The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-12-13

every editor can we'll afford to give him a
column advertisement every Sunday
morning. 1t viii do more good than
many bales of dark and morbid literature
of the Father, dear father, come home
with me now" orders
From Dwight We sailed into Chicago for
day and saw the big fat stock show.
am passionately fond of tine stock, having
quite a considerable of il myself on my
country place at Buck Shoals, y. c.
Whenever | see a wide horse with a
heavy head Of whiskers on his feet or a
buff or baritone rooster, | am tempted to
purchase him for my stud farm.
Some of the ablest Shorthorns were
there, and l must say that they are q
more popular class OF cattle with me,
though not so tailor made, perhaps, as
the Jersey and Attorney. The short
horn is possessed of those elegant quail
ties of mind and heart which make him
beloved by good people everywhere. He
Is full of good impulses Gu jus. and even
in death we gather round him and ap-
preciate him. The Shorthorn strikes
good average for weight, too, for i've
steers of this class left Mount Sterling
recently averaging 2,l50 pounds apiece.
Along with the fat stock and adjoining
the hog department was the Lincoln log
cabin. | never before so fully realized
from what q humble and beggarly begin
x.
1t is little broken-backed sty of one room
10 begin with, and another worse one
added when Abe got too big to sleep with
his parents. 1t is not the romantic log
cabin Of joaquin Miller, but the shiftless.
badly Numbered hoyel of weak and hope
less, doleless, miserable poverty of the in
eXcusable class.
From here he started awav down the
river with his iat-Doat load Of farm pro-
| duce and badly rectiiied whisky, only to
give his work and cargo over to the first
unidentified bunko man, who bought his
load and agreed to meet him later at New
Orleans and pay him. but who forgot
about 1t up TO the present time. Here he
visited the old folks again as he left for the
White House, and here he drove sharp
ened stake IN after years 10 mark the
grave Of his father and place q monument
there.
No Illinois boy need fear the future if he
will look at that sorry structure, that tot
tering, pathetic wreck of Abraham Lin
coins early home.
Not far away on Wabash avenue is the
old Libby prison, brought here with every
brick and shingle IN its place, and nov
most interesting war museum. II is filled
vita wonders Of the civil war. which
every year is making more valuable as the
swift centuries play tag with each other
down the musty corridors of time.
most startling display of everything that
can surprise, astonish and instruct the
| gaping millions from abroad and the East
| ern gentleman who has not had time to 90
vest of the Hudson river since William
/ Penn snapped - cents worth of passe-
menterie for the state of Pennsylvania.
Two little girls were on the train south
| the other day, bound for Lone Pine. We
| got to talking with them. They were very
| poor and all alone, with a tag pinned on
| their poor, little gauZy shawis telling the
| conductor TO see that they got TO Lone
! Pine
We are going there to meet papa. " the
| itt.est one said, for she wasn't Old enough
| 10 keep her affairs TO herself He had q
| 90 10 Lone Pine"
| Have you no mamma, thenpn
Yes, but when papa went away she run
| oil witn q young man that had pompvdoo,
| hair. I'm going 70 tell papa on her when
| / get To Lone Pine. Oh, she was a bad
| one. You better believe. She sold the
| stove and they butchered the COW and sold
| il. Oh, she was a bad one, mamma was
/ " 'en Uncle Alb bought our tickets and
| sent US 70 papa; but we've got our dollies
! though"
The doIIies were in their empty lunch
J box. II VAS rather pathetic and good
| chance To do a little direct charity Ii was
/
| vest va ripe and the passengers were will.
| ing. We we're not sorry about 1t hen We
! saw papa, for he was a hOIlOW-chested
| man with the mark Of death on his ualsid
! face ami the property Aush ot consump-
/ ton on each cheek bone. We saw him on
] the platform at Lone Pine, with hungrs
/ eye looking through the very walls Of the
/ Car till he fJund them. The little one sad
/ Hello, papa" and bounded into his
/ trembling arms.
| The elder ore caught him ny the coat
| tails and called attention % how hard il
! had been - keep her sister tidy in The
! long, dusty, hungry ride. Just look al
! them hands Iou wouldn't believe that
! ! washed them back here about fifteen
/ miles and wiped 'en on her shawl, COZ ye
/ got oar money that tie passengers give
/ Is done up n the Ian kerclcr, would
/ y0u
| he said nothing. He bowed his head
/ over them, one 81 Is time, with 8 hungry
| little sob. and there vas a trefable IN hi.
| beard sUd We heard him say. 90 on poor
! Little neglected, motheriess babies
! Then ne took them away Wlrh their rae
/ dg-tle2 and their tear-staInea faces and
/ thought as they turned away AZ Lone Pine
/ that 10 case eterns! punishment is 4 set.
| tied fact, the Associate AepAistgpheie.
/ whose duty il NAV be 70 nos aud theE
/ pour hot rosin on that fugitive mother
/ and occasionally turn her around So thai
/ tie ether side can getta little better don.
( ought naturally 70 lie very busy man
! ] trust she nav read this letter and tnar
she vii ma II duly funny"
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