San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-10-23
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HAD ENOUGH.
Thought He Knew 1t All, but He Was
Hmmbleh.

Thought He Knew 1t All. but He Was
Humbled.
He was a youngish man, and he had
plain, honest way of speaking, and
there was something about him to re-
mind you of AN old red farmhouse
trees loaded with harvest apples, the
farmers wife making soft soap in the
back yard. the old oaken bucket coming
up brnful Of cold water and all that.
lie made room for me to sit down be-
side him in Battery park. and pretty
soon lie asked;
"Ev,r make tarnal fool of yourself,
mister"
YES, lots of times"
Then SHAKE. I'm Jest aching to find
company Gurus. amt it, how Teller
will sometimes drop all his horse sense
ami act Ike al idict: Mans queer
Crtter, er"I to himself"
I'VE can't always account for our own
impulses"
"KreCt. was a-sittin here and Won
derin II ever did have any brains in my
head, or if this was dream"
Go ahead with your story"
Ever hear of town i'll this state
called Cazenovia:'
Yes"
Well my old dad owns farm about
| four miles from that town. I'm his
youngest son, and my names jim.
used to be the Smart Aleck of that
neighborhood, Twas supposed to be the
gaul durnedest smarteSt young Teller for
| twenty miles around. | could sing more
songs, husk more corn. jerk more music
out of an accordion and jump higher
than anybody else in the township. |
| got so smart concluded that commu-
nifty was too low for me. Ever had what
they call the swell head?"
several times"
Hats get too small-you begin to spit
| over your shoulder-you know it all and
| nobody else knows nothin. When it
gifts hold of Teller he's goner. had
it bad. | got too big for that county.
Says to the old man one day, says l:
Dad, they wants me down in New
York city, and guess I'll have to leave
| you.'
What do they want of you down
there, JimT he asks, sort of openin his
eyes very wide.
Fur to show 'em how to run the
| town. says |. He didn't seem to believe
it, and the old lady didn't believe it, and
nobody else but me didn't believe it, but
packed up and cum down. Didn't no
body meet me at the depot with a band
Nor"
Papers didn't say word about my
rival"
| MOI"
Wasn't the least bit of excitement
over my COMM and bizness didn't stop
fur minut. burn my hide. if anybody
even shook hands and said they was glad
to seq met
Did the swelling begin to so out of
| your head?'
Purity soon. In one day my No. 6!
hat was so loose it fell down clear to my
ears. brought seventeen dollars with
me | was goin to buy out half the
| town with that"
We'll, your money is gone, you have
| failed to make your fortune, and now
| you'd like to get back home again"
Stranger, if could see old Cazenova
| agin I'd be willin to lay down and let a
drove o cows walk over me! If | had
the money to send telegram to dad
he'd forward my railroad fare and the
| pru.uSal son would sit up and hump
fur home. But I'm dead busted fur
sugar"
We went up to the telegraph Office and
sent dispatch to dad" and at o'clock
that afternoon | saw Jim start for home.
As he shook hands with Inc he said:
I'm goin home rs humble as a cat.
| I'm goin home with hull newspaper
stuffed into my hat to keep it from fallin
down to my chin. The Smart Aleck has
bin weighed in the balance, and he didn't
pull down Il pound. I'm the prodgal
son. I'm gOin to git right down and tell
dad hain't got the sense of a grasshop-
per. AMI after I've bin forgiven I'm goin
to kick myself all over the farm, and
then settle down to dig 'taters and cut
corn. M. Quad in New York Evening
World.
Very Imaginative.