San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-12-12
THE : SUNDAY : LIGHT.
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 70, 1897.

by the side gate. The governor mao
never ceased to be formidable to her, al
though 90 years of her life had been
spent within sound of the imperious
voice that fioated angrily across the
shining shrubbery. Mrs Martin sniffed
scornfully.
"Politicsl / lmowed it Jest lis'n at
him."
"No, sir, am not for secession.
am for sticking to the old flag-our flag
as much as it is Yankee flag. This
internal rumpus is all the work of a lot
of hot headed, thin skinned fire eaters
who would cheerfully send the whole
country to the devil rather than submit
to any fancied affront to their own pre-
cious selves. Gradual emancipation is
what we want Emancipation is inevi.
table The voice of Christendom is
against slavery. DIN the darkies; let
them go We are too internally tender
toed. We are freezing for fight-that
is, you are, Clements, and you, Dali
ghren Oh, don't look at me with those
innocent blue eyes. And you need not
trouble yourself to chew that blond
mustache into fringe The devil himself
couldn't scare you But if you don't
get your fill of bluster and gore before
we're out of this mess, then you may
boil my head for fat Dutch cabbage.
1t is all wrong, sir, all wrong, this in
fernal twaddle about our rights, our SUI
premacy, our divinely appointed mas
tership. Well?"
Mrs. Martin started nervously. She
had emerged from behind the japonicas
and was waiting for a chance to deliver
Eben's message. This sudden turning OF
the governors batteries on her unpro-
tected front clustered" her more than
ever. She delivered herself briskly:
"Eben wants some new brushes or
dered. Rats
"Hey? What? Gin brushes? Rats
The same cry every year. Ask Martin If
he thinks am made of money. tell
you, sir, you are Understanding the
magnitude of this thing When we get
at it, it will be no holiday affair. You
are going to get licked out of your boots,
Dalghren, and only hope i may live
long enough to say, 4 told you so. -
Upon my word and honor, Eben,
Mrs. Martin said that night, when she
was entertaining her ''men folks with
a recital of all that had happened since
dinner, "you would "a thought the
fight was comm off t'morrer mornin,
right there and then, to "a heard him.
left him rantin and prancin and shak-
in his fist now at Colonel Clemens, then
bellerin at young Dalghren real outra-
geous He's one of 'em, the old man
isp'
Eben chuckled comfortably. He rather
enjoyed his wife's nervousness 1t was
not easy to upset Becky.
"He wouldn't hurt a hair on dogs
back, the gov nor wouldn't. lido believe
he's the one thing ON top of the earth
you're scared of, Beck F"
81 amt goin t. admit that I'm scared
of arer man that walks, Eben Martin,
but when it comes to good, hard com.
mon sense that keeps on level, that
knows how to regulate its voice and
amt liable to fly off at the handle ef
you do but look at it, give me Mrs.
Strong every time. The old man amt a
patchin to her."
"Well?'
Eben tilted his chair back at more
secure angle against the gallery post
He was prepared to wait patiently for
Mrs Srong's views touching their Liza
Becky was apt to be discursive always,
and today she was suffering from undue
excitement.
"Well, left the old man snortin and
prancin and went straight todes the
storeroom, where made sure of find
in her. She amt the one that finds
time to talk politics and set on front
galleries You amt been through the
house lately, have you, Eben?"
"Not sence I help'd put up that big
plaster figger in the hole in the wall,
jest whar the steps take turn 1t was
hefty figger too"
"That figger's marble, Eben, solid
marble No plaster jim cracks in that
house. l hear her call it Dianner.
Though l mus say it don't look like
any Dianner ever saw. I'd mos as lief
set up tombstone in my hall. But ev-
erybody to his taste. They've painted
the walls beautiful, Eben, just beauti-
full And the long parlor, that had the
yellow satin curtains and things, is all
been done over spick span new from the
carpet up. It's crimson and gol' now"
They're fresh min up for Adrien, "
said the overseer with the air of impart-
ing valuable information.
Eyes, / know. For Adrien. Every
things for Adrien, and him boy"
"Mammyi'
A soft, rebuking sound from one OF
the recumbent forms ON the hard wood
en- steps.
Eyes, Seth. know what you mean,
son. / can't helpit always Invent with
her up into his room, and helped hel
put the pink Marseilles spread on hi
bed, and helped her tie back the lac'
I curtains at the windows with pink rib
bon broad enough and good enough TO
a girls party sash. Black Suzanne wa
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