Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-12-27
TRUE TALES OF TO-DAY.

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'The delicacy OF the doUs over heri's and the
trim crossings of her t's used to set me
thinking what a dainty hand must have held
the pen, and what bright eyes must have
looked down it. But the signature Respect.
fully.yours, Susie Sothern,' was absolutely
enchanting, especially when you came to
examine it closer and a subtle sweet
odoE assailed your senses, for the
seductive susie even lavished perfume
upon her routine reports. 1t was no
wonder that correspondence with Miss
Sothern, who was stationed at lit
| tie town not q hundred miles from
| Pittsburg. became an agreeable oasis
| In the desert of dry official work for
a bachelor Experimentation l was a
bachelor then. 1t was pleasant with one of
| her dainty little missives before me to pic
ture the writer as pretty girl with blond
hair and deep blue eyes, bending over the
| telegraph instrument-to confess the truth
| used to find it necessary to call up B-vile
more often than any town of its size in
| western Pennsylvania, and it would have
| been strange if had not contrived to show
| that l took an interest-officially of course
| in Susies well being. For long while this
| was all the acquaintance with Susie that
| could compass. But at last a chance to meet
her came.
81 was driving with our superintendent of
construction along Il country road inspect
| ing new line just completed, when we
! emerged from a wood and there lay before
MS rs lovely a valley as l ever saw, with
dense woods upon the hllsides little
river winding in and out among deep green
fields and darker clumps of trees, in their
new June LEAKAGE. and nesting in the midst
of this paradise was small town, mostly of
warm red brick, with white church spire
rising above the houses. That's R--ville"
said my companion.
'B-ville?' echoed 1, and a pleasant
glow spread out from my heart, why, that's
where Susie Sothern Iives-she's the opera
tor there, 1 explained. and as I knew my
companion very well, l admitted my curios-
ity to see Susie to him, and he whipped up
the horse, SO that we were in B--ville in a
minute or two, and drew up in front of the
store in which the telegraph office occupied
corner L was so eager to see the author
or the captivating reports that 1 didn't
Dother about my companion or the horse,
but jumped out of the wagon and had hardly
enough breath left when 1 got inside the
store to ask if Miss Susan Sothern were
within. The store seemed dark after the sun
light of a June day without. and couldn't
make out the features at first of a tall per-
son, who arose from a chair behind n barrel
OF cod fish and said in sharp business tone:
Ihaps me? As my eyes got used to the
half-light in the store 1 discovered that
was talking to a gaunt gigantic female, at
least 40, and yeritable grenadier, even to
the mustacha. NY companion had entered
as Susie revealed her identity, and he had
enough senseleft to say for me who we were,
and that we had merely called to see if the
line was working all right. Then we marched
out, scrambled into the wagon and were off
again before she could say another word. l
looked back once and saw Susie standing
erect, shading her eyes with big hand. and
casting ludicrously long shadow on the
Susie till VIC were out of the town, ard then
we laughed more than we talked"
Cured of Gambling by Gambler.
-sT only played faro once" said
Pittsburg oil man, sit was in little town in
the oil country, when things were booming
Bradford-way. 1 had watched the game be-
fore often, but never played till the night I
speak OF. Luck came my way, and had a
nice big stack of chips when johnny, the
proprietor of the place, tapped me on the
shoulder and said: L want to see YOU
looked up surprised, and then looked at my
winnings He saw the look Been winnin' |
see.' he said, cash in and come outside.
81 didn't want to quit. but l liked Johnny |
mighty we'll and he seemed dead in earnest. |
so cashed in, ,pocketed 5000 $500, and joined |
me i'll silence tora block, then turning under |
a gas lamp. he said Dye think could |
work on the Board-I'm no good at figgers,
an me heads easy turned, an all that
shoutin' an yellin' ID skeer me stupid-but
dye 'spose could do yure work?'
II didn't know what he was driving at |
broker. He answered that lie thought so
too, then he was silent a minute or two and
We walked n block before he said: Il like you
fust rate, an I'll be proud an pleased to play
poker with you an beat you too when you
WILL but don't want you in my place again
If You mean to play faro, or with them as
ness. and it'll hurt you and people III get to
kim about you. You stick to your own
job. and If you want to play cards I'll play
with you-d'ye see?-an' l guess I'll not turn
broker. either: know my lay
"And professional gambler cured me of
but it's So"
Only a Spiritual Conversion.
-"Dere was de awfullest racket down
ouah way Christmas Eve" said Uncle Eph-
rain in the smoking car last night. "Dis
leah chile went to bed early-fer what with
1ecoratin' an celebratin' was done clean
,ut. Pears ter me twas bout midnight dat
was walked up by sech screamin' an carry
m on as never heerd afore. Julie an the
,hilluns was up wiv me- an we was outside
The house in no time. Fer suah, I fought
twas 'nre: but it twaren't. Dose
screams came from
Nanny Graves house cross der
street, and we wus not the fust on der
'cene. De hole population seemed dere:
ome wuz peekin' in at the winders, oders |
Fus tryin' de debut as de shutters wus
lose and de do locked tw'ant much use.
Meanwhile de screamin' grew loudah an |
oudah. T'last Jefferson Kloots he took ak
m smashed dat door in a twinklin'. Mex |
minute der crowd squeezed inter Nanny
pldce-in tnen Uney all come out |
ookin' dretful disappointed Here Eph-
aim paused and his eyes twinkled.
what was the matter Ephraim?" some
,ody asked.
"'Pears dat Nanny Graves dun got relig-
on, dat's all" "'
There Is a Use for Everything,
-"I never throw anything away" said
he mother of four, "for sooner or later a
sc will come for everything, even for the
cry articles that seem fitted only for the
and the asE-barrel. Now the
ther day my youngest boy chose to cele-
rate Christmas by cutting up one of pair
f new shoes which had purchased for N.Y.
elf. 1t was the right shoe, though it was all :
-rong after he had carved it with jack
-orthless also. My husband said after he 9
ad spanked Johnny: Throw it awayn
leaning the remaining shoe, not Johnny,
tut said no, and the odd left shoe went in |
, my treasury of casta ways. Now, on Christ
las Eve was discussing parish affairs with |
he vicar OF our church and he told me of u
cry sad case of poor woman who had lost
limb in railroad accident. I'm afraid 1 e.
lade our good pastor jump by the sudden :.
ess with which asked him: which
,-limb?' s.
"He said he didn't know. But went to see V
er and found she had lost her right limb, | &
nd my shoe-the left one-was as good as a Z.
air to herr HEPBURN JOHNS. 7,
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