Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-04-19

'|Oh, fairly well, fairly well, thank
you," he said deferentially.
"And have you any sons yet to go with
those nine daughters inquired.
"Nary a boy in the entire outfit" he
said, as hn laid outlet of star tobacco
about The re Of ldppered herring in
side his jowl. Mine girls and no boy
on the place"
"And how is your wife's healthY'
ooh, she's moderately well, thank
YOU, moderately So" Then, sort of
thinking aloud to himself: "Nice, likely
old lady, too, she is, as ever lived. Tried
and true through evil as well as good re-
port, poverty or prosperity, it has been
all the same to her. Welcoming with a
hysterical sobby laugh the first tremu-
lous cry of our earliest baby, or weeping
into her poor old rusty veil at the funer-
/ al Of our last, she is always the same to
me, the same dear good wife and mother.
"She's a grand old character, Bill-a
grand old character. A little tautologi-
cal, perhaps, but grand, grand char
acter."
Then his vestibuled cable train came
along, and he left me there to think il
over.
Speaking of the veil, | must say that
it has seemed barbarous to me. | never
wore a veil at funeral, but it has al
WAYS seemed to me that / would rather
be excused 1t occurs to me that tC
weep into crepe-pronounced Grape
not creepy, as might be supposed-veil
d. almost rOl
me of the Joy of becoming the widow OF
wife beaten.
=, Think of riding a mile or two very
slowly to the grave, with your cold, dam
nose tied down like a storm beaten buc
of asparagus in the reluctant spring by
a cold, wet veil drawn tightly across
your frost bitten eyeballs, and feeling
, like an escaped hat rack with this som
Der drapery hanging over it, and smelling
of the black dye and the salt Of you
own tears. It would take all the pleas
ure for me out of the funeral of hus
band who had eaten the tenderloil
himself for ten years, or put cord O
stove wood on the Christmas tree TO
me each year. or a barrel of -four.
The Worlds fair is getting on frs
rate. A nice little building is beini
erected now in which to store the plans
This is a great stride. The plans ar
valued at $500, 600 | would not Civ,
!, that for them, of course, but that is be
4 cause | am not plan collector. NJ
! fancy does not run in that direction.
I. The flying machine, or air ship, is a
the old exposition building. 1t Is quit
buoyant, and hobs around at great rate
I 1t is about as liable to be successful
aerial navigation, according to the ger
eral opinion, as the old Comstock min
of Virginia is TO crawl out of its hol
some night and climb upon moor
beam by means Of pair of roller skate
But we shall see.
On Sunday | went to Central Musi
hall to hear Professor Swing, he is
g. plain man, with iron gray hair CT
- straight across at the neck, like M
,r Beecher's and John the Baptist's. He
= tall and serious looking, but able, ol
in how able he is!
The day was very rainy, and plodde
70 through the mud feeling that | was d.
40 ing a noble thing TO act as Profess
~ Swings audience on such a day. B,
90 others were there. Slowly the audien'
on room filled up. and when the orgs
Nv struck up nocturne with cuckoo int
!, lude, and the organist was feeling arouI
", over the features of his instrument f
10 some new stops to pull out, the seats we
~ comfortably filed, and remained so t
the service was over. There was
70 choir. The organist sat by himself I
# in the loft, and toyed with the valv
he and things, unmoved and unvexed
the young people who generally eat BIT
ho terscotch and talk like theater par
mi while not vocalizing. A slender you
,th man with a far away and pensive To-