
think of man of my age, who has al
ways paid his debts and been honest,
ben' set down with pirates.'
"It's badr' sighed the reporter, as a
long pause ensued.
ats awful-the awfulest kind Of aw
ful.' replied Horner. give got to stand
it. but | want law to protect other old
men. | want law to furbid any man
over sixty from marryin' a girl who isn't
over twenty"
THAT might be wise law
81 can't 90 to Lansin'," he went on,
''but you kin help me. Put it in your
papel-git up an excitement about it.
will you do this! Look at me, boy
look me all over! See how I've suffered.
See how hot my head is'.'
"Ill help you all | can"
"Do. Write to him. Write to him
five times day! I'm goin' hum to meet
her. and be pounded around and sassed
and iawed, but if know you're gettln,
law through III go to the grave feelln'
+ good"
\ And he put on his mittens, took up his
! cane and was gone.-DetrOH Free Press.