San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-09-28
A VINE.

"I've been thinking" said my wife, that
we ought to have vine down there"
Down there" was the few square feet Of
soil which made up the front lawn of our
residence, and as we were sitting at the head
of the flight Of brown stone steps which led to
our front door, naturally we were at some
elevation over the lawn.
1t was a relief to me to find that my wife's
mind was dwelling only upon vines. / had
Joined a new club the week before, and had
been expecting some little interrogations con-
corning initiation fees, dues, ETC., all prof
fered so civilly and courteously that it would
be impossible to withhold the desired infor-
nation, albeit | knew that following such
conjugal Interchange of confidence would
probably come a gentle reminder that ''we
must be sure to lay in the coal in August, as
the papers anticipate strikes next winter"
| replied most cordially to the vine sug-
gestion, "a capital idea. You mean it, of
course, to be trained up the house frontr
"Oh yes" said Mrs. John. at will have
to be wired up, you know, and then trained
out about each window. We have taken the
house on long lease, and it will pay to
make such small improvements to the prop
erty"
l assented with sufficient heartiness, still a
little fearful that another silence on my wife's
part might evolve some reference to club
matters. But Mrs. John was absorbed with
the vine. 1t and her imagination We're grow.
ing together.
Il shall get some sort of free growing ivy,
| think" she went on Illuminating. ~ don't
like big leaved vine or a sprawling growth
up a house side-something clinging and
close, sending its slender tendrils out in eff.
fective tracery of rich green against the
stone"
Like womans love-" ventured, knock
ing the ashes off the end of my cigar, and
when the words rang out on the cool night
air they reverberated through space with a
painfully fat note.
If you mean that a woman's love is a rich
green" said my wife coldly, II agree with
you The woman and the love are both
richly green to bestow themselves upon the
average man. John" she broke OFF quite
irrelevantly, don't read so many cheap
novels. Stick to your business and your
clubs-oh, by the way, is the Pelham really
startedr
The Pelham was the new club. The cool
night air was no longer cool
THE Pelham repeated "Oh, yes, the
Pelham" houndering easily and hopelessly.
II believe it opens shortly. I'll tell you what
I'll do, Nan, about that vine III stop at the
florists in the morning and send him over tc
see you"-and then the baby cried and Mrs
John sought the seclusion of the second fool
front.
That is how the vine started, or, to be
strictly accurate, that is how the vine did not
start
The next evening when l approached my
home shortly before the dinner hour gave
the premises the usual inspection which a
man is apt to bestow when he is rather proud
than otherwise Of his place, and was for a
moment surprised to discover a wire cable
about one-eighth inch in diameter stretching
from the little mat of turf inside the iron
fence away up to the roof of the three story
and basement house, and, for aught knew
to the contrary. considerably further As
far as the naked eye could reach perpendicu-
larry the wire went.
For momentI said was surprised, but
second glance downward showed me small
plant, perhaps six inches in height, from
whose very heart apparently the formidable
length OF the wire took source.
All" l reflected with a smile, Mrs.
Johns vine mas becIpe au establ. shed fact"