Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-05-22


JUDGE.
nI saw Judge MoultOn OF Shelbyville,
up here the other day." said an Illinois
three friends in the rotunds of the Palmer
mouse. A Mail reporter cooked his ear
to listen. SIT WAS the arst time I'd seen
him for long time. I used to live down
that way when he was On the Supreme
Congress, and knew him pretty we'll. Ate
mer his wife went to Europe. He's not
much changed during the fifteen wears.
Perhaps you don't know that ne's afflicted
with myopis, but its fact that he couldn't
tell brick mouse from hay stack
sighted. George r. Vending used to
say he sometimes made mistake and
kissed the hired girl on the stairs, taking
her for his wife. But that WAS probably
one of Georges lies.
"Anyhow, the Judge Is powerfully near
sighted. For instance, one day he WAS
going up to the courthouse from the
hotel when he met an smiSble town COW
on the crossing. The1udge is courte-
GUS gentleman, with old school manners,
his hat calamity. With bow, smile,
q pleasant good morning, madame he
stepped clear OF the walk to allow the
object Of his Difference to pass.
"Well, Judge Hess saw 1t and told Pat
Mitchell, and when the Judge got to the
courthouse the whole bar jumped on to
him and guyed him numerically. They
got him madden than hornet, and after
"A ho
without fighting he gathered up his UNI
| brella and hat and put out for the hotel.
Just as he WAS in the middle of the same
| be fooled gain by deceptive appearances,
shouted: 'Hwa there, ye! Get OF the
| waikiki
"well, this capped the climax, and old
| Cap Ellington, who kept the hotel, and
who saw the Judges queer break, Just
1t took the Judge ten minutes to find out
what il was ell about, but when he did
realize his bluuder he didn't wait fc7
dinner, nor for Hess and Mitchell and
| vending to have q chance at him, but
lust gathered up his bag OF briefs and lit
| out on the noon train for Duquin, or
wherever Git was his court sat, and he
didn't come back again until his wife
came home.
"But the story was not forgotten, and
| 1t used to be tcld on him when he was
running for Congress, and it was even
current at Washington, where it followed
| him. he always said it was lie, but
guess 1t was straight goods"
AsADDLK. sKLLER's ADVENTURE.
"WnenI was young man." said q
poll .icisn to Post Dispatch reporter as
ahe bright sunshine touched up the
WHISKY to q lovely amber tint-"Wnen
| WAS a young man travelled in the south
west considerably, selling saddles, etc
On one of my TIPS I stopped over night
/ in . settlers cabin in Southwest Mis-
4 souri,. The settler and his family were
mighty cordial, gave me the best they
had, and made me welcome to bunk on
| the floor with them. The olcest daughter
WAS sixteen or seventeen years old
and q perfect beauty for bel
situation. She wss the kind oil
girl novelist would break his neck te
get mold of for q heroine. She'd be very
picturesque and pl. asing In book, but
shudder when think of her in real life
Sae took quite shine to me, and before
we laid down she had told me nearly
everything she ever heard. A heavy rair
fell during the night, and as!the roads haC
been heavy before, they were not passable
| the next morning. So 1 had to stay a
the cabin. The girl was very attentive
for the three days was there, and on the
evening of the last day she said: Say, il
you uns married?' i told her no. ant
wanted to know why she asked. well
IL you uns ain't,' she said, I'VE uus might
get spliced.'"
The speaker paused to allow his hearers
time to break all their buttons and theI
proceeded: "Her father approved hear
lilly OF the plan. 1--WE been wishing you
uns would hitch ever since I seen you
| uns,' he said, and the whole family Wal
so congratulatory thstiI was afraid to de.
cline. [ pretended to accept and offered
to ride to the meeting house. abapl
twenty miles away and get the preacher
They laughed st the idea. we UNI can
marryIourselEes by kissing over caiia3e5l
the girl said. insisted on the preacher
and after long argument got my hore
out to ride for him. Just as was sahG1!
to mount the girl came. out of thay&b n
arrayed to 60 with me. That WAS too
much. / mounted in . hurry, laid 8
switch to the horses TANKS aud rode OF
st the top of the horse's speed. 1 have
never seen the charmer since"
FATTY NRwToN's MOUSE.
They were telling stories at Finche's
store, over near Northwood, in York
state. l. was what the woodsmen face
tiously call an experience meeting. "Ii
you want to catch trout" said Fatty
Newton, cycling New York Sun scribe,
'you should go drop your bait into the
spring hole.over on Moose river, or into
S.nd Lake or Holm Lake. There's
where the big ones will bite--why, they'll
| fight for the bait. was over there one
day last June. Flies? You never saw
such day for flies as that was, nor trout
either. When the flies bite be sure
the trout will, too. was fishing
in Moose river with couple of
members Of the Bisby Club. When
got to the spring hole 1 baited my hook
with live mouse that Charley Cunning
ham. the guide, had caught. No sooner
did thst mouse begin to swim on that
water than . monster grabbed him.
Sport? Say, you never saw anything
b5tter. landed that fish and rescued