San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-08-01

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"Shet% exclaimed the father as he
reached over and cuffed the youngsters
head.
Il purfess that we heven't got rich, u
slowly replied he husband, but faint
all my fault. Wasn't claw'd by bar r!
Didn't | fall fun a tree? Wasn't the
young 'uns down with the measles and
things?"
But you hain't used me right!' sobbed
the woman. Look at these duds-the
best hevl I've worked and toiled and
toiled and saved, and what have got for
it? Who be | but ramshackle squatter s
wife, hevin' chills all summer and goin'
b'arfut in the winter? Where be we, and
what be WEI"
The children set in and began crying
with their mother, and the mountainee
drew his sleeve across his eyes and whis-
pered:
Stranger, talk to her soothin' like.
She's powerful good hearted but liable to
spells She's got spell on just now"
perhaps things will soon mend"
said, as the woman controlled her emo.
ton little.
"Whar' did We find me, Samuel Jarvis?''
she suddenly exclaimed.
AT yer pops"
Eyes; at my pops, whar' was brung
up like lady. What did you promise?''
Heaps, reckons."
$50 you didi / was to hev muels and
kerridges and niggers and silks! Whar'
be they?"
We've bin misfortunate, Nancy. The
strangers will fetch with me that man
hain't to blame fur his misfortunates
Come, wife, take off yer things"
What fur?'
ITO stay, of course. See them young
'uns a-weepin', and see me a-askin it of
you"
You said could go if didn't like
your style"
Il was only funnin', Nancy"
Mas a-gittin' the upper of dad!"
snickered young Hiram.
"Shet!" called the father, getting in
double cuff this time.
well, might stay on account of the
children" said the wife.
Yes, they are pore things"
"And mebbe you'll do turn better"
Il will, Nance-durn my buttons if /
DON'T
But the stranger must fetch with me
that I'm a dom it to please you and the
children"
Yes" l said, your duty lies here
You must not desert your family"
Ma dasn't 90 and pop dasnt let her.
called Hiram from behind stump, and
then we went inside. We had smack
of bears meat and corn bread, and as
evening came down they gathered in front
of the fire to hear of the wonders beyond
the Cove. Railroads. Neither mother
nor children had ever seen track.
Steamboats,. They could hardly compre
bend. New York, Boston, Philadelphia
Chicago They had never heard the
names. Telegraphs and telephones,
pianos and organs reapers and mowers,
steam engines and electric lights! Each
was wonder to them. Neither man nor
wife could name five states. They had NO
names for oceans. They could name only
three large rivers. We talked and talked,
and when midnight came the squatter
reached over for my hand and said:
Stranger, don't it make yer head ache
to carry all them knowledge around?'
Dog gone my shoes, Sam Jarvis but
ives got to be aristocratic purity soon or
III hang myself. M Quad in Detroit
E'nn Press.
Inc OF me House.
The chief reporter of the house is John
J. McElhone, and he is almost as old in
his service here as Murphy. He has the
more difficult position, l judge, of the
two, for the house is always in an uproar
and half dozen members often speak at
the same time. Just now, during the
tariff discussion, the air is filled with
confusion like that of Babel, and two or
or three reporters are required to keep
things in order. McElhone dates back to |
l649, and he reported the fuss between
Senators Benton and Foote, in which |
Foote drew his pistol and Benton wanted |
to get at Foote. Benton, in the dispute |
which afterward arose over the occur |
renee, said he was willing to base his case
on the accuracy of the notes of Master |
McElhone
McElhone has a curious wav of work |
ing. He pays no attention to the me- |
chanical part of his work His system is |
the Pitman system of the simplest form. |
He makes it point to understand the |
speakers he is reporting, and he keeps up |
with their thought, criticising every SEN |
tence, and his hands follow his brains |
like bits of machinery. He writes as fast |
as he thinks, and he will never be at |
loss until he finds man who can think |
faster than he can. 1t is needless to say |
that he has not, up to this time, ever
been stumped -Frank G. Carpenters |
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