San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-04-01

taire to Sappho.
Now cookery, like chemistry, must
have peace to perform its experiments in.
Poor Sappho, with her husband dart
ing into the kitchen, looking mysterious,
exploding "Hush!' and darting off
again, was as much fustered as a nerY-
Gus chemical professor when his pupils
jeer his juggles with cabbage liquor and
turn up rebelliOus noses at his defiant
gas.
Sappho's great experiment of dinner
suffered. She put sugar in her soup and
salt in her pudding. She sowed allspice
for peppercOrns, and vice versa. She
overdid the meat that should have been
UNDERGONE. She roasted her goose until
its skin was plate armor. She baked
her piecrust hard as Westminster shale
Yesterdays dinner was sublime: today's
would be ridiculous. Conspiracy upsetS
domestic economy, as it does political
When VOltaire had deranged his wife
with dark hints he proceeded to perplex
his son.
Plato was lord Of the stables. These
were times of war. Westminster was
beginning to suffer for being neutral
ground for rebel and Tory to plumber.
Rents came slow at BrOthertOft manor,
and when they came were short. Econ
omy must be consulted. That crafty
counselor suggested that PlatO's helpers
in the stable should be discharged and
he do three mems work. He was al
lowed, however, /Bilsby juvenissimus
and another urchin from the manor to
"chore" for him. They were unpaid
stable boys, for the honor and education
of the thing, for the privilege of chew
ing straws among the horses and for the
luxury of a daily bellyful of pork and
pudding and nightly bed in the loft.
VOltaire went out to the stable. The
six white horses of famous Lincolnshire
stock stood, three on this side, three on
that. Their long tails occasionally
switched to knock off the languid last
flies of summer.
Voltaire stopped at the cOachhouse
door to drive out a noisy regiment of
chickens. A numbering old coach, of
the leathern cOnveniency order, was
showed away in corner. There is al
ways such vehicle in every old family
stable-a stranded ark, that ne horse
power will ever stir again.
Nineteen year ago." thought the
ancient Brothertoft retainer; nineteen
year ago last June drew Mister Edwin
on1 fhat pi1lnY, ,ro1 i,,t Iof
less than two hundred yards from her
house in Wall street to Trinity church,
| to be married. / heerd the Trinity bells
say, Edwin BrothertOft, don't marry a
Billop" felt it in my bones that she'd
turn out mean. Her money brought
worse luck than we'd ever had before.
| And the good luck hasn't got holt yet"
plato" says he, stepping into the
great picturesque stable, half full of
sunshine, half of shade and half of hay,
| fragrant as the Fourth of July
"Sir!" says Plato, drawing himself M
and giving military salute. He had
seen much soldering going on Of late
and liked to play at it-a relic perhaps
of gorilla imitativeness.
Them boys don't look to me in good
| health"
Voltaire pointed to Bilsby and mate
They were both chewing straws-a pail
of dull sharps, like most young clodhop
pers. They could tell a calf from a col
with supernatural keenness; but Were
of the class which gets itself well Peter
Funked before its manhood learns tn,
time of day.
''Dey's fat, ragged and sassy as airy
boys dis chile ever seed, "rejoined Plato
Berry weakly dey looks" continued
TO be Continued.