The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-24
HOW HE STRUCK LUCK.
"YOu Locate u Mine or You're no
Husband of Mine"
From the San Francisco CAL.

From the San Francisco Call.
II amt no use sayin folks get their de-
serts an no more. anyway, in this world.
The most good for nothin' are the ones
that stay on top, and some hardworkin',
honest devil is sure to be at the bottom,
with everybody trampin' on him. Most
everything's just luck.
What made me think of 1t just now,
Fam. was lookin' at Pete Garber's big
house there on the hill. His wife just
passed in her carriage an spoke to me.
She's one good fortune can't spoil. l bet
she remembers as we'll as l do the days
when she done up my shirts. Yes, ma am,
that woman used to take in washin' TO
get flour an bacon to feed Pete an the
four young ones. She worked like a horse.
There wasn't a man on the river didn't
feel sorry for her-a go-ahead woman tied
TO a lout like lazy Pete.
He's just as lazy now as he was then,
but he's smart enough to put his money
where it's safe.
They lived down on the crick a few
miles in little clapboard shanty with
mud an rock chimbiy an, as told YOU
she washed for the Twin. Pete didn't care
how the flour an bacon come as long
II did come, an she'd been washin to
this day if she hadn't got mad an if
Pete hadn't had luck.
Course she was a better-class woman
than he was man. but she'd married him
and she'd stick to him They say women
don't believe in dom that nowadays, but
they did then, an I guess the women was
pretty good goods.
Wen, children were CROWN an wear
in out lots of shoes an pants an things
an she was wearin' out herself, an one
day she got mad. There was a big boom
an folks were takin' up mimi land all
over the hills. / guess she got to thinkin'
about 1t an how shiftless Pete was an
she was tired, an there was Pete lollin'
an smokin his pipe. She went out to
him an she laid down the law to him in
great shape: she wasn't goiu' to slave no
longer, an he could get up an hustle
she ordered him to start out prospectin
that very mornin'. and to not come home
till he had located a nine
Pete was all knocked in a heap II was
as il the old tabby cat had jumped up and
clawed him in the face. He was too law
though, to fight back, so he took his tools
an started out. He slouched up the liill
for maybe half mile an then he sat m
der big shaddy tree. 1t was the only
tree of size for a long stretch, an the
mornin was awful warm, an Pete was
tired-born so, you know.
he sprawled there an smoked till the
snduoW OF the tree craWled away from
him, and then he crawled into il again.
This exertion made him think of his wife
an what he had come out for, an how
he did hate to get up. So he thinks to
himself that he'll stake a claim right
there in the shade an then go home an
get a bite to eat.
Now, here the luck comes in. Layin'
there on his side, pickin away at the
ground, without thinkin a thing about
what he was dom, that chap struck a
vein of quartz just bulgy with gold, an
no trouble at all to work.
He did get up steam enough to make
| pretty good time stakin' 1t an getitn' it
| rscoroed, though l guess ii was his wife's
| head that managed It an made II public
| Soon's 1t got out there was a big COM
| pany wanted to buy it out for more mon
| ey than Pete would be willin' to count
! but his wife wouldn't let him sell il ALL
| They fixed themselves up for life with
! the price of half an they maxim money
| hand over fist out Of the other half
No; Pete he don't do nothin' but sprawl
| an smoke same's ever, only now he
! sprawls in his own carriage an smokes
imported cigars. He'd be stuck up IL he
wasn't too lazy to put on airs for more
| than minute OF so at a time.
But his wife, she's a sensible woman
| She's seem that the kids have good
schoolin' an raisin' an she don't forget
| folks that's down on their luck / guess
we don't none of US begrudge her the
money, or Pete either, for that matter,
only it does seem as If bein' rustler
don't count for much against such blind
| luck as Pete's