San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-06-27

addressing her caller. AT last the
half scowling looks and encour.
aging mods from Miss Greene
Greene began to grow unbearably
/ thick and fast, and so, without
warning, Mrs. Granville Greene,
ST., bluntly blurted out the press
ing business which she had intend
ed to so very delicately convey.
| The Madame clutched her fancy
work and flew into rage. Mrs.
! Granville Greene, ST., who was pos
sessed of beautiful temper. sue
ceeded in getting up little rage of
her own, and hot words passed be-
tween them. A veritable storm
seemed to have broken loose. Dear
Mrs. Granville Greene, ST., and all
her dear little dear ones were now,
| in the Madame's own words, "com-
mon, low, coarse, splitting snakes"
The curious old woman in the
substantial house across the way,
hurriedly scampered up stairs and
stood arms akimbo on the front
gallery that she might geta better
view of the show. Just as the two
women were shaking, one her
fingers and the other her fist, in
each others faces, and saying that
they would call the police, the
kind hearted, talkative suburban
street car man passed on his car
and by night every body in the
suburb knew that "the madame
and her new neighbors had had
falling out"
Old Major Everill is another
queer suburban character. In the
suburb they call his kind of peo-
pie queer characters, but down
town they are labeled cranks. He
had, in the course of his forty odd
years of bachelorhood contracted
the diseases of consumption,
bronchitis and liver complaint
and he had come out into the
quiet suburb to regain his health,
or at lea st prOlong his existence.
There is something really curious
about the old croaker, in that he
is never so sociable as when he is
i'll and never so cross and cranky
as when he is feeling well. Then,
too, he is always discovering the
premonitory symptoms of some
new disease, usually kidney or
heart disease, he cannot say just
yet which, and is always sending
for his physician to verify his sus-
picions.
That Major Everill gets lonesome
at times was quite natural, and it is
then that he calls upon his neigh
bors, often at the most inopportune
times. Usually he sits on the front
step until the ladies have dressed
and can come out upon the gallery.
81 don't like this house,
he will say to his hostess,
"it catches too much of the south
east breeze. Why didn't you build
your house like mine, fronting the
northwest"
New neighbors flush visibly,
but old ones merely smile and say
nothing.
"Those are pretty roses" he will
continue and the eyes OF the
hostess begin to brighten cheer
fully, but you water them too
much. All day long you've got
the hose on them, you'll rot them
to the root. That's no way to raise
flowers and things don't need
much water in this country"
Then, as if that was all that he
had come for. this reDroach
for watering your garden and
fronting your house southeast, he
picks up and starts to leave.
81 am glad to see that you are
looking so WELL" is the hostess
parting words if she is a new neigh
Dor. II think that you have i'm
proved very much of late"
Nothing Of the kind" will growl
old Major Everill. 81 know how /
feel. People talk that way for
flattery; they don't know any,
thing about it," and he shambles
off to pay a similarly pleasant call
to the COnsumptive little woman on
the other street.
The substantial house already
referred to, harbors a giddy thing
no doubt very sweet and lovable
to look at before thirty years of
life had put their imprint on her