Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1877-10-25

There vas :. sleepy lot on The four
O'Clock cstggoiog down Michigan are.
rue yssletdar. The day was hot, the
he beyond the prime -oi hfe, opened his
eyes - z woman crowded in, with q
long paPer-box under her arm. His
ey< dPessd . st1lils sasorea q NE su
down pear, him, and pressstly they
widened 70 their fullest extent IS he
reid the label on The box-.cne dozen
eeked 2hists.. He glanced fom
groaned out: "Lald q love bot what
Will come next?' ''
She looked around at him as If she
feared that case Of collie would come
next and he frightened up a little andssid:
well, I have worn 'em for a year,
and ] know they are handy and relia-
bic. If my daughters want to get
half a dozen apiece shan't cry over il. !"
Were you speaking to me - she
asked, after seeing that no one else
seemed interested.
81 sorter was and sorter wasn't" he
replied. as he worked a faint smile to
his face. 81 was saying that it's won
derful how much the inventive genius
Of this country has done for US on the
shirt question"
She hitched away little.
Twenty years ago." he mused as he
hitched after her, ''if any man had told
me that the dormant genius of this
country would soon rouse up and IN
vent button-behind shirt, I'D have
looked upon him as crazy. But DOR
mant genius was o. X. She reused,
she invented, and I've got one of them
very shirts on"
The look she gave him ought to have
torn him all to pieces, but II didn't.
"One year ago" he calmly resumed,
"if anybody had told me that the gent
ler sex would soon demand open backed
shirts I'D have gone fishing and never
returned. But the epoch has hove in
sight-shc's right here. can remem-
Der them as boss"
"Who are you talking to, sir:' she
demanded in an awful voice.
"To you, madam. was saving il
wear 'em there is no reason why you
shouldn't"
II appeal to these passengersw she
excitedIy exclaimed.
$50 do t." he answered. Every
body in this car with a button-behind
shirt on, will please stand up until |
count noses."
The old man stood up. He was all
alone. He looked around in a SORROW
full way, and said:
"The noses have IT, and the rcsolu-
tion is laid on the table. However.
Ill stick to mine, and | don't believe
this woman here will 60 back on doz-
en- till she has given 'em a fair show.
Which side of the neck do you button
on, madam %
The yelis that followed brought in
the driver. The old man was pointed
out as drunkard and a woman-insul-
ter. and the driver was feeling for his
neck when the astonished man cried out.
"Who is drunk: Who has insulted
anybody"
''He kept talking about shirts -
screamed the woman with the box.
"And you've got box FULL" shouted
the man.
al hain't ne-i"
She turned up the box, and saw the
label for the first time. She grew red,
then white, and there was an awful ST.
lence. Ripping Of the cover, she .x-
hibited bolt of mosquito netting nest
led away in the box. Nay, she held it
up, and even shook it at the old man.
He smiled softly, nodded his head
dozen times, and blandly said:
Correct, madam tumble TO it.
That doesn't look like dozen button
behind shirts, and I'm grieved if Of
tended. Put it back. madam. Forget
that you ever saw me, and wear any kind
you have a mind to r'-Deiroit F. Press.