The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1858-09-09
Fsr ~ Cas- Co. Rcpublican

rx0f tue kaSs w. nePuoiS"H
Mn REPuBL1cAN:7Spea of gas
for.liehting rooms, makes me think of
nv own experience % that way at the
Adams House in Chicago, not long
since. I.arrivsd at the Michigan Cen
trail Depot st $40 p. m, of dark rainy
night As we plunged along amid the
darkness, the lights of the city appeared
to be in all sorts of motions adyanc-
ing, receding, bobbing up and down,
&C.; and SO acre the hacks, and omni-
buses and 30 did the hotel runners,
with lamps IN hand, hunting up custo-
mers. & Want a hotel sif?' said one
of these, insinuatingly. "Want ho-
tel ~ said dozen or more at the same
time. We'll, I don't want nothing else,
said L; but one at time, if you please.
Come this way, said the first speaker,
and I'll show you to the cheapest and
best hotel in the city. Well, now, that
happened to be exactly what we want
ed, so we followed along. The best
and cheapest hotel in the city, however,
looked rather dark and dingy. We
started back-our guide protested-we
hesitated-a leetle too cheap to be good,
thought we; and so we turned back
and found our way to the Adams House.
Fine house this; made our way to the
Clerks Office entered our name on
the book-took cup of black tea
listened to various discussions concern
ing banks, hard times, commerce, pol
itics, &C., &c. Called for bed, and
was lighted to our room. Fine room
well furnished. Waiter touched the
blaze of his lamp to the end of tnbe
which he turned from the wall-a bril-
liant light burst forth, filing the room
with its splendor.. startling.-A~
brilliant light from a naked wall! Ala
din's lamp was no touch to it. Our
waiter wished us a good night; made
his bow, and we were alone. First
time we ever lladour bedroom lighted
with gas! We looked into book
lying on the table found it to be q
Bible. Looked under the bed-found
all right. Looked in the glass and saw
ourself- dotted cur garments-lleao oct
the light turned the tube back to
the wall-jumped, or rather tumbled
into bed; complacently closed our eyes
and was soon bordering OH the land of
dreams when, whew! 0, rotten eggs,
carton and gridirons!-what is it smells
so !? We turned oyer-smelt worse
We raised ourselves up in bed. Smelt
worse yet. Good gracious and thunder,
what's the matter? We jumped out
of bed and ran to the door-stuck our
head into the hall, and called the waiter.
Waiter fastened to our relief; but not
with lamp in hand, as fortunately he
snelt the cause of our trouble and knew
its nature. He turned screw in the
tube; raised window to let in fresh
air, and dryly said that 6lo,ciag out a
gas light, didn't shut off the gas; and
that had we fallen asleep before we
smeh our danger, we should have walked
up in the morning one Gerry dead man,
Gas lights for bedrooms? confound
them! No, no, give me genuine tai
low candle, whose blaze can be blown
out with puff:-and the snuff pincfed
out with your thumb and finger, and
no danger of blow up, or suffocation.
Still, stand for the Adams House for
all that; for they have sconaenE genuine
women to wait on You at table in the
good old way. 1 dislike to see men
around with aprons on crowding wo-
men out of place and employ, waiting
on folks at table. 1t takes away our
appetite, it does. But here at the Adj
ans house all is right-womcn are al
lowed their appropriate places. They
were all hoped in the most approved
style, and aproned in uniform, with
cheeks red as new blown roses, and
eyes sparkling like dew drops. 1t was
decidedly pleasant to be asked, with
ruby lips close to your ear: " Beef
stake, or mutton chops ?" "Tea or
Coffee ?'' For our part we changed
about, taking a little of one kind and
then choosing another, and SO on,
choosing and eating for the mere plea
sure of being asked what we would
have next In short, barring the gas,
we are in for the Adams House What
is bill of two dollars for cup of tea,
a nights lodging-beef stakes, mutton
chops, hot cakes and coffee for. break
fast, with such waiting ON at table,
Why, "jest nothin.n We left much
better than zone very dead man, and
made our way through allsorts of noise
and confusion, hurry and hustle, mud
and mire, to No. lis, West jackson
Street, feeling, as Sam Slick would saw.