Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-10-28
LOST ALL AMBITION.
Why One of Widow smythe's Admirers
Has Ceased Calling on Her.


why One of Widow smythe's Admirers
Has Ceased Calling on Her.
/ had been waiting ON the Widow
Smytho for some time, and thought
my prospects in that direction tolera-
bly, bright, when one sunny afternoon
| presented myself at her residence
with my horse and buggy, and invited
her to go driving with me in the park.
But the widow had a severe headache
and couldn't go.
Cant l go, mar?" bawlcd her
eight-year-old son, Tommy.
"Of course not Tommy. Keep quiet,
do"
Now I hated Tommy, but / was
bound to make myself agreeable at any
sacrifice, and SO, with reckless disre-
gard Of the truth, / said:
II should be delighted to have
Tommy 60, if you have no objection,
my dear Mrs. Smythe."
"You are so good, so thoughtful,
Mr.. Bulger," said the widow with an
eloquent look. Every well, then, he
shall 60. Hurry and get ready, dar-
ling"
Tommy's preparations consisted of
filling his pockets with peppermint
lozenges-a confectiOn detest with a
detestation that knows no bounds
and putting on his hat. Then, after
many admonitions to me to be very
careful of dear Tommy, and to dear
Tommy to be a good boy, we started.
II hope you will both have adclight-
full drive" were the widows last words.
Did we have delightful drive? Well,
that drive was not one of those expert
ences calculated to give cynical. and
world-weary man arenewed confidence
in humanity in general, to strengthen
and reinvigorate him for the battle of
life. Not exactly.
care you fond of driving, my little
manp" l asked, as we started, screw
ing my features into what was intended
for an agreeable smile.
"Becherlife, was the quick response.
"l'hat your horsep"
Eyes, Tommy" replied, "that is
my horse"
"Whcre'd you get himP"
"Bought him."
"Of course. Didn't think you stole
him. But wherep"
| "Oh, down town."
whereabouts, down town."
''On Twenty-third street."
''Fronl whomP"
"a man named Brown, Tommy"
"Whenp"
"About two months ago"
IL don't think he's much good"
why not, TommyP'
"Oh, cause, Y'oughter see the
horse that Captain Jowler has when he
takes mar out ridin'. Jimminy, aim
he a gocr!'
"Oh, Captain Jowler takes your m;
out riding, does he, Tommy"
"Yes, an he brings me pound boxes
o. mixed candy. Say, how fast cal
your horse gop"
II don't know exactly"
| "How fast do yer think?"
81 don't know, say, Tommy"
"But how fast do yer think?''
We'll, perhaps mile in three min
utes."
Pooh! that's nothin'. Are yo,
worth much money!
mot very much, Tommy"
That's what l thought. Mar wa
wonderin' the other day, an tod he
l thought you hadn't got much. Say
if you was my dad would you licl
mep'
"That would depend entirely upol
yourself"
MAR said that when YOU got to b
my dad, if she concluded to throw heI
self away on you, she'd bet you''
make il hot for me F"
'Oh, your ma said that, did she
Tommy"
Eyes; an have you got much sense?'
81 have some left, Tommy"
''An' do you think mas Skyc-terrie
has got muchp"
II don't think that he has yer
much"
"Mc neither. But mar said yestel
day she didn' think you had as muc
sense as he's got; an she said sh
thought you dyed your hair; and sh
said she thought it was ridic' lous for
man as old as you are to fix up tn
way you do; an she said"
Boy" said I, interrupting hir
with much firmness, II am going {
drive you home now, and if you S
much as open your mouth again, l.
take you by the neck and drop you out
! hope you understand. !"
Not another word did Tommy ute
until we reached his home. Then
lifted him to the sidewalk and immed
ately drove off. :. / have not been I
the Widow Smythe's since. am nj
ambitious to become Tommy's stel
father. It'd Bits.