The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1880-01-28
The Kindly BOnifaoe.
From an Exchange.

From an Exchange.
A good story is told at the expense
of the proprietor of one OF our lead
ing hotels, during the war. At that
time the railroads were doing an
enormous business, and passenger
trains left the city as early as four or
five o'clock 10 the morning. For the
accommodation of those who wanted
to go out on these trains the hotels
got up what they called RAILROAD
breakfast" before the regular meal
The proprietor in question was &C
customed TO rise at halfpast four to
"rattle up" the sleeping servants, and
see that the guests who departed on
the early trains were properly attend
ed to, scoop in the bills and get them
started.
One morning, on coming down to
the Office, as usual, he found, among
others on the call list, Groom g." to
be called for the 5:45 Michigan Gen.
trail train.
Accordingly, about quarter to 5
he sent up bell-boy to awaken the
occupant of the room. After wait.
ing little while and finding that the
man did not come down he sent the
boy up again, but with no better sue
cess.
In the meantime he got after the
cook with "sharp stick" and had
everything ready and red-hot. See
ing that it lacked but a few minutes
of train time, and he must get his
man started at once or he would be
left, mine host told another bell-boy
to run and wake the fellow up at all
hazards and tell him that breakfast
was ready. The cry of breakfast
quickly aroused the troublesome
sleeper, and in a minute he came
tearing down stairs, buttoning his
clothes as he ran. The minute he
reached the Office the landlord
grabbed him and rushed him into the
dining-room, and told him that he
hadn't but few minutes to eat and
get out, and to 60 to work quick.
His breakfast was slammed down on
the table; beetsteak, quail, potatoes,
buckwheat cakes, coffee, ETC., all just
off the fire and smoking hot. "Go
to work Go to work I" cried the
landlord. you've only few min
utes to spare" al
"Oh, everything's so hot, and the
coffee is boiling" expostulated the
guest, who was countryman.
"Oh, go to work Pitch in ! Cob
BILE it down Ill put sugar in your
coffee and butter your cakes. Hurry
up Hurry upl The time is going
fart !" retorted the landlord; and he
dumped the milk and sugar into the
steaming coffee, and buttered a
mammoth pile Of cakes, and pouring
singing hot syrup over them, all the
time encouraging his man on with,
"Pile in J Put In your best ticks
The time is most up!" etc. The man
ate like an OK; meat, quail, potatoes
and coffee went like st. Julien: he
poured down the steaming coffee and
piled in the cakes two stories biob.
while his eyes stuck out like door
knobs, and the sweat run off his face
and hands and down his shirts like
an eruption of Mount Vesuyius.
~ With his last bite the landlord
grabbed him again; rammed him
through the door and into the Office
lammed his hat on his head; told
him how much his bill was, SO that he
could be getting out his money: and
had the bell-boy bring out his valise
and with perspiration and fear burst.
ing from every pour in the poor fell.
lows body, told him to spread him.
self full size, and asked him if he had
his baggage checked, as it was onlv