WOMAN'S SOFTENING INFLUENCE

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 1917, 16 April 1880, Page 3

WOMAN'S SOFTENING INFLUENCE

"It's astonishin'," remarked the old fortyniner this morning, as he nodded over his glass to our reporter, " it's astonishin' what a coward a man is at home—a reg'l'ir crawlin' sneak, by Jove ! I've traveled a good bit and held up my end in most o' tho camps on the coast since '49. I've got three bullets inside o' me. I've shot and been Bhot at, an' never heard nobody gay I hadn't as good grit as most fellers that's goin'. But at homo I'm a kyote. Afore I'd let the old woman know that her hot biscuit wasn't Al when it's like stife amalgam, I'd fill myself as full as a retort. I've done it lots o' times. Moit o' my teeth is gone from tuggin' on be* l f'steiks that the old woman fried. D'ye think I roar out when Igo over a chair in the dark ? No, sir. While I'm rubbin' 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 tho poor fellow, thoughtfully rubbing his shining scalp. " When we first hitched I thought I was the superintendent, but after a year or two of argyin' tho pint I settled down to shoviu' the car at low wages. I kin lick any man o' my age an' size," cried the old gentleman, banging tho Baloon table with his wrinkled first. "I'll shoot, stand up or rough-and-tumble for coin, but when I hang my hat on the peg in tho hall an' take off my muddy boots, an' hear the old woman ask if that's mo, I tell you the starch comes right out o' me." — "Virginia (Nov.) Chronicle."