The evening light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1881-1883, 1883-01-13
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doubt is able TO promulgatc logical opinions on
the topics most intimately. connected with the
s asnse i tSe asess P%psrs
= but spose Missy Melia do; she says dey's
better'n de LIGHT fer de bottom fer her hustle"
And SO my dream was dissipated. IL. like the
hustle, was naught but IA fiction founded on
fact.
The management of the Alamo Music house
are making commendable efforts toward the
musical culture of the middle class, and though
their motives may not be entirely free from
regard To peciniary profit, they undoubtedly
tend toward higher appreciation OF music,
and should, therefore, meet with encourage
ment. Some of their soirees musicale have
been very pleasing.
While talking with Mr. CIaudon Yesterday.
called him Colonel, when he asked, why
Colonel"
%" said j, Everybody in Texas has a title,
and don't care to have duel on my hands for
calling a colonel, major or captain
Well" he returned, 81 was once called
colonel in Houston, but went away and after
returning | was designated captain; then
Joined I he Bohemian club and the newspapers
styled me Old CIaudon.'" Somuch for titles.
Here Is literal copy OF an advertisement
saw i'm New Orleans paper: Wanted TWEEN
" seamstresses in chemisettes to work on the
machine. Did the advertiser think seam-
stresses did not wear chenisettes
DO my guests at the fea-table think that sill
yer spikes are left in the wood they are driven
into when the ceremony OF connecting two
railways or completing one is observedy III So
their mind should he disabused of the idea
Silver is too precious to be thus thrown away.
After the railway president taps the silver spike
with his gold hammer and leads his friends
toward the champagne baskets il his luxurious
private coach, the hammer and the spike are re-
moved. They will both be- used again when
similar ceremony occurs.
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We have some queer characters in San AntO-
MO, and one of them is Mr.. Il. II. Howard, the
writer of articles on spiritualism over the in
itials II. IL. II. Mr.. Howard is an old journalist.
having been connected with newspapers twenty
years or more, and some of his writing bears
evidence of once original and prolific imagi-
nation. But now, alas! his mind, like his body,
is fast decaying, and the children of his brain
are only such us could be borne by one not far
from the valley of the shadow of death. At all
times, day and night, he abors under the
iiallllcin2tiOn that he Is surrounded by evil
spirits striving to hurl him into the abyss of in
sanity, by good spirits ever holding his mind
intact. BY night the spirits show themselves
in dreams from which the sufferer awakens
ssadewed with perspiration, trembling with
fear, his nerves shaken by Il horrible tumuit OF
thought. by day the old man converses with
these spirits arguing with them, appealing to
them, sometimes chiding them as he would
Maynard child. A heart-rending spectacle he
presents ms he mutters incoherently while tot
tering along the streets, his form bent low, his
long, white hair flowing over his stopped
shoulders, his eyes cleaning with light other
than that Of this world-with that light of
prescience which told
comes 70 some of the chosen ones
touched 10y the scythe of the grim CLEANER Mr..
Howard is ever contemplating suicide, but
admits his want of courage to nerve his hand
He has nothing to live for, his feeble frame is
constantly wrecked with pain, but thought of
the inscrutable hereafter. the unknown des-
tiny which awaits him, deters him from ending
his life. His memory is perfect of events which
occurred in his youth hut is void of all Incl
dents of his later life.
Dear public, hope that the dish Of gossip
have set before you will lie relished. If il he,
then oblige me by sending TO me, at the LIGHT
office, such morcesux rs you may think will be
suitable for this column and palatuble 10
Your humble servant,
THE MAN ABOUT Town.