Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-07
RURAL MAIL CARRIERS
Some Of the Interesting Ex-
periences of Their Work.
ACT AS ERRAND BOYS
GREAT CONVENIENCE TO THE
RESIDENTS ALONG ROUTES.
Loungers About the Country Post
Offices Make Wagers on the Car
rier's Time of Arrival.
Written for The Star.

Written for The Star.
Are you yearning nightly for some per-
sonal experience to befall you that will
lift you out of the rut of common things?
Is 1t your hearts secret desire to record
the impressions produced by unusual sensa-
tons? The golden opportunity to satisfy
these longings lies right at handsome
fine morning go over his route with one of
the rural free delivery mail carriers en-
ployed by Uncle Sans Post Office Depart
ment in your immediate neighborhood,
though you may be a city dweller.
The watch showed that we had been
away from the little country town mark
ing the starting point of the route just ff-
teen minutes when Hi Green, the carrier.
drew up before a rude homemade mail
box, mounted dovecote fashion. on top of a
pole at the point where lane led off to a
farm house a good fourth of mile away.
This is the first letter or mail matter of
any kind old Hosey Lounsberry has re-
ceived from chick or child in a-welI by
heck! If some bird amt gone and built a
nest in that mail box!'
sure enough, it had, and what's more. a
closer examination proved that three robins
eggs were in the lite house of twigs
Now, amt that a shame?" uueried the
tender-hearted carrier. set up a home
here where nothing bothered and's got to
be disturbed at last No. I'll be DANCED IL
I'll break up any birds home let alone a
human BEINGS
Suiting the action to the word, the man
lifted the nest just sufficiently to permit of
one end of the letter being slipped under It,
leaving two-thirds of the envelope showing
'Hoseyll see that all right when he comes
hobbling down the lane looking for that
letter he's been expecting from foreign
parts for long while. There he comes
now-just leaving the doorway But dunn
L lct xr6or Sc
and all the neighbors are anxious to know
who'd be writing to Hosey from strange
iands-he's been giving out hints-and have
been looking to me to tell 'em. Too had
ain't it?' Hi smiled innocently
Always Has an Errand to Run.
"Giddap, you old turnip. We're a minute
behind time all on account of that birds
nest" He cast his eye up the road to
where the CLINT of a white house showed
through the trees. Yves, she standing
there-always standing there, rain or shine.
That's the Wilder Boyd-Jane Boyd. Gets
letter once a month maybe but that don't
make any difference-she's always got an
errand she wants me to run. Morning, Mrs.
Boydr'
Morning, Henry; fine day, amt it2 You
don't appear to be overloaded this morn
ing. Henry. Guess you could take bundle
up the road to my daughter-tn-la laws, eh?
L thought you could, that's why 1 asked
you. It's just my birthday gift to her-her
birthdays today. I'll have a glass of nice
fresh buttermilk when you come back this
way, Henry
As we went by to the next house on
slow trot Hi waved his hand in greeting
and shook his head to emphasize further
that he had no mail for the occupants of
the porch, and family there came to our
ears disappointed "Oh, shucks," where
upon Hi commented knowingly:
Should think that old gal of Bige oIaw-
I'm irlx incr tl
Teller from the city ever meant to write
love letters to her again
Perhaps they Were not love letters-tust
friendly epistles, instead" l suggested
''oh, heck was the somewhat impatient
response. "Ain't I had experience enough
ON this route to know that whenever n
man sits down and takes enough time to
write a letter weighing enough for four
cents postage he always carries on about
her sky blue eyes and golden tresses and
number one feet. and such tommy rot?
They can't fool your Uncle Hi!'
Touchy About Her Age.
When Uncle Sans man reached the gate
Of Widow Boyd's daughter-in-Iaw.s house
some minutes after the delivery of this ut
terance he handed the bundle given into his
keeping quarter of an hour before to the
slim and altogether dainty appearing young
woman who was awaiting his arrival
ITS your maw's birthday gift, she said
for your thfrtieth birthday"
The young woman. sprang an angry rod
under her old-fashioned sunbonnet
Look here. Henry Green, want you to
know that I'm not thirty. Pm"
'.Shoai'
Tim"
"Shoo-shoo!"
Twenty and nav had no business
to say I'm year older than really am"
.Tll warrant it's something handsome.
said Henry discreetly turning the subject:
the young woman busted herself with the
string, and soon there came into view
mauve colored knitted shawl Didn't
tell you 1t would be something fine" he
cried. as he took up the reins. 'Your
maw's the best woman In the whole valley
for such things Giddap! Hope you'll see
many more. Saryt''
When we were out of hearing distance the
good Hi exploded; then. when he had finally
auieted down. he explained the cause of his
unbridled mirth.
Caught her as neat as you please
Thought her NAV told me she was thirty.
Mind what saidg It's your maw.s birth