, 1913-01-16

wisnerlng before that biting nortt
wind. Walking abroad this after.
noon l could zee but little effects
OF the freeze. A few of the more
tender plants were dropping, e.
pecially the Gala lilies, but the
rest of the flowers, the roses and
Reraniums and Towering shrubs,
showed as brave a front and as
strong an inclination to lie about
the cold weather as the inhabitants
This weather gets my goat all right
for it seems 30 uncanny-this thing
ef flowers and vegetables and every
thing growing right along and
6ourishing in the midst of weather
that makes blue noses, and chill
blains, and ice on the sidewalks.
I give it up, it is too much for me
The folks say 1 am getting thin
ner and much sprier every day.
They lay this to the climate and
seem to think California is doing
wonders for me. They give the
climate credit here for everything,
and I guess they are about right
in most instances, but not in this
I could lose flesh with. benefit, and
I could get sprier on my feet with
much comfort to myself, but l
know what's the matter with me.
II is sprintinR for street cars, that
I am dead sure are going to leave
me if I don't run, and which don't
come for ten minutes after I got
to the. stand. 1t is lodging swift
flying automobiles, that are ex-
ceeding the speed limit by twenty
five miles an hour. 1t is getting
out from under the feet Of delivery
wagon horses, and fleeing like the
wind for cover when I hear one of
those internal sputtering motorcy-
cles coming down the street. Such
exercises as I get every time l ven-
ture down town would timber up a
dead man and cause him to lose
flesh. The only wonder that I en-
tsrtAin in my mind is that l have
any Aesh at all. am getting har-
dened up like prize fighter or q
foot ball player, but it is turning
my hair gray with fright and anx-
iety. But I know I shall reap my
reward. I am having to wait, but
it's coming I have n strong,
absorbing desire, and l am certain
it will be fulfilled some of these
days, and then I shall feel paid
for my long waiting. "All things
comes to him who with patience
waits" is my motto and some day
I will have the sincere wish OF my
heart satisfied. 1t is such a sim
pie wish, too, and I am wondering
how it could have been delayed 80
long. It might be gratiied any
day, yet it has not up to this time.
I merely want to g one of those
internal motorcycles kill its rider,
that's all. Those plagued things
have nipped me on the elbows,
and clipped my knees, and sliced
off my toes, and thrown me into
fits a thousand times and sent me
reeling to the sidewalk, or cross
ing, feeling that 1 had barely es-
capped, each time by the skin OF
my teeth. At such time l look
after the flying devil, as it goes
tearing up the street, "phut-phut-
phut-phuting." with it's rider peer.
ing at me over his shoulder, and
say to myself: an get you yet
some day, ] can wait. if you DOM
kill me-until l see your machine
go to wreck, and it won't be Ions
either. Then I will assist gleeful
ly, to gather up your remains in
basket, and carry them to the near
est man-hole and chuck them in
That is the way I console mysslf
but day after day goes by and m.
heart grows weary in waiting Blu
there is nothing to do but wait
They come from nowhere and ar
gone into somewhere 30 i~nfernall,
ouick that it ia disheartening.