Morning journal and courier., 1885-11-16
WOMAN AND HOME. Story of the Fat Texan and His Fi-

l''Ciboletta'' in Chicago Newsl
 After dinner at my hotel I went into my parlor to read my evening paper. Soon a rortIsy. hale. reaIIy man entered with travelling -satchel strap ped over his shoulder. He politely doffed his wide -brimmed, Texan looking hat on see- ing me. He sent his card up to some lady in the house and dropped into the corner of one of those low, sleep-inviting couches to await her. He looked weary and travel worn, but wen-brushed and "smarted" up. The room was large and very quiet-the monotonous ticking of the bronze clock was all there was to disturb one's reveries. Tick, tack, tick, tack-ten minutes passed, and no lady responded to his card. Tick, tack, tick, tack-ffteen minutes passed and no lady. I peeped over my paper and saw that my nice gentleman had leaned his tired head back against the downy cushions. Tick, tack, tick, tack-twenty minutes passed and still no lady. The strangers pleasant, brown eyes close, then open with guilty start, then close again. I did not need to look again, for the most profound snores began to rend the air.
 Put a tired fat man to sleep if you want to hear sounds in many keys. My gentleman was proficient, and snored up and down the scales in that chromatic that only the snorer can execute. He occasionally dropped into a monotone which was sure to be "teed-off'' with terrific snort. It was very funny ,and was enjoying it immensely, when the door opened softly and in came the primmest, sweetest looking little lady, with rather a sacred expression on her face. Her gentle gray eyes wandered all about the room and fell, at first carslessly, on the sound-asleep man, then on me, and creeping up to me in shy, pussy-ike way, she said: Pardon me, but has my gentlem an been waiting here some time for lady and gone away againf' q cannot say, positively" said, ''but I saw that gentleman send his card up to some lady who has not yet put in her appearance" | She looked at him very intently now (the awful snores were at their highest,) then seated herself demurely and waited the awak- | ening. l went on reading, though full of curiosity to see the fun out. After waiting some time she came to me on tiptoe and said ssNow, what would you do. I think that l man has come all the way from Texas to see
 me and yet am not sure of it, and it would ! be rather embarrassing to wake him and find him the wrong man." "Dont you know | hima" asked. She looked confused and
 said: "WeI, it's like this, you see. We be- | tisernent (not exactly Q matrimonial one) and have oorresponded for three years and have
 been engaged for two years, and if this is he he has come on to marry me. I am frank | you see, but a lady of thirty-fve need not b. difident Now, what would you do?' "Why
 wake him up, of course,n said, for wal l dying to see the denouement of this scene. l She tip-toed over to him, but just as sht | touched his shoulder with her timid finger he gave vent to one of those tearing snorts 1 (for he was perfect oalliope in his business that would waken the very dead in theil graves, and thereby awakened himself. Sh' was so frightened that she jumped half aerosl the room. He sprang up and they stooc
 looking at each other, he trying to rub tn. | cobwebs out of his eyes, and she looking very foolish, while laughed behind my paper tt my hearts content. I soon, however, fel myself "de trop," and left them to them selves, wondering if this meeting was favored with any disappointment to either. It was
 very unromantic encounter, to say the least
 after three years courtship!
 l went to Daly's Theater that night, wner | across the house saw seated contentedly sid
 by side, their faces beaming with pleasure
 my hale, handsome Texan (very wide awak
 now) and his pretty, little, ripe fancee. Jo. to them wherever they arel shall alway | feel, somehow, that had hand in maxim | that match.