The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1902-05-06
TIGER VISITS TEXAS AGAIN
Looks In on the Reunion and
Rests in Waxahachie.
HOMER, KY, May L


On the night of 18th nit l, in COM
pany with many others from Rus
seilville, and Logan county, board
ed the cars for an outing, taking in
the scenes of my old native state,
Tennessee, thence to Arkansas, and
on to Dallas, Texas, to witness the
big Johnnie reb love feast that was
being pulled off in that city. After
a delightful journey of some thirty
hours ride we entered the gates of
the Reunion city on Sunday morn
ing. The city of Dallas had put on
her Sunday suit in honor of her dis
tinguished guests and donned her
best bib and tucker and looked as
fresh as a school girl in white mus
lin on exhibition night.
Sunday night my brother and l
went down to Waxahachie to pay
our fraternal respects to our broth
er, }. 6. Brasher, who has been a
citizen of that city of twenty-three
years standing, and to eliminate the
SCOT and cinders from our devoted
personages. Monday we spent pry-
ing into various hooks and corners
irving to locate Innocence" at
home. We found Jumbo and Uncle
Snort and began to feel like things
were coming our way when a friend
pointed out to us that $4,000 horse
and red buggy. We drew in deep
draught or two of those stiff gulf
breezes and contented ourselves to
lay for the innocent" gentleman
and bag him on the wing whenever
he should emerge from his lair to
resume his rolling rig, But our
fond expectations were scattered to
the prairie breezes when we saw
"Mrs. Innocence" come forth from
a bazaar establishment where they
sell purple and fine linen and take
command of that $4,000 sailing craft
and fly away homeward where her
innocent leige lord was busily en-
gagged agitating the rich Jersey
cream with the Old-fashioned per-
pendicular stick and dash,
l have tried my dead levelest to
like Texas better than | like Ken
lucky, and / do like her broad fer
tile fields, her big-hearted men and
her pretty women. l like those
balmy breezes and gentle sunshine
and all that, and yet l pine for my
old Kentucky heath and hills with
her bubbling springs and blue grass
and fine horses and pretty women
and double distilled Bourbon. Even
the feuds in the mountain districts
and our fourteen brands of democ-
racy, some of which are as corrupt
as the slums of hades, and all that,
and vet, and yet, etc.
Convince a man against his will,
And he's of the same opinion still.
/ was a leetle too young to go to
the war of the rebellion, and / was
leetle too old to go after those
Spaniards down in Cuba. The most
of my existence has spanned the
space intervening between 80 and
1913 when our old Uncle Samuel was
at peace with himself at home and
at peace with the other nations of
the earth. Consequently my oppor-
tunities to heroize myself in mortal
combat have been limited. But few
there be who have greater reverence
for the old heroes of the south than
/. | never have looked upon the
rebellion as a mistake. ! did not
think so then, ! do not think so
now. 1t may be that / am rebelionB
by nature, and would be SO by prac-
tice if under the same circumstance
the opportunity should present it.
self. I had the pleasure Of conyers-
ing with a great number Of those
who bore the brunt in the stormy
scenes of the CO.'S and / find them
as stubborn today as they were
then in the righteousness of their
side of the contest. There's a great
big lot of bombast and verbosity
about our reunited country and fra
ternal spirit between the sections.
The &. A. r. veterans love old Yam
kee Doodle, and the u. c. V. still
give the old rebel yell when they
hear Dixie. Somebody may yell
traitor, but tell the truth and
shame the devil, for these things
are so, and Jonathan will tell you
UNts,r.r,