Eureka Daily Sentinel

LOCAL INTELLIGENCE.

You ever wonder how people live; or the goers home who seemingly never leave streets, whom you meet when you go for the night, and whose face is first to greet you no matter how you arise in the morning? The vast number who never do anything—how do they exist? We have to gain an insight as to what sustains them, but he was not alone. A prying individual who frequently in our travels last night we encountered one who was with him, who from a retrospect of their past three was his wife. They were occupying an empty box in front, bearing their sorrows by a recital of each other's. They seemed trying to soothe their troubles. The conversation bearers were they in their talk have been going on some time. For proxto was not heeded. 'O pre country for many a day: ney—said the man, "we have tramped ag'in, an was our own. Well I have a home f' more than a th, you sy. We ave been to—pre "both dead." His companion nigh twenty years and I wish in the following style: "what. in with a tirade of abuse, some—al. piln't you drive Sammy off. , it's the devil's own titio wo your goint's on of late, gottin bw ts got no father wor moiher? kin' is kort'n', 'e is. Sine is w died e never way any woeount. I' nothin' in the lxggin' line, ye 5 lave 'ome for tho railroid. I mother wante us to stay, say— mo warn' so cheertul-like since an diel; jus like ye to go tramp— bund lugsin' meafter ye. Drat it! o; guess that 'ere lodgin' 'ouso in lie gone to led; 'ave to get in bom without wakin' er. She money. So do I. Told' 'or l jay in adlvanr, but guess we'll w'un t 'mpiher 'ouse to live in. gon't set 'ere frorzin': let's br " Away they went, and we found hase in regard to how tho un— n myrmilons live.