Democratic Sentinel, Volume 3, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 January 1880 — Woman’s Softening Influence. [ARTICLE]

Woman’s Softening Influence.

“ It’s astonishin’,” remarked the old forty-niner this morning as he nodded over bis glass, to our reporter. “ It’s astonishin’ what a coward a man is at home—a reg’lar crawlin’ sneak, by Jove! I’ve traveled a good bit and held up my end in most of the camps on the coast sence ’45). I’ve got three bullets inside o’ me. I’ve shot an’ been shot at, an’ never heard nobody say I hadn’t as good grit as moat fellers that’s goin’. But at home I’m a kyote. Afore I’d let the old woman know that her hot biscut wasn't Al. when it’s like stiff amalgam, I’d fill myself as full as a re-

tort I’ve done it lots o’ times. Most o’ my teeth is gone from tnggin’ on beefsteaks that the old woman has fried. D’je think I roar out and case when I go over a chair in the dark? No, sir. When I’m xubbin’ my shins an’ keepin’ back the tears, I’m likewise sweatin’ for fear the old woman has been woke by the upset. It didn’t use to be so,” sighed fclie. poor fellow, thoughtfully rubbing his shining scalp. When we *as first hitched I thought I was superintendent, but, after year or two of argyin’ the pint, I settled down to shovin’ the car at low wages. I can lick any man o’ my age an’ size,” cried the old gentleman, banging the saloon table with his wrinkled fist. “I’ll shoot, knife, stand up or rough and tumble for coin, but 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, I tell you the starch comes right out o’me.”—Virginia (Nev.) Chronicle.