Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-08-09
HE FELT GOOD.

Bony had just opened up the Corner
the other morning, and the rays OF the
rising sun were gliding the back door
with picturesque effects, when II stranger
darkened the front entrsnce. He was
ragged and unkempt; his hair had known
no bni ber for months ; his beard no delt
strike of the razor, nor his clothes the
tailor's art. There was an admixture of
coal and alkali dust about his person that
suggested coal burner just off from
tramp among the hills. That was his
correct character. He had been in the
mountains for six months, longed tor a
little recreation, had taken check on
Paxton Il Co. for his seasons work, and
was armed with a 5000 check, but not
cent in ready cash. He stepped inside
brskly, halted in front of the mirror,
took a prolonged survey of his person, and
edged up to Bony, who was watching the
fellows actions with some amusement.
The latter opened the conversation with
IL say, barkeeper, l look rough, don't
! ?"
"Y OH do" was the reply.
"BOt l feel good" he continued. and
then he explained to Bony the circum-
stances, hirting something about cock
tail.
Bony set 'em up tho man drained the
glass at a swallow, took turn down the
room and back to the front Of the mirror,
indulging in another extensive look at his
makeup, and again said:
81 look rough, don't ?"
"You can pile up your wealth on the
proposition" returned Bony.
"But feel good" he reiterated, as he
took half dozen jig steps, and sang n
strain of "Grasshopper on Sweet Pota,
to Vine" whistled vigorously, "Gal on
n Log" and brought up in front of the
glass for q third time. "Can't you stand
another of those invigorators ?" he asked
as he gazed at himself from head to foot.
Bony was good natured, and Fixed up a
large sized dose, as his customer repeated
the question
81 look rough, don't l ?"
TITS gospel truth your shouting"
was Bony's answering statement.
"But l feel good, you bet," reasserted
this singular individual, and he danced
out and down the street, his merry whistle
sounding out most chee' lily on the morn
ing air.
About ten o'clock a clean shaved, ele-
gantly clothed, handsome looking man
sauntered in, found BOny at his post,
threw down n twenty y-dollar piece, one Of
pocketful, called the house up to drink.
and sang out:
"Say, barkeeper. don't look as rough
MS did, do ?" Bony was forced to nd
nit that there was transformation
And | feel good, you bet" He never
lett the saloon until he had treated the
twenty dollars out. Then he disappeared
and was seen no more during the day.
At daylight this morning the sembance
of man again invaded the Corner, and
with II slow, hes stating step ranged up in
front Of the mirror. He was sight, in
deed. Eyes black and swollen, nose
turned three points to the southeast, with
a curve downward, POI ton OF one ear
gone, three front teeth missing, clothing
torn in strips and stained with blood, and
in fact the general appearance of a man
who had called at a hu,dy house and
mentioned to the boss that he was liar.
He gazed at the reflection in the mir
ror and hoarsely calculated
"Loek rough, don't ?"
Buny was willing to swear to the fact.
I've been on n jamboree, have. I've
had my fun, lots of it, ANTI? Cost me
six hundred dollars, and IN ready to go
to the hills, / am. You couldn't give a
felier bottle of whisky, could you p
Bony could, and did. He took swig
out Of the bottle, a glance in the glass,
and said
"I've had a hell of time F; look
rough, | do but you bet feel good !"
and away he went for his camp in the
mountains Bodie NeaDS.