The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-06-24
THE TALE OF A sUGAR-BowL

TOLD BY AN EYEWITNESS.
It was during festival week. Hunts
was full TO repletion. So were the men
and women who came out of there.
was in getting supper. A consequent
tial, important chap stalked down the
room, strobe up to the side-tabla in
front of me, stood his cane by the side
of the table, slammed the sugar bowl
back against the wall, subsided into a
chair, crossed his legs, and waited.
Walters, full-armed and empty-armed,
were rushing in all directions, but none
paid any attention to the chap in front
of me. He looked puzzled and out of
patience. The fellow in front of him
left, and another took his seat. In a
moment a waiter was taking his order,
but still my friend waited. This, how
ever, was too much for him to bear.
He began to mutter under his breath.
and pound on the table with the salt
cellar. In the din he wasn't heard. It
was getting interesting, and I forgot to
eat, watching him. He was getting
very red in the face, and commenced to
beckon to the walters, but could not
catch their eye. He half started once
or twice to leave. but his hunger con-
quered his ire. He now took his cane
and began to hook for the walters legs
as they went by. For some time his
fishing operations were unrewarded.
He was getting desperate. He hooked
sayagely for one fellows legs and
hOored him. Oh what a waste of eat.
ables WAS there, my countrYmen The
waiter did not know what tripps5 him.
but supposed it was the foot of my
hungry and impatient friend. The
waiter, accordingly, when he had wiped
the mashed potato from his nose, asked
him fiercely what he was doing with his
feet. This question took him by sur
prise, and he replied that he did not
know. Why did he ask {? The waiter
looked at him as if he thought him
fool, and marched off with a lot of
cracked china and broken victuaIs.
By this time the fellow In front of
him had left, and a third man had
seated himself there. A waiter was
promptly on hand and took his order.
This was too much. He sprang on the
next waiter who passed, and dragged
him to the table.
Haven't you ordered yet ?" asked
the trembling captive.
Ordered yet I That is nice. No,
hain't ordered yet, you thiek-skuIled
aborigine. Where's your eyes? Hunts
eating house Why don't you hunt I?
I've been hunting an hour for some
thing to eat on this table, and I hain't
found anything yet. You bring me a
pOrter-house steak quickr'n lightnin' /,
or you'll find out whether I've ordered
yet"
The waiter skunk away. My indig-
nant friend turned around to the table,
readjusted his cane, settled his vest,
showed the sugar-b0sl out to the end
of the table, and felt inclined to grow
more pacific.
Instantly a waiter was az the table.
Ordered yet ?"
'' Yes, have ordered yet"
The waiter showed the sugar-bowl
back to the wall and vamooeed. NV
friend looked daggers at the retreating
waiter, and pushed the sugar-bowl out
to the end of the table again. In an
instant another waiter was at his side.
Have you ordered "
"Ohi you're very attentive, amt
Won How long since you was took I?
Yes, I've ordered.
The waiter slung the sugar-bowl
back to the wall and passed on.
Look a. here, young man, said my
friend, but the waiter did not hear him,
and he finished the remark in an under
EOnes ADDRESSING IL To MS eyes. 1nlB
time he put the bowl out to the end OF
the table very emphatically, and made
some remark to the effect that he
thought it would stay there.
"Ordered, sir ?" It was another
waiter. My friend looked up with an
expression of deep redness, and said
meekly, while his underlip quivered
and tears gathered in his eyes. ''Young
man don't ba hard IN ma Five II m
You are too many for me. When my
supper comes you eat it for me, viii
You? Where viii you have the sugar
bowl? Arrange it to suit yourself ;
don't mind me-" And he took his cane
and departed, q broken. spirited man.
The waiter looked bewildered and
walked out into the kitchen in a dazed
sort of a way. My meal had grown
cold long hafnra 50 I danartsd TOO