The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1908-07-27

would present respectable appear
ance'
Harris then saw that the coat was
old. almost threadbare. but exceeding
ly clean and neat. He glanced again at
the mans face
Excuse me- he said. L was very
busy when you came and spoke
thoughtlesslv Now that think of 1t.
l do need some soap. Fact is, am
completely out
Thank YOU interrupted the man.
Here are three cakes for a quarter.
Nonsense. said Harris. Here is a
soap. Got to have it-couldnt do with
out it-always buy it In FIVE dollar
lots.
THE peddler left all of his stock and
delivered another lot later 1t was q
very profitable days work for him. 1t
was just like Uncle Remus.' He was
always doing such things
There was an old printer in Atlanta
who, when he was too infrm to work
at the case, went every week TO Mr..
Harris and drew his regular pension
enough to supply his simple wants. In
similar ways this kind hearted jour
nalist managed to get rid of large
part of his income"
Uncle Remus" aAextremely bash
full. He was so MODEST that be could
not look strange woman In the face,
and he had for years written at his
home In order to keep away from the
lion hunters and autograph seekers
who attacked him at the Constitution
Office at Atlanta. He spent only about
an hour day at the Atlanta Constitu-
ton Office. He was there one morning
when a tall young woman from Boston
made her way up the elevator and
found his room. The door was open.
The Boston girl looked in. and there
sat little, rotund, red headed man
reading newspaper.
rs this Mr. Harris?' asked the Bos-
ton girl.
"Yes'm," replied the red headed man
without raising his eyes.
II have called to see you, Mr. Har-
ris." said the Boston girl my name
Is Bessie Blank. and you ought to
know me. for am a writer"
'Yes'm," said Uncle Remus," look
ing very uncomforta BILE and still keep
ing his eyes upon the paper.
Il would like to have a chat with
you" said the young lady, raising her
voice and casting an inquiring look at
the chair at Mr.. Harris side, which he
was too scared to offer her
"Yes'm," said Uncle Remus" desper-
ately
But" the woman went on after
pause, Il see, sir that you don't want
to talk and ! had better go"
"Yes'm." said Uncle Remus,'' and
with that the irate young woman left
And still "Uncle Remus' was the soul
OF kind heartedness. He was so bash
full, however, that he could not do 9th
erwtse than he did. He was backward
I in talking to strangers, and it was
only now and then that he had a caller
who seemed to just suit him. This was
the case with Mr.. visscber of Chicago.
an old time newspaper man, who had
gained fame as poet. His appear
ance, 1t Is said, reminds one of the
story of the countrywoman and the
hippopotamus. The country woman
went to the circus, and when she saw
this animal she stood before him for
some time in speeches. establishment.
At last with gasp, she said to her
husband, ''Oh, my, amt he plain!"
Well, Mr.. Visscher was little plain,
a quality which was also possessed to
a certain extent by Mr.. Harris. Mr.
Visscher was we'll known in Chicago.
He was also known in other quarters,
and he thought, of course, Mr.. Harris
would know him by name. So he step
ped jauntiiy into the Office and held
out his hand and said:
"How are you, Mr. Harris? Ny name
Is visscher''
Uncle Remus" hooked up, and as he
did 70 held out his hand and then
burst into a hearty "Ha. ha, ha! Why.
how do you do, Mr.. Visscher! Ha, ha,
Ia! am glad to meet you, Mr. viss-
cher! IA, ha. ha.' and be went on
laughing as though he would split hie
/ fat sides.
Il am glad to meet you" said Nj.
| visscher as he Strengthened himself up
little Indignantly. but can't see
what on earth you are laughing att
! At this Uncle Remus' burst into an
othsr laugh and said, us be rather af-
fectionately laid his hand on Visscher's
shoulder: well. to tell you the truth.
| Mr.. visscher, am laughing at you.
like your looks. You see, l have
always had the reputation Of being the
| uglicst man In the United States, but
you beat me. want to take you out
and Introduce you to my WIFE
This was said in such tone that
| visscher could not get angry at it He
rather disputed the position which I'm
Gle Remus' had thrust upon him as he
looked at him. But he shook hands,
and little later on the two went ont
to uncle Remus' home together.
Visscher was delighted with "Uncls