Los Angeles daily herald., 1888-04-02
WOMEN AS GAMBLERS.
How One of Them Treated a
Horse Rattle.

Horse Rattle.
The women, God bless them, are
always our salvation. They are the
salt of the earth, and preserve the
wicked male being from all sorts Of
unspeakable depths of moral degrade
ton. Here is domestic scene in
which one of the angelic creatures
figures in heroic effort to break her
husband of the terrible habit Of gam
bling. The scene is laid in a promi-
nent city in the Webfoot State, in a
nicely furnished boudoir in "pala-
tial residence" the home of one oi
the great ''lumber barons" made rich
by the tariff of $4 thousand laid on
our building materials. 1t is past the
witching hour, and ghosts have
already begun to bethink them Of
hieing to their confines e'er the glow
worm gin to pale his Intellectual fires,
and the bird of dawning to tell the
matin to be near. Ensconced in the
ample folds Of her "downy,' %
lies snugly the comely mat
ron Of the mansion. The
moons pale, watery beams flicker
With sick, uncertain light upon the
warm colors OF a heavy carpet, into
which each football sinks. By this
rather unsatisfactory light the "pro.
tected labor" of the lumber baron is
being carefully expended in an earn
est endeavor to get disrobed and
creep noiselessly into bed. The
effort was loves labor los
for while the baron balanced himself
on one leg and tried to get the othel
out of his unmentionables, alas he
slipped, and came down on the foo
with "dull and heavy thud!" A
fifty we are much less expert in these
acrobatic feats than at twenty-five. II
a moment from beneath the heavy
blankets came short sharp inquiry
els that you, George ?"
eyes. l thought you were asleep
"Well, 80 l was, until you woke mi
up with fright. I thought the hous'
was falling. But l see it was onl,
you. Now, look here. George -
What time is it?"
| IL Is ABOUT IL y CIOCk.
"About IL O'Clock! See here! Yol
know it is after IL. You know it i
past O'clock" r ggEg
He was little in donbt as to tn
exact time and gave himself tn
benefit.
"No, / do not know that it is
O'Clock. 1t is past 12."
Giving up the inquiry as to the yer
nick of time, the angel beneath tn
coverlets turned her mind to Ii
calities by the question:
"Where have you been all night :?
"Why, you see, l was up town an
met few friends, and we were tt
gether for little WHILE"
''Do you not think it a disgrace fc
a man in your position, the father Of
family, to be out all over the city wit
the boys no doubt, when yo
should have been in bed?"
Here he took advantage OF the per
itent dodge and tried the use OF th
honest confession policy, as good fc
his mind, if not for his soul, so h
acknowledged that his conduct migl
be little out of place in this respec
He told her he vas sorry, and hope
it would not occur again. Ther
under cover of this Quake
mode Of warfare, be ventured int
bed, closed his eyes, and in trice bt
gan to snore under pretense of bein
asleep. The stertorous music of hi
bseatbins was soon shaken out {
tune by the action OF small and SOL
but vigorous hand. He was furthe
called to sense of his responsibilit
by the query.
Nov, where have you been? Yo
do not go asleep until you tell me-"
"Well, you see, Jake Metzgar, RAJ
fled his horse last night-the splendi
bay you admire SO, called Poo
Catcher / went down to see tn
boys throw"
"You did. You went to sec th
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