The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1902-04-13

But still the smart set looks on her
| With cutting eyes of steel.
What can one hope for her? She drives
| A last years style mobile.
| Mr.. A. R. Urion, attorney of the Ar
mour Packing Company, who is spending
a. few days in Washington on some
what round about way from Chicago to
San Francisco, told at lawyers dinner
| on Wednesday a story Of the late Gen.
eral Bragg, of Wisconsin-not the Gen.
eral Bragg. of military fame, but the
awe inspiring legal light who struck ter
ror to the hearts of so many evil-doers
throughout all the Northwest in his day.
When a certain railroad was built
through Waukesha-where the water
comes from-a portion of it's right of
way-if that's the legal term for it-cut
off the corner of one of Waukesha' S finest
hotels The owner of the hotel, an Irish
man, at once brought suit against some
thing or other--the railroad company,
suppose-and General Bragg was counsel
for the defense.
1t was long drawn out trial as most
trials are. and instead of trying to find
out what each witness knew, the chief
to be to befudde Jurors and witnesses
so that nobody could find out whether
anybody knew anything at all. One wit
ness for the complainant was an Irish
man. who kept a small hotel General
Bragg cross examined him. General
Bragg was most appalling looking man,
with an awful voice and manner call
culated to scarce anybody to death. He
,1-if -hD
lions were asked, and in spite of General
Bragg's manner. answered correctly.
You keep a hotel?" said General
Bragg. in a tone that implied that hotel
keeping was only little lower than
horse-stealing. The man answered that
he did.
How many rooms have you in your
hotel?" asked General Bragg, with deep
| suspicion.
II object, your honor" cried the coun-
sci for the complainant before the wit
ness could eply. General Bragg objected
to the objection and everybody else OBJ
jected to everything he could. His hon
or took the matter under advisement,
and all the authorities on the subject
| were quoted For an hour and half
the matter of the objection was argued
nounced that the question was admissi-
| BILE. Gneral Bragg turned to his victim
again.
How many rooms have you ID your
hotel?" he asked again.
The witness stroked his chin for a mo-
, ment in deep thought before he spoke:
well, SORT" said he, Ito tell you the
truth I'll be damned if l know mesilf'
A clubman has been telling me a story,
which he says a friend of his. an under
taker. told him, and have reason to
doubt it, for the great Rudyard Kipling
once told me several excellent stories
an undertaken chum of his in Omaha re-
lated 1t all happened at a funeral. A
young wife had died; the services at the
house were over, and the train of car
riages was about to proceed to the oeme-
terry. The funeral director with the be-
reaved husband, was the last to leave
the house The widower was waved to
the first carriage. He stepped forward
to look in, and then stepped back 10 the
director.
MY mother in-law is in there" he
said.
The funeral conductor merely looked
his inquiry.
my mother law is in there" re-
peated the widower; Il don't want to ride
there. Find me some other carriage"
''All the other carriages are filed" an
swered the director.
Get me another them persisted the
widower.
Really, Mr.. Vauf," protested the d.
rector. Il hardly think / can. I'd have
to send back to the stable and the delay
surely you see the delay would cause
comment"
Mr. Vauf opened the door of the first
carriage and stepping in, remarked
We'll l will ride in this carriage il
you insist, but, remember leaning to-
ward the director. with a look of deep
reproach, remember that this will en-
tirely spoil the pleasure of the drive"
Of the enmity which follows it's victim
beyond the grave, happily the world sees
and knows little 1t is a thing so abhor-
rent that / should not be telling this in
stance of it were it not that the thing
has in it an element of ghoulish humor,
a hint of the childish intensity of a wo-
mans hate. Several years ago there
lived man and his wife in East Capitol
street, They were not in the automobile
set. but the wife, at least, was very hap
Ply, and quite unusually in love with her
husband, considering how many almanacs
had followed the one which had her
honeymoon in it.
AT length, one day while searching her
husbands pocket-why will women never
learn to let the sleeping dog who hides
in husbands pockets lie?-the wife came
upon the usual evidence of another wo-
man in the case. Why, l wonder, does
the other woman always write letteS, |
and why, again does the husband al |
ways keep them? OF couse, the other
woman was an adventures of the Gree
kind. People who care to take the part |
of a woman like her-hOrrid people-sald |
that she wasn't entirely to blame, mas
much as being a quiet woman of thirty |
she had met the husband at some water |
ing place and had fallen in love with him. |
not knowing he was married till after |
she had written the letter the wife found |
There was something in the letter about |
the carnations he had sent her every
day-and she loved carnations best of all ,
the flowers
The outraged wife made all kinds of |