WOMAN’S SOFTENING INFLUENCE.

Dunstan Times, Issue 957, 20 August 1880, Page 3

WOMAN’S SOFTENING INFLUENCE.

It's astonisliin,’” remarked the old fortyniner this morning as he nodded over hia glass to our reporter, “ it’s astonishin’ what a coward a man is at home— a reg’lar crawlin’ sneak, by Jove ! I've travelled a good bit, and held up my end in most o’ the camps on the coast since ’49. I've got three bullets inside o’ mo. I’ve shot and been shot at, an’ never heard nobody say I hadn’t as good grit as most fellers that’s goin’. But at home I’m a kyote Afore I’d let the old woman know that her hot biscuit wasn’t A 1 when it’s like stife amalgam, I’d til! myself as full as a retort. I’ve done it lots o’ times. Most o’ my tectli is gone flora tuggin’ on beefsteaks that the old woman fried. D’ye think I roar out when 1 go over a chair in the dark? No, sir. While I’m ruhbiu’ my shins an’ keepin’ back the tears, I’m likewise sweatin' fur fear the old woman has been woke by the upset. It didn’t use to be so,” sighed the poor fellow, thmightful’y rubbing bis shining scalp. “ When we first hitched I thought 1 was the superintendent, hut after a year or two of argyin’ the pint I settled down to shovin’ the oar at low wages. I kin lick any man o’ my age an’ size,” cried the old gentleman, banging the saloon table with his wrinkled list. “ I’ll sh mt stand up, or rough and tumble for coin, hut when I hang my hat on the peg in the hall, an’ take off my muddy boots, an’ hear the old woman ask if that’s me, 1 tell you the starch cnmos right out o’ me.”- Virginia Chronicle.