Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1867-08-08
Hotel Life at Newport.

NeOTRt AnTcu lONnbcuu hpouS u uhJ
or two at Newport recently. He thus
records his hotel experience in the Bos-
ton Post
Delightful old place for caterpillar
of bookworm TO burst into sea gull
/ said to myself "What an age-for
America What repose Why here
is the old mill where Eric the Red ground
corn for Roger Williamsl Bless me
is this the Redwood Library Methinks,
now" | continued, i could die here so
pleasantly as not to know i'll"
"Afye place, Mister" said voice,
wipe your fate afore ye come upon the
piazza"
/ found myself already at the King
Pin House. There was respectable
scuflle directly for my carpet bag All
the negroes that did not get it drew of
cynically to hold me in rigorous remark.
Party pears, Jeems," said one OF
these, elegantly holding whisk broom,
ito be shallow in the puss, but young
enough to shell u
In the great empty office, where the
visitors were few enough to keep the desk
for attaches, stood q moment, uneasy,
in the presence of that impsnetrable
person, the hotel clerk. He shot me
through the body with one lofty regard.
Then he looked at fly on the ceiling,
and pushed me a pen while. he whistled
softly. would have given away the art
to write my name for one smile. There
came to me belief that away back in
the past, in some Pythsgorean stage,
must have owed this man money. Else
why this Autter of pulses, this conscious
ness of inequality, the magnetism of his
quills, ringlets and diamond pin Oh,
Providence, bury us not beside the hotel
clerk. Death would be conscience
anywhere near him. He takes no note
of the name entered, wheels a key off q
peg, and looks at fly, with one eye shut,
again. / take courage. Bed me in a
cock loft but l, too, will have look at
this remarkable fly. / End nothing re-
markable about it. Perhaps a pen be-
hind my ear might improve my view.
SO took up q pen from the rack and
gravely followed with my owa eyes the
eyes of this noble entomologist Imme'
diately three other visitors looked up.
Five waters, with whisks, turned their
observations the same way. A terrier
did the same and barked.
"What do you see, sir2" says one.
81 see hy--the same that the clerk
here was looking at two years ago. !
thought l would wait till he found time
to look at me.
Glorious Jovel l had the victory.
There was positively blush on that Geld
imperial brow; then flush of wrath.
go on, Sam, with the mans carpet
bag he said.
"Ha ha Boss, ye jiss got him that
time said Sam; ''dese clucks do put
on airs. A gen man fraid to come to
hotel count of EN-, and den he's 'fraid
to go way. Dey wants reconstruction
LIE me give you a nice brussin, sab
"No / am wet all over; the broom
will do no good.
Yes, sab
You may 90 now"
"Yes, sab
looked out of the window five min
utes the negro remained yet. He wanted
money for having shown me to a room
A great cowardice of this negro, came
upon me Immediately. "Give him q
quarter " said vanity. It's wrong
said Justice. "Get clear of himl' said
policy. There's twenty like him to gel
cleared of " said experience.
Go down stairs" said |, :" want to
be alone! "
Yes, sab "
There he stood, on the balls Of his feet,
fully aware of cowardly thoughts.
don you want to buy one of desc
photographs o the city2 "
| made gesture toward the umbrella
Samuel departed smilingly. 1t was a
desperate, dreary place on this Saturday
twilight. There is no misery like being
a stranger, of rainy day, at fashion
able watering place. Here, with no more
solace than dressing case. in one room
of vast caravansarie, | sat by one gas
basket and heard lonely feet likemine
20 up and down the halls; then the as
lonely footing up of fiddlers and trump.
eters in the promenade hall below. II
this be better than home, God makes us
homeless.
Down stairs took the following in
ventory: Twentythree black walters
three white porters, seven table clerks
four guests in the bar, guzzling against
despair; eight musicians maiden lady
and her mother, full of finery; three
little girls, and one lame man promen-
aiding up and down the hall; -four
smokers on the front porch rain on
roof; oozing gravel paths, and great,
sloping, over filled ocean This was
Newport, the great American Scheven
ingen
At supper the man Sam came up, look.
ing money all over his face, ringing mo-
ney in his speech, morally picking my
pocket while I ate. Did | want hot
meat2 Well, sab jiss glib my name and
he d fotch it. You must pay extra, then,
at Newport, for warm water over your
viands. Walters usually stand behind
YOU; Sam stood before me, with his eyes
in my plate, and his hand in his eyes
wide open for money. Great God are
we to have this sort of intimidation
wherever we go for a sniff of the sea or a
winkful of mouutain2 One Teutonic
parsonage, profoundly happy all his life
in the company of himself, was enjoying
it with a toothpick, in addition to the
former handful beside the music, when
went out; and two young lovers in the
great salon, all alone save observed by
one avaricious-eyed feline waiter, seemed
in that lofty, splendrous place, two mice
fOndling each other.
Minister Romero's vindieation Of Mexico