The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1876-06-09

Not long since J. P. Jones was crossing
the Sierras, says the Virginia, New, Enter
prise, by rail when the train on which he
was travelling drew up at a station and the
usual announcement of 'ttwenty minutes
for dinner" was made. As the Senator
landed he noticed little man rushing up
and down the platform ringing bell. The
man was but few inces over four feet in
height, and was so built about the neck and
chest that his shoulders appeared to stand
above his head. He was stoop-shouldered
to such degree that his neck appeared to
project horizontally from his breast. From
his bare bullet-head shock of black hair
bristled in all directions. The bell he in
cessantly rang was Of unequal size and
weight. He grasped the handle with both
hands, and, doubled up like figure four,
as though by the great weight Of the bell he
welded, march to and fro up and down the
platform, ringing as though deaf and blind
to all else on earth. The Senator went in
to dinner, but did not remain long. His
appetite was not sharp and what he found
on the table was not tempting. Most prom
inently and profusely displayed was the
mustard. There was mustard, common,
thin mustard everywhere. Then what
next caught the eye Of the traveller was a
few scattering plates containing thin slices
of very tough looking boiled beef. There
were besides few plates of bread, dishes
Of beans, some boiled carrots and plates of
pickles. No comfort was to be. taken with
either the tea or the coffee, for both were
thin and of bad flavor. The Senator was
soon out on the platform again, where he
found the curious specimen of humanity
still ringing his bell as vigorously as ever.
Suddenly the little mans eyes met those of
the Senator. His face lighted up and he
ceased to ring his huge bell, allowing it to
hang idly from his right hand.
''Ha well, we'll, well, ha p cried he, ap-
preaching and peering up at Mr.. Jones from
under his shaggy eyebrows. "Well, well,
it must be Amt your name Jones? And
didn't you once mine at Whisky Flat, in
old Tuolumne ?''
sMy name is Jones, and once mined at
Whisky Flat ?'' said Mr.. Jones.
"Ha, well, well, thought SO. How are
you doingP / am Bill Smith. You must
remember me. used to work in the Bad
ger mines with the Bogers boy-Bill Smith,
not Extra Billy, though the boys used to
call me 'Stub-and- Twist You must re-
member Stub-and-Twist.2"
every very, very well indeed" said Mr..
Jones. "What are you doing here, Stub
by-you seem to be proprietore"
ayes, own the place. | am the pro-
prietor." !"
ssThen need not ask you how you are
doing. It is plain that you are doing well
that you are getting rich.
.Getting rich, Mr.. Jones Oh, no, am
not getting rioh.. Indeed, | am making
very little money"
"I can't see why you should not be all
most coming money" said Mr. Jones.
"The trains stop here for dinner and you
get a dollar a meal from the passengers.
You ought to be coming money"
ssOh, no, am not. Everything is 50
high up here in the mountains. All kinds
of provisions are rery dear up here.
ssThat may be, 2 said Mr.. Jones. "Still
can't see that you are out anything excepi
il may be tho wear and tear of your dinner
bell.''
s.John Jones, . yelled the little man, y We
seen the time when you didn't turn up youi
nose at pork and beans Il