Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1875-02-04
LOOKING FoR THE LEGISLATURE

LOOKING FOR THE LEGISLATURE
A PIorURE That MAY INTEREST CUR EMERYo
STATESMEN.
Yesterday noon man about sixty FIVE
years of age came up stairs into the
local room of this paper, and inquired !:
g Is this whar the Legislasbur is ?"
No, sir" replied the reporter !;
" the Legislature is in session at Lam
sing"
"Way off there, eh !" continued the
man, as he sat down, laid his cane
across the table, and took of his nit
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, CT want lava new
law !"
"Eh ?"
yes, sir, want new law-suthin'
to protect old men like me-"
want to Re protected ?"
MY names Homer" replied the
man, as he slowly fumbled inside his
coat. "My names Horner, and I'm an
old fool What do you think 1 did
three months ago? Went and married
girl nineteen years old, and rcd
headed at hat Yes, went and decided
her farm. and gin her six hundred
dollars cash and married her ~
And do you not live happy?'
Happy! Young man, let me show
you suthin'- here, look at that y"
And he unrolled piece of brown
paper and displayed 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 fat-iron p he
explained "meant to nit me on the
chist and kill me at once, but / lodged.
Aud see here !"
He opened his coat and vest and re-
vealed the fact that he had no shirt OH,
and consequently nothing on which to
button collar.
"Tore it off N me two weeks ago %
he whispered, "and she burned up my
other one. I've bin around this way
for a fortnight, almost dying by
inches !"
"Well, she must be a regular wild
cat, said the reporter.
Young man, if 1 war to sit here
and tell We how that woman conducts
herself ye'd have to hold yer har
down !" exclaimed the old man, striking
his leg. No one knows how she's
heaved fat-irons 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 very norning?"
"a cundurango, perhaps"
Wuss'n that, boy-far, far wuss
she called me an apollo :"
Possible I"
"Yes, 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 p
cts bad !" sighed the reporter, as a
long pause ensued.
cts awful l.. The awfulest kind of
awful - replied Horner. "Ive got to
stand it, but want law to protect
other old men. want law to furbid
any man over sixty from marryin'
girl who isn't over twenty"
"That might be wise law"
CT can't go to Lansin'," 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 at me, boy
look me all over See how I've suffered
See how hot my head is I"
"Tll help you all can"
"Dol Write to him Write to him
five times a dayl I'm goin' home to
meet her, and be pounded around and
sassed and iawed, but if ] know you're
gettin' law through, I'll go to the
grave feelin' good T.
And he put on his mittens, took up
his cane, and was gone.-Detroit Free
Press.
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