The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-02-07

1ltI HldlISeE dShlIH her WHAT she WOulu
take for ufty choice dates in America, to
read jointly with me, each.of us seectin z
from our own works. My idea was that
my own selections would, as it were, give
solid and literary character to the en-
tertainment, while her own would brighten
up the evening with mirth and gladness.
Whether her majesty did not understand
the meaning OF the word excerpt" and
therefore cruelty misjudged my meaning,
or was unable 10 obtain chaperon in
time, | do not know, but suffice 1t to say
that the royal fungus is growing rank on
my still! unanswered Billie Do.
saw very sad man yesterday on the
cars as rode West. There were scalding
tears in every tone, and his chin quivered
like horses lip. His name was Brown,
he said, generally called Flamingo Brown,
because of long, wavy neck he had,
which struck me as the longest, ruddiest
sweep of undulating neck and aquiline
Adams apple that had ever seen.
Flamingo Brown told me that he was on
his way TO Dwight, Ill.,, and III order to
give the keeiey cure good, honest trial
he said he should enter the institute in a
beastly state of intoxication. He had a
pretty fair start already, and some OF his
longest words flew to my head in very
short time.
II was not always thus" said Flam-
lingo Brown, uncoiling his neck from
around his scarfpin and swallowing an
. imaginary dumb-bell So that you could
hear it in the next car Ihe9 he sobbed a
feeling 'blinssf~~Assiy inslsss jackets for a
handkerchief which he did not have.
felt sorry for him and gave him an extra
which | wear in my overcoat pocket for
looks entirely. 1t is one | bought at the
Bon Marche, in Paris. paying for it three
francs and pour boir. You cannot do
anything in Paris without pour boir
When / called on Carnot / sent in my
card and pour b0ir and never saw either
of them again.
Fiamingo Brown after lie dried. his
tears in q measure, also in my new hand
kerchief, and then he told me his story
Possibly you too, gentle reader, may care
to hear 1t. lie said:
II was temperance lecturer in Georgia
all my early life. 1t was easy for me to be
temperate. for | did not like rum, and so
temperance with me was not hardship.
1t was good job. 1t was pleasure and
profit. ] can see now that | wasn't en-
titled 10 so much glory as | thought | was
Alas! | had an enemy--a rival, Mr.
Nye, goddess young man who liked to
take wine at times, and yet withal was not
Intentionally bad. He seemed, however,
to resent my earnest work in the temper
ing about intemperance except what had
read III books, and so oftentimes he told
me | ought to keep off the grass and talk
about things upon which l was informed,
if such thing could be found through the
want columns of the paper
I'VE also loved the same sweet, sweet
girl. She wayered. She seemed to enioy
wavering | gave her good deal of atten-
ton and quiet summerevenings and buggy
rides DER the lea.
In an unguarded moment / tried to do
Up my rival by poisoning her heart and
telling her of his broad and liberal views
regarding the use of champagne for me-
chanical purposes. He heard about it.
/ might have knew that he would. But
he only ioked me about it and did not
offer TO fight, as | feared he would. He
was not of the lighting kind He
was going away soon, and so he said we
would part friendly. We would go up to
Elias and spend the evening and eat .
watermelon with her before he went away,
perhaps forever.
I'VE did eat watermelon. | am espe-
cially fond of watermelon. Georgians all
like watermelons. | only remember eat
ing the third piece of this special melon,
and then of walking over to Elias father
q man with a full head of whiskers OF
which he was very proud and which saved
him s. a year in neckties. | just dimly
remember taking half a melon and sham
pooling his head, face and beard with it.
Why did II | know not. Il was not like
me al all.
II knew no more till the next day. /
woke up with a sense of shame, and my
head, which had always before been per-
fectly free from everything, panied me a
good deal and seemed 10 jut out over my
ears ike Il tOadstoOi.
"A policeman said that the hair of the
dog would sometimes cure the bite. and
SO | took Tor the first time what IS called
4 cocktail. II worked like magic. l
took yet another.
Il neglected my temperance work and
gave myself up 10 curing the bite by
means OF the hair of the same dog. When
/ so by the house now Elias children
laugh at me and ieer me, and their papa,
VINO invited me 10 the watermelon de-
bauch, does not chide them.
What was in that watermelon | do
not know, but il was good. In Georgia
they have way of threading q strln =
through the curl of q watermelon Is it
grows on the vines. Then they put the
end OF the string into bottle Of spirits.
This they call feeding a watermelon.
The melon knows y hen it has got enough.
and 50 does not become boisterous: but
say. If Won think ii does not act on the
cerebral tissues OF u fresh young being like
| Was, YOU do not know So much as one
would think 10 see you with your hat OF
Write TO me while | am at Dwight.
shall he lonely, no doubt. Send me some
OF your pieces. / shall he glad 70 read
most anything. Address Flaming0 Brown,
Dwight. ILL -"
He then called his dog and without other
luggage got of Al Dwight, III.
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