San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-04-03

ways git worms OnleSS uey eats Sutnn
onto bushel of chestnuts in de fall"
The two ragamuftins dropped their
straws, turned palO and began to feel
snakes wake and crawl within them.
Now, boys" says Voltaire impress
lively, '.if you want ter perwent dem
varmint, jess you put fur de woods an
fill yourself plum full oh chestnuts."
But chestnuts has worms, too" OBJ
jected Bilsby.
$50 much de better; dey'l eat yourn.
Go long. now. Stay hum tonight and
don't come roun here fore tomorrow
noon. Be keerfe, now! Eat all today
and pick tomorrow to keep. You don't
look to me like boys who is prepared to
die"
The pair obeyed and departed solemn
". Nothing but chestnuts could save
them from the worm that never dieth.
There were two very grave and earnest
lads that day cracking burrs in the
groves of BrOthertOft manor.
Plato stared in CONSERVATION as he
saw his regiment disbanded.
voltaire winSed with both eyes and
chuckled enormously.
Don't you ask me no questions,
Plato" says he, IAN you won't have no
lies to complex yer mind. l meant to
clare de kitchen, ole foxes, young foxes,
an so l scared off dem boys, no, no!
Now Tze gwine to glib you conundrum,
Plato"
Plato let go Volantes tail, which he
was combing, and pricked up his ears.
"What does a young lady do when
she don't want to marry her fust hus-
band?"
"Marries her second" guessed Plato
cheerfully.
"Plato! TIE ashamed of you. Dat
would be bigamy."
The crestfallen groom gave it up.
"You glib it up?" says the propounder.
"Well, she says to her cOachman, it's
berry mysterious dat de coacaman's name
is Plato. She says to him, Plato!'
What" interjected the other.
"Neber interrump de speaker chided
Voltaire. "She says, Plato, you know
my mare Says he, Your mare Vol
anty, miss Says she-it's mysterious,
but Volanty is her name-'Now, Plato,
you jess poot anudder Oat in her man
ger an groom her slick as a het grid
die, and see de girts and de bride is
right And says she, Plato, don't you
complex your mind wedder de answer
TO dat conundrum amt suthin about
runnin away. But jess you wait till de
sebben seal is opened'"
Here the namesake of him of Ferney
gave wise binOcular wink
The other philosophers namesake also
eclipsed his whites with a binocular
wink. He OWNED where his sire had
been travelling in the past thirty-six
hours. He had nodded through the
watches of last night to let the senior in
undiscovered. He knew of the inter-
view with old Sam Galsworthy and
Hendrecus Canady an hour before sun
rise. He cOmprehended enough of the
plot to enjoy it as magnificent conun-
drum which he could guess at all day,
sure that the seven seals of mystery
would be opened by and by.
Voltaire limped back to the house and
hS pantry. His butler cOuntenance fell
as be contemplated the empty bottles of
yesterdays banquet. He could almost
have wept them full if he had known
any chemistry to change salt tears to
wine.
''HOw these redcoats drink be NUT
tered. "Our cellar wont last many
more such campaigns. l must get up
some fresh wine for today, and little
brandy to deteriorate Major Kerr" n = y
Lucy, leaving Voltaire in the pantry,
as was described, ran up stairs and
faced her wedding dress without finch
ing. 1t is not generally a sight to blanch
the cheeks of young lady. Indeed,
one may fancy that a rose finer than
roses might bud in the heart, and bloom
from neck to forehead, when bride
first beheld the lily white drapery of her
hour of immOlation.
Lucy neither blanched Tor blushed.
''Be brave! be prudent" the warning
of her unseen protector was ringing in
her ears. She saw it, inscribed on
label and hanging from the lips of her
vision of his face. The brave do not
blanch. The prudent do not blush. So
she quietly joined the busy circle, took
needle and stabbed the wedding dress
without mercy.
1t was mOnstrous relief thus to kill
time. She did herself, for the hour,
her "quietus make with bare bodkin, "
and the other weapons of a modiste.
Stitch, stitch, stitch! Seam and gusset and
band!
"Ah"' she thought, "what a blessing
is this distraction of labor! have shed
my tears. If l were to sit inactive
might brood mNself into dasnair II |