Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-02-06
From the Detroit Free Press-l
Looking for the Legisiashur.

Yesterday noon a man about sixty
| FIVE years Of age came up stair
into the local room of this paper ant
inquired:
us this whar the Legislashur is?'
mo, SIR" replied the reporter, "th,
Legislature is in session at Lansing.
Way Of there, -ehl' continued the
man, as he sat down, laid his cans
across the table and took off his init
tens.
"Yes; trains run twice day. PRETTY
good crowd out there by this time"
Il don't care about the crowd, said
the old man, want a lava new
law n
''Eh?'
''Yes, sir, | want new law-sun-
thin to purteet old men like me"
What's the matter-how do you
want to be protected?"
Ny name is Horner," replied the
man, as he slowly fumbled inside his
coat. My names Horner, and I'm an
old fool What do you think | did
three months ago? Went and married
girl sixteen years old, and red headed
at that Yes, went and decided her a
farm, and gin her six hundred dollars
cash, and married her 7"
And you do not live happy?"
Happy Young man, let me show
you sumthin'; here, look at thatl'
And he unrolled a piece of brown
paper and displayed handful of gray
hairs, some of which were blood
stained.
Pulled right out of my scalp only
three days agol" he went on. And
see this ere leg!'
He pulled up his pants and exhibi-
ted black and blue spot just above
the shin.
Struck there with fatironl T. he
exclaimed; meant to hit me in the
chist and kill me to once, but / lodged.
And see herel''
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 off'n me two weeks agol" he
whispered, ''and she burned up my
other one. I've been around this way
for fortnight, almost dying by
inchesl"
We'll, she must be regular Wild
cat, said the reporter.
Young man, if [ war to sit here
and tell ye how that woman conducts
herself ye'd have to hold yer ha'r
down." exclaimed the old man, strik-
ing his leg. No one knows how she's
heaved flatirons at me, hit me with
clubs, throwed water on me in bed,
pulled my hair, jawed around and
brought my gray hairs in sorrow to
the gravel Why, what do you think
she called me this very morningI"
"A cundurango, perhaps"
"Wuss' n that, bOy-far, far wuss;
she called me an ApOllo?"
"Possible?''
"Yes, she did, Think of that, will
We? Think of man of my age, who
has always paid his debts aud been
honest, bein set with piratesI''
"It't badl" sighed. the reporter, as a
long pause ensued.
ITS awful-the awfulest kind of
awful, replied Horner. I've got to
stand it, but | want law to protect
other old men. l want q law to forbid
any man over sixty marryin' a girl who
isn't over twenty"
THAT might be wise lawl"
II can't go to Lausin', he went on.
but you kin help me. Put it in your
paper-git up an excitement about it.
Will you do this? Look at me, boy
look at me all overl See how I've
suffered See how hot my head itl''
Ill help you all l can"
dol Write to himl Write to him
five times dayl I'm goin' hum to
meet her and be pounded around and
sassed and jawed. butyif know you're
gettin' a law through I'll 60 to the
grave feelin' goodP'
And he put on his mittens, took up
his cane and was gone.