San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-09-26

"Who the blooming blazes is a-going
to see it?" says /. a-bringing down my
fist
"You never can tell. says Mrs
Bloomer
Invent out for turn that afternoon
and sat for a spell with an old shipmate
that had brought up in the home, in
Well street He had said to me:
"You II never get rid of it, Bill Der
and DER I've been a-giving Of it up. Six
times have ! been a-running. and I've
tried my hand as barber, dorg fancying
and wheel chair man. All no co." says
he. Here l am three weeks ashore
from Jamaica, and now I'm a-looking
for another ship They don't want sail
ors on dry land. You'll be drove back
to it.
When | returned to my lodging.
found letter addressed to Mr.. William
Pooley.
clustered if it amt been seen arter
ALI" said /, grinning like a fool.
opens the letter and, going to the
window, holds it out and reads it. 1t
was from gent, saying he had seen my
advertisement and was willing to give
me job, but l must invest some money
along with him. Mrs. Bloomer said that
l must look to get a number of letters
of that sort They was all thieves who
wrote 'em, and ! was TO take no notice.
She tore the letter up, fearing that
might be tempted to call upon the old
covey.
Well, after that letter l heard nc
more Who was a-going to see my name
down in that there corner? | looked
round at the orfice four days after the
notice had appeared and says to clerk,
Considering. says, 1.-THE cost I've
been put to. I'm surprised, says |.
mot to have got any answers
PUT it in again, says he.
Down in that corner?' says l..
What's your charge for half of one of
them pages of your II with that there
notice printed big right amidships OF
the white?'
1--WE don't do business in that sort OF
way. says he IF we did, the cost nd
keep you to wind ard of jobs for the rest
of your shining days
When | got to the lodging that after
noon. Mrs Bloomer told me party had
called to see me.
Something in the job liner? says l.
II can't say, I'm sure, says she,
and thought that her manner wa'
changed She had sort of cast in hel
eyes and looked at the wall past ny
head, though she was a-staring hard a
me, taking me in.
what did the party want?" says l.
"She was female. she answers. .
believe she'll be able to find you a Job
Mr. Pooley She'll be here at half pas
10 tomorrow morning if convenient Il
you.
went to my room and smoked pipe
There was no letters in answer to m.
notice. The paper might have the big
gest circulation in the world, but it
corner pieces wasn't read. What femal
party was this a-asking after me?
good many women kept shops Number
was widows in the 'baccy, sweetmea
and other lines Any sort of job ashor
would suit me, and one to my taste 70
all knew might be coming along to
morrow at half past 10
Half past 10 came round right enough
for if there's one thing that never dis
appoints a man it's time. That oil
bloke, drawed with a beard and 10
! glass, always keeps his blushing word
There was no letter from the larges
! circulation l had come back from get
ting a mouthful of breakfast and wa
a-shaving-it was about half past lC
, While / was all lather comes KNOCK
and Mrs Bloomer sings out, Nj
! Pooley, the party that called yesterda
= is awaiting 60 see you i'll my parlor
2 Right, says l, and wiping of Il
soap put on my jacket and went dow
stairs
- There was a woman and her lit
Il boy standing by the table. She wore
green hat and looked to be got up for
Sunday outing The boy for his tic
looks was like one of them childrt
that sings in the streets along with mt
o in clean jumpers and women wit
babies under their shawls. Mrs. Bloor
er, standing beside the door. says, "Th
is Mr. Pooley.
3, When steps in, the woman took al
, lodged bit. shooting her head out fiji
: TO port, then TO starboard. a-scre'
IN driving of her eyes into me with {
II twistings of her face She then sa
family
le "Lor-why-yes Bill" And graspil
10 the table she fell to rocking herse
very quietly, saying cuce or twice so
IN ly, "Bill, Bill, hut with a note
ii such grief ard repToach that an old &c
= might have been moved by it
r. What's this2' says [. turning up
IT, Mrs Bloomer
u "Oh. Bill, shrieks the woman OF
sudden. holding out her h"'lds to n
t. don't pretend not to know me If /
n. not TO drop dead Here 'syour child, &c
r. own little William He was mont
id old when you left me, and-and-C
it William, think-now he's 6 years
Is And with that she lifts him right on