The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1900-01-11

the floor above us kicks off his boots
at midnight go into the room opening
on to the air shaft to do it. I open the
windows as a further precaution and l
say what have to say in clear, sono-
rous, bell-like tones. If, on the other
hand, want to tell my wife that owing
to the state of the market and other
circumstances over which have no con-
troll she will have to defer the purchase
of that hat for another week or two,
first close both window and door,"
you are not willing that they should
even suspect that you have to practice
a reasonable economy" remarked the
friend.
WELL" said the fiat dweller, you
don't always grasp my motive. 1t isn't
so much what I say to my wife that
care about folks hearing, it's what my
wife says to me. Of course she says it
in the heat of the moment, and doesn't
really mean it, but people who heard
her and didn't know me might suppose
that she was relieving herself of her
candid and unbiased opinion of my con-
duct and character"
"How about the ideals?" asked the
friend.
"Oh, nothing particular, only things
are not always what they seem, and
I had been going through life taking
people at face value before went up
against the shaft. There is the case
of Mr.. jackson to begin with"
"If it was MrcJackson feel relieved"
jackson lives on the third floor, and
he starts for business about an hour
ahead of me. so that l don't see very
much of him. / never wanted to, as
a matter of fact. because whenever l
looked at him seemed to realize what
vile and abject wretch was and how
little valid excuse had for living. That
isn't a comfortable feeling, you know.
I don't know what 1t was about him
in particular that made me feel that
way. II was his general effect, guess.
I'm pretty certain, however. that his
little side whiskers and his black gloves
had good deal TO do with it. He's
just the silkiest talker, too. Lays a
whole lot Of stresses on his S's-and
his smile is simply inetfable. Well,
was parting my hair quietly and peace
ably one morning last week when l
heard a door slam up above and al
most Immediately through the shaft
came blighting stream of anathema.
l would have closed the window i'm
mediately, only was curious to know
what it was all about. Pretty soon
somebody, who was feeling the same
| oil 60 10 ,l,al Il eo,l 4.
What is it, Henry?'
Nothing Henry yelled back. I've
cut half my face off-that's ALL
81 believe you're exaggerating,' re-
marked the female voice.
''Then Henry broke loose again. 1t
! appeared from what he said he laid
the cut to the banging of the door as
an immediate cause, and that he con-
sidered that action needless and GRIM
inal, only possible of preparation by
person of low order of intelligence.
He used some fine, vigorous, unex-
purgated language in his characterize
tion Of this sort Of thoughtlessness and
few lines more on the general course
of human events.
Suddenly he wanted to know II he
was to be compelled to bleed to death
without an effort being made to pre-
serve him. Sticking plaster, he said.
was the first aid usually applied in
such cases. Where was the sticking
plaster? Where in thunder did the
owner Of the female voice keep the
stan ag'inst daih wo'd. so freedom des
spread. Mistah Lincoln mought "a
been all right, but he didn' have nothin'
to do wild hit. Hit wuz Mas Stanton.
dat who it wuz. Eff hit wasn', huccome
Ms Stanton keep all de sarvants he
want, eben ef he' do pay 'em wages?
Huccome he keep Ha'ison, 'ceptin' he
writ home to his lady? He wuz at de
wah, an thar wasn' no mo- folks on
de place. 'ceptin' sarvants, wen hit all
come up. Ha'ison he layin' fat on his
back sick in his cabin. an not able to
do muffin a-tall. Seemed lax dey'd
a-freed a no-'count dahky LAX dat; but
no. sub, or mis- sont Marty to nuss him.