San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-11-19
THE BOSTON GIRL.
She Didn't DO Thing But Eat Cucum-
Der Ten Inches Long.

She Didn't DO Thing But Eat Cucum-
Der Ten Inches Long.
A young lady of Listeners acquaint-
ance is very fond of cucumbers. I'm
like the epicurean but dyspeptic French
man who was crafty partial to lob
sters, but never could digest the small
est fragment of one, and who said that
''heaven is where we eat and hell is
where we digest" this young lady can
digest cucumbers without the slightest
trouble. The other day she went into
a restaurant for her midday meal. The
proprietor, who knew her Partially,
informed her that he had some partic-
ularly nice and fresh cucumbcrs. She
ordered one of them and it was brought
to her. It was ten inches long and
stout in proportion. The young lady
bad it peeled and dressed half of it
after her own fashion and fell to the
eating of it. This young lady is of the
modern type of vigorous and muscular
girls and she must have made a beau
tiful picture as she sat there, with the
courage of her good health, calmly eat
ing her big cucumber.
At table close by sat an elderly and
dyspeptic-loolling lady of the old
school. She had a narrow chest and
her temples were decorated with gray
corkscrew curls. She observed the
young lady fall to on the little end of
the cucumber and she paused and al
most dropped her fork, as if she had
said to herself: Great heavens! Is
that girl going to eat half of that great
cucumber" She went on furtively
with her own Cruel and graham bread,
meantime watching the gradual disap-
pearance of the cucumber. As soon as
the first half of it was gone the old
lady seemed to have lost her own small
appetite and ceased to eat. When the
young lady with deliberate zeal dressed
carefully and then attacked the second
and StOuter half of the cucumber the
old woman turned pale. She put her
napkin on the table. called the waiter
and paid her check. but remained in
her seat, her eyes riveted on the cucum-
ber She watched until the last shred
of it was gone. Then she took up her
black-satin bag, which was embrOid-
cred with yellow silk, and drew out of
it little note book and lead pencil.
She rose and went over to the table
where the young lady was.
"Young woman" she said, are you
willing to give me your name"
certainly" answered the young
lady She gave the name.
''How do you spell it?"
The young lady spelled her name.
"Thank you" said the elderly lady,
and returned the notebook and pencil
to the bag.
perhaps you don't mind telling me-"
said the young lady, why you want
my name"
so, no." answered the other, "I'n
tell you just why. want your name
so that can look for it in the death
columns of the papers. If L don't find
it there within forty-eight hours, then
I don't know anything about the laws
of cause and effect"
She went solemnly out of the place.
This happened about a week ago. The
young lady's name has not appeared in
the death columns, and the chances are
that it won't appear there for great
many years Not only did she digest
that cucumber without the smallest
difficulty, but she has eaten two or
three Others since.
And the old lady no doubt suffered
pangs over her Cruel and graham bread.
So unevenly are the gifts of nature dis
tributed.-BOSton Transcript