Plymouth weekly banner. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1856, 1856-06-12
A PRIVATE ROOM. OR THE ELECTS OF
DRINKING PUNCH.


disagreea BILE day in the latter part Of
November, a tail. gaunt. queer looking
customer, dressed in a blue coat with
metal buttons. with ysller striped panta-
looms. and calf skin terminaIions, sat sol.
itary and alone in little room situated
in certain little tavern, in--s.
Philadelphia.
Before him was little round table, on
whose marble top was little pitcher OF
smoking punch. 'screechen hot.' and
wine glass. The solitary individual wss
York-nothin' else. dear child--and that
was his second pitcher full--nigh his
second empty. One minute after and you
could'nt-fact, you see-have sques zed
drop out Of either pitcher. or glass by
forty two pounds hydraulic press.
York rang the bell. The water pop
ped his head in the door.
Ring. SAP
of course did. Is it clearing off9.
No sa--damp, sa--fog SO thick, you
could ladle it out III spoon, sa. Have
anything sa2'
More punch and strong
Yes sa-immediaiely sa.'
The waiter withdrew and in few sec
onds returned with a third pitcher OF
punch and York was beginning 10 feel
glorious, when on raising his enes. he saw
his own figure in a pier glass directly op-
posiie. He rubbed his eyes again.
By thunder!' said he. there's some fell
low sitting right before me. I'll swear
there's impudence for you This is
private room, sir, for my sole accom-
modation.'
He waited minute, expecting an an
swer, but his reflection only stared at him
and held its peace.
Il was saying. sir, that this is my pri-
vate room-mine sir cried York. fetch
ing his voice an octave higher then il was
before. No answer was made, aud he
rang the bell iuriously. The waiter
made his appearance again.
Ring. sa?'
Yes. did ring. Didn't | nsk for
private room?'
Yes. sa; this is private room. ss.'
It is! Why there's a fellow sitting
right opposite me now, on the Other side
of the table. Rot his impudence.
Table, sa-fellow, ss?'
Yes, there he is. Well, just never
mind. BIng on some more punch and
couple Of glasses
In very short time The fourth pitcher
with two glasses made its appearance.
York filled one of tae glasses. and then
showed ii over the table
Will you drink?' said he. addressing
the figure in the glass.
oh. you won't, eh7 Well. II
will And so he did.
Better drink, old fellow, Fcontinued
he. Your liquor is getting cold, and you
look as II you was fond of The thing
No answer being returned. York finish
ed the pitcher. anc rung the bell again.
in popped the waiter.
Ring, sap
To be sure did. Didn't you hear the
BIB bell?'
i did sa.'
Didn't order p-p-privste roomP
Eh?' Yes. sa,' this is a private room.
sa.' T
"A pretty private room this is, with a
lf-f fellow sitting right opposite that
won't take glass or punch when its Of
fered him; r-r.red nosed man ststhat.
o. well. never mind. bring more punch.
and t-t-tumblers. I'll try him again.
Presently pitcher number FIVE. and glas-
ses to match. was borne in with due
state.
Better try some. old boy ssid York.
coaxingly TO his double. The reflex
merely looked good na,ured but said
nothing.
WELL continued York with sigh.
'if this isn't the most Infamous. Never
mind. I'll drink The punch
And so he did every bit of il. About
five minutes suficed TO end the pitcher.
York rang the bell superfuriousiy. The
waiter came again.
Ring. sa7'
/ why certainly. Why shouldn't ia'
Where is the man--who keeps the
placei'. g.
Boss. sa? I'll see i'm sa.'
Shortly after, mine host. a quiet look
ing little man with mottlej,. calico pat
tern face. and shining bald head made
his appearance. 'Ww-whats to payT
demsnded York, rising and assuming an
air of dignity.
! Five punches--five leviee. sir
There's the money. sir. said York for.
king over the coin. And now / wan: 10
know why, when cal! for private room.
you should put me here with omebody
els?'
There's nobody here but you and I
SIR
Nobody Do you s-s-suppose | can't
see? Do you think am drunk7 There,
look there! two of me. by jingo!'
We'll sir. must confess. can't see
but US two
You can't eh7' And York dragged the
landlord to the table. Look there con-
tinued he. pointing TO the glass. Th.th-
there's the rsscals now. One OF i'ems
enough like you to be your brother. and
the other is the most Lord forsaken
meanest looking white man Lever saw.
Atlanta Examiner.