Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1875-01-20
Looking for the LogIslashur

From the Detroit Free Press
Yesterday noon a mai about sixty.
five years Of age came up stairs into the
local room Of this paper and inquired
us this whar the Legislashur is2"
mo, sir replied the reporter; the
Legislature is in session at Lansing"
Way off there, ehl" continued the
man, as he sat down, laid his cane
across the table and took off his nit,
tens.
Yes; trains run twice q day. Pretty
good crowd out there by this time"
Il don't care about the crowd" said
the old man, II want a lava new
lawl"
'ERn
Yes, sir, | want a new law-sunthin'
to purtect old men like me-"
What's the matter-how do you
want to be protected2"
My names Horner,' replied the
man, as he slowly fumbled inside his
coat. My names Horner, aud I'm an
old fool What do you think / did three
months ago2 Went and married. a 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 herl"
And you do not live happy"
Happy Young man, let me show
you sumthin here, look at that
And he unrolled a piece of brown pa.
per and displayed a handful of gray
hairs, some OF which we're 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
a black and blue spot just above the shin.
Struck there with a latironl' he
explained; 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 a collar.
Tore it offn me two weeks agol' he
whispered, and she burned up my other
one. I've bin around this way for a
fortnight, almost dying by inchesn
We'll, she must be a regular wildcat"
said the reporter.
Young man, i'll war to sit here and
tell ye how that woman conducts herself
ye'd have to hold yer ha'r down." ex.
claimed the old man, striking his leg.
No n 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 gravel Why, what do you
think she called me this very morningG'
"A cundurango, perhaps"
"Wuss'R that, boy-far, far wuss; she
called me an Apollol'
"Possible9'
YES, she did Think Of that, will ye 2
think of q mar of my age, who has al
ways paid his debts and been honest,
bein' set down with piratesr'
ITS bad" 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 a law to protect
other old men. / want a law to forb;d
any man over sixty from marryin' a girl
who isn't over twenty"
THAT might be a wise law"
81 can't 90 to Lansin'," he went ON.
but yop kin help me. Put it in your
paper-git up an excitement about it.
Will you do this2 Look at me, boy
look at me all overl See how I've suf-
feredl See how hot my head ISL
I'm help you all | can"
dot Write 10 biml Write to him
FIVE times q day I'm goin' hum TO meet
her and be pounded around and sassed
and iawed, but if | know you're gettin' a
law through I'll go TO the grave feelin'
good"
And hs nDt on his mit'ens, took up his
care and wa gone.