The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1902-04-04
TALE OF A MAN AND 4 CHURE'|
Mr.. Bradshaw Tells Of the Trials
OF Trip into W0man's Realm.

This country is beginning to teem
with new life. The mills are still
buzzing, the planners are filling the
wind with new music, and soon the
wales and bills will be resplendent
with growing trees and blooming
flowers, and we can begin to hear
the croak of the frog, the scream of
the lark, and the cry of the herron;
ali these, with mornings tirst light,
intermingled with the glad merry
whistle of the red bird, and the soft
whisper of the brown thrush, are
familiar notes to my ears which
carry me back to times when ! used
to play around my mothers knee.
| am beginning to think We are GO
ing to be a numbering town here
sure, for since my last, several new
mills are under headway, and one
just put to running within three
fourths of mile of my house,
across the river from me. They are
going to make specially of shin
giles, gum and hard lumber. Other
things are brewing too young to
mention yet OF purely local nature.
Ny little boy and are living high
on Jersey milk and butter, and after
no great while we'il have the honey.
am churning now most every day,
aud the first two times / did the act
had the good fortune TO complete
the Job in ten minutes. ! just said
TO myself, with a satisfied air, which
once In Il while takes possession Of
us lords, you know, Why, TO be
sure, aren't the women badly off;
they are not on TO the churning
racket at all. - so | whistled away
while l put things away in jiffy
got into my wagon and ratified off
TO my new ground, where l piled
myself to my days task like hero,
came home at night tired, you bet
ter believe, and after supper looked
at my churn. II was turned, so to
speak, and said, ''it's no trick to
Ichurn, :" so at 1t went, and from
the very word go things seemed TO
me oat of tune. The dash palled
hard and then harder, the sound
was that of low grumble, heavy
muttering like the freight over the
way. The Jar got fuller and fuller,
the lid floated off, and milk began to
| stream down the sides of the ehurn
like lava down mountain. had
steam up To the danger point by this
time. and when ! caught up with
myself, as It were, the hairs on top
Of my head there are seventeen of
/ them, II | made no mistake-were
standing right straight up and the
milk was a-hying: and this man
1 began to reason. A good, patient
woman churns with one band while
! in the other she holds the paper she
/ is reading, all unconscious of any
effort. And you know that thought
took lots of the vanity out of me,
for had quoted, like Mark Twain =
"Man in the Mountains, from
everything and everybody, poetry,
pathos, bathos, sarearsm, statistics
and blasphemy, and was winding
up with an exhilirating war-whoop
for freedom Of speech, freedom of
press, free schools, the glorious bird
OF America and the principles Of
eternal justice-hut all this did not
get the butterl So | just looked up
towards the bright little stars and
softly repeated, Twinkle, twinkle,
little STAR etc, and waited. But
nothing happened. saw this would
not do and so began In solemn,
sepulchural tone, Backward, turn
backward, o. Time, in thy flight
and make me child again just for
tonight
Chickens were Growing for day
when got everything cleared up
from that nights experience. Now
| If any of you readers are in the hab-
it of saying cross things to your
good wives for not keeping her past
of the work always up-to-date,