Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-07-12

articles. In my desperation had resolve d
upon the expedient of photographing the
incidents of an Allegheny county back.
woodsman's decennial visit to Pittsburg.
The Victim Was Grateful.
bad induced him to leave his ripening
grain for that sordid purpose, and now, nv
dear, old susceptible friend thought I was
doing it all for his personal enjoyment.
Alas, the pleasure had hoped for in see-
ing natural surprise for once in my life now
cloyed in my hands Do you wonder?
And, so, as fast as Zeb struck something
interesting focused upon it, and pressed
the button. What a day it was! 1 made
no attempt to pilot my rip-roaring farmer.
was out for gala day, and as I had per-
suaded Aunt Hulda to cut him loose, 1 made
no attempt to, and in fact, couldn't have
restrained him. 1 had the camera we'll
Loaded, and, snap, snap, snap, went the but
ton as one wonderful thing after another
came within the range of Zeb's vision.
At noon Zeb wanted to do like he had
done ten years before-lunch at the Market
House. l coaxed him into the cafe of the
Hotel Duquesne, however, and cruelty
paralyzed him with the menu card. Ex-
planning that this was only the cafe, and
not the hotel, got me into trouble again, for
the name of the apartment reminded HIM of
the fence bars once more.
The Sights of the Day.
In the afternoon poor Zeb took a ride
over the Duquesne road, the various cable
lines, and saw many more countless marvels.
When we at last pulled up in the West
Penn depot he was footsore, but not sleepy.
He was talkative going up the valley to an
annoying extent, but this came in the
nature OF punishment to me, and had to
put up with it
From the station we rode home In Neigh
Dor Browns wagon. The evening stiffness
had settled over the fields which we had
left that day glittering in the mornings
early dew. Acres of wheat that had bill
lowed with waves from the morning breeze
when we last passed this way, now stretched
away to the right and left of the road in
calm repose, not a stalk stirring, though the
surface of the sea of grain was more golden
for the II hours of sun that had interviewed
since We went and returned
Hulda was milking The crickets had
began their nightly chirp round the old
homestead From the interior of the barn
came the cound of merry whistle, and pres
emily the boy, Tom, came out from bedding
the horses. He saw our approach, and then
we were met by both Hulda and Tom
A Cyclone of Descriptive.
"Well, do tell, Zeb Morrow, always
thought you would -" she started to
say.
But Zeb interrupted her. The pent-up
story of that days revelations to Zeb COM.
menced to pour forth. It rolled out Ia a
volume that promised much. He had not
been to town for ten years, and you would
imagine that all that ten years progress in
the cities of Pittsburg and Allegheny must
at once be told to Hulda
"But 1 want totell you" ysinly as
sayed Hulda
"And, Hulda, yer oughttosee the police
force what Pittsburg has got I waz won-
dering why there waz so many more blue
coats there now than when 1 was there in
81 We ran across giant colored police
man at the corner of-of-of1'
Liberty and Market streets, III prompted,
as looked furtively in at the supper table,
Zeb and L
Eyes, that's it," continued Zeb, Liberty
and Market. Why, he's six feet if he's an
inch His name is Edward White. He's q