The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1875-06-24
The Hounded Hoosier from Hlndiana.

He was Hoosier evidently. His dress
his physiogomy, his actions, all proclaim
ed him to be one of the Inhabitants q.
Hoosierdom. He arrived on western
train from successful search after cheaT
lands. And he was returning to bring
out his family and what household goods
were necessary to begin life in his Kansas
home.
BE was in the ladies' sitting-room, and
eating with evident relish a substantial
| lunch of crackers, cheese, and ham, and
had just begun to tackle a venerable-look-
ing pie, when the officer in charge of the
depot stepped up to him and remarked (:
| This is the waiting-room for ladies
you'll have to go into the adjoining
| room."
SIS that 80 g'' he asked, in a drawliag
tone. Then picking up his carpet-bag,
and munching his pie as he went, he
sauntered into the mems sitting-room.
Here he made another attack on the re-
mainder of that pie of antiquated appear
ance. Spying the water-coOler he filled
the cup that stood near with ice-water, and,
cup in hand, returned to his seat. Then
he again assaulted that antiquated piece of
cookery, washing down every mouthful
with copious draught from the lineup.
In the meantime several had gathered
about the water-c0oler, but no cup was to
be seen from which to slake their thirst.
This attracted the attention of the officer,
VINO soon observed that the Hoosier had
monCpoliZed the tankard, and again ap-
preaching him, he said in somewhat sharp
tones:
"You ought to know better than to re-
tain that cup when others require it,"
ais that so?''
The Hoosier spoke in an exasperated
tone, evidently thinking that needless an
nOyance was being caused him but, with
out further words, rose from his repast
and replaced the cup where be found it.
Finishing that aged and infirm pie
gnawing it to the bone, so to speak-he
soon stretched himself out at full length,
resting his tired head upon his carpet-bag,
and with his jaek-knife picking his teeth,
in happy oblivion of care, when again the
officer stepped to his side and remarked in
rather energetic style:
''It's against the rules of this room for
you to lie down. Others are wanting
seats, and you'll have to sit up"
.'Is that sop
The question was asked in tart and testy
tones, but the harassed Hoosier gathered
hi. long legs up and assumed the perpen-
dicular. His jack-knife was still in his hand,
and, picking up a piece of pine, he was
soon busily and happily engaged in whit
Ting. Quite a litter had been made in
front of him, when, for the fourth time,
the officer interviewed him, as follows:
You'll have to stop whiting in this
room. Outdoors is the place to use your
jack-knife.' -
''Is that so?''
The familiar question was asked this
time in accents of decided bitterness, and
the hectored Hoosier looked at the officer
for second or two as though he would be
glad to whittle away at that officials left
ear for one brief and blissful moment.
But that dark and vengeful look quickly
passed, and, csrpet-bag in hand, he walked
out upon the platform. He still retained
his pine stick and knife, and was soon
seated on a trunk in front of the baggage
room, his long legs vibrating back and
forth like two immense pendulumS, and
his knife busy in its accustomed employ
ment.
Walking the platform, the officer again
noticed the traveller, and once again ac-
costed him:
"Nobody's allowed to sit on trunk OF
this platform. You'll have to get off that
trunk ~
"Is that SOP
"Yes, that's so! Ifyou don't fly round
lively you'll be LETT
Is that sO?''
This was uttered in a hurried and eX-
cited manner, and the Hoosier, with his
everlasting and irritating sis that SOP
dragged his long legs into the car, and
was soon speeding eastward.-Ransas
City Journal.