The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-01-29
The rulk of old copfederate..


Houston, Texas. January 22.-Last Sat
nrday evening ] ran right into quite
gathering of old Con9ed,ratcs In front OF
5oSia Main street. and they were inten.ly
interested as to what disposition should be
made OF the gravel with which Main street
Is covered. Colonel William Kirlicks, gen
eral boss of railroad at Hearne disposed
of II in u jiify. "If," he remarked, lit is
not stipulated in the contract that the
gravel is the property Of the contractor.
1t should be hauled away and placed upon
intersectng streets, for block or two on
either side OF Main. which viii obyinte the
81 eat accumulation OF mud being dumped
by the wheels of vehicles, as the mud Will
iall off the wheels before reaching Main"
This WAS suggestion which met the
unanimous concurrence OF the party, and
We considered the matter settled, II we
could Only convey the idea to the mayor.
was deputizcd to communicate with him
through The Post, and now impose upon
the accommodating disposition of our
great daily by performing that duty,
The subject was changed by Colonel
Kindred giving us hts experience of many
years ago while on visit TO Houston.
He never in his life witnessed such scenes
in any town us Houston afforded during
an awful spell OF rain. Two omnibuses
We're broken down and up to their hubs III
mud In front of the Hutchns house. The
streets were impossible. and the only mode
of transporting freight from the Interna-
tional and Great Northern railway depot
was on Nat car drawn by "A bobtnil mule.
The darkness at night was inpenctrabie,
and the lonely wayfaror invariably carried
q lantern.
Houston has improved since those times
and is far ahead OF all competitors. IL
Ip NH fpa on all Ell fpN
more years wo will be lest in wonderment
and admiration at her growth and prog
ress.
Il remember" chimed in handsome
George Branard. that | was once, on a
night as dark as Erobus, trudgng along
the sidewalk on court house square when
espied coming towards me female.
dressed ms white as SNOW. She halted in
front Of me and. pointing IN 2 theatrical
Shakespearean style at me, kept repeptnS;
'''Thcre nc Is at last. have found hint
She pressed her hands 10 her heart in a
acknowledgement manner and gave me a be-
seeehing look My heart was In my mouth.
I'm not believer In ghosts and knew
she wa crazy | Ut out into tho middle OF
the street. aud was at home and under the
cover in a twinkling, How ! ever made
such time is beyond even conjecture. l
often think about that woman, and Won
der II she was afraid OF me, and took that
means of frightening all Of my good looks
away"
j, in order to be In the SWIM related
that, when much younger than now !
was meandering down the street one dark
night and met colored lady. She was as
dark as tho night. aye. NJ black as "A stack
of black cats Being afraid that some
thing would jump at me from avery cor
ner I politely hccosted her With good
evening ! saw her stoop and my sus-
picious nature came into full play at
once. / took TO my heels, followed nearly
q square by brick. with which she In
tended to kill white trash was more
polite than bad city boys generally were
toward her. and she took this means OF
e,incing her appreciation,
At this juncture Major j. II. Littlsfeld,
an, old soldier, who was qunrtermaster Of
Hoods brigade, Joined our party and con-
gratulations on his lne appearance were
the drder OF the day. We all respect and
honor the major and refer disrSed war
matters to him.
In endeavoring 10 catch The street car
on our homeward voyage the major
couldn't do much running. insnuated
that he had perhaps done some good run
ming In Virginia quite often during the
war. Mo- he replied, II WAS with Il. H.
Lee, and he and hts men didn't have 10
run" What consolation II Ia 10 have
been a soldier Of soldiers aud know that
after all the years that have elapsed the
comrades you once marched aud suffered
with reverence and honor you, as we all
do Major J. II. Littlaneld. <he once cele-
brated ana yet true and noble deyotee to-
the cause he and We love 50 well,
Philip n. Fall.