San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-05-30
APRoPo8 OF HOMEMADE CLOTHES
MIR. Davis Recalls an Experience of One of
the Boys In His Native Village.

MIR. Davis Recalls an Experience of One OF
the Boys In His Native Village.
"Abe's GROWN boy now, an l reckon
I'd better cut this suit o clothes good an
large to allow for his film out an
lengthenin," remarked Mrs. Davis brisk
ly as she stood, shears in hand, in front
of the dining room table on which the
cloth for Abe's new suit was spread out.
Abe looked wistfully at his father.
'Well now, Marthy," said Mr. Davis
! mildly to his energetic helpmate, 81
| dunnO's I'd cut it to much mOren fit
Abe eff | was you. Boys are pooty hard
| on their clothes anyway, an l callate
by the time Abe has growed too tight to
be cOmf'table into that suit it'll be about
wore out"
Mrs. Davis looked doubtfully at her
husband. He had not reputation for
great liberality, yet here he was advo-
eating a plan which was almost certain
to result in "a years waste of good
cloth, for Abe had no younger brother
to take his outgrown clothes.
"Ye see," began Mr.. Davis again, feel
ing that he was the object of embarrass-
ing scrutiny from his thrifty spouse, 81
allus rec'lect a boy that was raised in
Enderville, not fur from where we lived,
till was well inter my teens.
His mother made it practice to al
low on that boys clothes the whole
'durin time, an it was dretful trial to
him, l can tell We. II knew him pooty
well, bein raised in the same town, We
see.
"He was kind of 'pindlin, lanky
boy, an wouldn't hev looked extry good,
anyway, but his clothes allus hung off'n
him, jest as eff he'd ben left out in the
rain sometime an he'd shrunk
His mother want a master hand at |
cuttin anyway-nOt anywheres near as |
good as you be, Marthy," said Mr.. Davis, |
feeling that here was an opportunity for |
handsome compliment, which was re-
ceived with an air of conscious worth by |
his wife, IAN it was sorrerful sight to ]
see that boy
HE never caught up to the size of his
garmints, to my knowledge; never! An
other boys used to poke fun at him con-
sid'ble-boys whose mothers wasn't quite
so fOrehanded in their idees and cuttin.
can l rec'leCt my fathers once sayin
to me, referrin to that boy an the way
he looked, that he viewed it more things |
was spilled allowin than was ever vast
ed maxim a good fit. An he meant it
more ways n one. So, | say, make Abe'S
suit come sOmewheres near him, an eff
he grows Out'n it fore it's wore I'll git
him a new one"
Mr.. Davis went out to the barn, and
Mrs. Davis began to cut out the new
suit, pinning it on to patient Abe now
and then to try the effect.
When she said at last, 1--WE got to a
place where you can go now," he hurried
out to his father.
I'm real obleeged to you, father. fer
what you said," he remarked, with evil
dent gratitude. MY last suit O. clothes
was so big fer me that
''Sho, boy, don't you s'pose l noticed
it?' interrupted Mr.. Davis. Your moth
ers good hand at cuttin, but she's got
some notions kind O like my mothers,
seems's eff.
IAN that boy was tellin you of-you
needn't say anythin about it to your
l was that boy m'self, an
there's some reflections that stays by
me more'n Others"
Then they each fell to rubbing up a
harness, their hearts warm with the
thought of the trial they had in common,
though one had endured it 80 wears be-
fore the her-Youth's Companion.