The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1898-12-25

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s ~. thinking tina. | owed them 4 letter, bu'
When reached homo unhitched my team,
fed and watercd II and prepared for supper,
sS snS sSSa appetite supper sps Il
was a' N. Il POST 0 ana e q COURSE
for a considerable length Of time, thought Il
better to so to bed and aeep refreshing
sleep, or maybe dream beautiful dreams "a I
thing beautiful, which ] shall relate Now /
IN, soodness; ! o'clock already How AM l
tend that Happyhammer res,nicn y which was
70 take PLACE that very day, Well, tho only
tninx ! could do was. e hurry, for there was
ready After breakfast we started out Tor
Fayetteville, which Is q. short distance further
than my possofnce address,. Ellinger, but |!
sooner arrival. II was sun dark when sud
denly a passenger came around me 10
curve, curve WITH huss lantern In front o. the b.
70 Houston. The train halted a few minutes
to take up several passengers who. were there
aboard and the train enH I started While seated
inside OF the car l locked around to see What
4 happy pair OF boys were sitting behind me.
sctmedIto be a young man o. about II years.
This young man had a black moua,ar hc-.on y
q sinall cne--dark eyes aud worry dark hair,
was ta,hcr stout aud strong. while the other,
the one sitting Just beside him, was very tall
and slender aud seemed to be about ID years
irgc brown eyes and ilsat hair. AISer cCi
sldeting their Appearance and intel'igencs, J
arose 10 Introduce myself: 'Gentlemen, you
YES, sir, they both III escislmed where DO
mex, asked Tho one with sss black nous
S s@ sai asSs lie sss ss
Kyle. We are both soi.g TO iioastoa 10 VII,
ness the Grand rvvnion down there. $50 nm
J, and my namc is Henry Boyer. Perhaps you
nav, nave snen OF read some al my letters u The
wpe ssiesS rcsuc % h b "ha aSso
pn,tment or that grand old paper'
shook hands with both OF them and they
40, med glad to get acquainted With me We
Katy. | said to them BOTH ''Now Mr.. Tay-
lor, you look out OF this window to sec wheth-
eit,o you can look Tor the Misses Spencer
When the train halted we sure cnonrh saw
S liaps We were talking abou, ready TO
Ward us, just as tNoprh theg R,'ew q ~
anu ty We wore all we'll acquainted with each
o'her and had come very lsaant .as
Ing, we reached the beautiful Magnolia Iity.
As the. conductor shouted ''houston' We got
w and lott The coach and took street car
hotel and prepared for the. Grand reunion;
While looking up tho street. aaN a large red
brick building with the inscription. THE
norsion Post and said to Sumptcr aad
Thomas: Look; there Is The Post building.
lsn't It fne. thought" ooh, yes." said Tom;
1T Is certainly fnc house."
So we waited for the ueNt ear and Numbered
No there. Az we approached IL, We saw hun
dreds OF boys and girs swarmtng Into the
doc RI OF the building. AS We stepped IN the
door a 1anitor led us TO high and SPACIOUS
room There saw so many pretty girls that
u took some time 20 get acquainted with AL.
Nj. Haphammer seemed to be the kndeSt
gentleman ever snw, lie had hrowr mos
tache and chin wh.skcrs. and black hair. dark
eyes, and was tall. weighing about l6A pounds
inlf odpced to many unknown Haps and "a.
ways longed to see Misses Scofeld. Wood, Me-
Coz nico. Fagen. Wallace. Burns etc. Al last
Mr., Hnphanmtr Introduced me to hand
some maid OF about sweet slxtcen" with
large, bonny brown eyes aud the pretticst OF
pretty black curls. Who do you SUPPOSE II
NNs2 Surely II was Miss Settlc Sconeld
Next came Sunset Wood. Dorah McConnco.
)llNo Fagen. Hernia Burns. Aibina VILLAGE !
inhte | have forgotten. Tho boys were all |
intelligent young men. WAS then Introduced |
. Maurice Smith. Cornelius O., Nicholas Is. |
Tom Somerville "a cute little bayl Phil o I
webster aud 80 many others that II must In |
'ludc the entire band, had jolly tinic all |
morning, chatting with pretty girls. Dinner |
lad now been prepared and we sat down to |
line. and | accidentally got a seat between |
Nettie and Sunaet. and they talked aud made |
'onoe on the tabiecioth. and that made me so |
ihRry that--well. ] awoke and my benntlfui |
iro' IN ended. THIS Is true dream.
Henry H. Boyer