The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-03-09
HE wanted to know who sent me. I toll

uIu tut malu guy OF tnlS literary Danh Nat
fred me in there, and that when I'd go'
through shaking 9 leg I'd like some facts
about the layout. If he couldn't give 'em,
told him, he'd better get the secretary to hee
up pretty lively. or I'd give the whole outfit 8
deal in the paper that would make him think
every hair on his head a band Of music, and
all playing different tunes"
"And what did be say to that? e. inquired
the city editor, the CLEAN deepening ominous.
~.
ooh, he said he was q friend to the Eagle,
and would do what he could for me. / told
him he'd better hop right at it, and first ]
wanted to meet the gals. If he calculated to
hold the friendship of the Eagle, 7 said, he
didn't want to waste much funny business
before he had me humping around IN the
May. He said if I'd go up stairs and take
| off my hat and overcoat, he'd see me later
"Did you do it e. asked the city editor in a
| constrained tone.
mo. Isaid I wanted some grub first. So
be took me down in the front kitchen and
asked me if I liked boned turkey. I told him
I'd take a leg and some Of the breast. What
| do you think he gave me? Head-cheese! If
he didn't you can lick me. ! couldn't eat
that, and SO I asked him for a glass of beer
and a cheese sandwich. He said he had some
wine, SO / drank a bottle and put a couple in
my pockets
"What did you do then? 2" Intercepted the
city editor, lingering a length Of gas-pipe."
II went up to the parlor, and he said I'd
better take a description Of the scene before
| danced, and he gave me the names. Here
they are: Mary Monroe, red frock, white
sack, and hair punched Emma Latrobe,
yellow dress and high-heeled slippers; Ma
rion Willoughby, some kind of thin stuff,
white, and tied up with blue tape, and hair
frizzled: Jennie Murchison, black clothes
and q feather in her hair Ella Wexford, red
hair and gray suit Hat in front and stuck out
behind; Pauline Tresley-I tell you, boss,
she was q daisy. Bigger'n q tub and dressed
to the top branch. She had on a velvet out
fit a mile long, and sixteen rows of teeth on
her gloves. Her hair was a dead yellow, tied
up like a bun, and had a lot of vegetables in
it. Florence Ross, green dress, tipped with
check-rein Winnie Hammersly, white net
work with red streaks, walked with q limp,
and hair frescoed. That's all l got. There
was a lot Of old pelicans there, but I knew
you didn't care for them, and as for the men,
[ told 'em it would cost 'em a dollar apiece to
get in, and as they wouldn't put up | shaved
'em. I can state that they were 9 cheap lot,
who don't know any more about society than
a pig does of politics, and TIL teach 'em a
lesson. And, I say, we'd better give the
the chairman a rub. He didn't introduce me
to q solitary hen. Better say that he hasn't
paid bis gas bill for seven months, and that
day before yesterday his accounts were found
short. What do you think? 2"
"Got any more about the party p demand
ed the city editor rising slowly.
Nothing, only that the grub wasn't fit to
eat, though furnished by that popular caterer
MIR. T~raphagener. / told him I'd give him o
puff. You might say too that the whole
party was q dead failure on account of
the villainous treatment to which our new
reporter was subjected when heasked
for a handful Of cigars. Say, what have you
got for me to do tonight? p
"Not q thing!' yelled the city editor, as he
brought the gas pipe across the new repor-
ter's ear. "You internal reptile, don't you
know that was one Of the best houses in town
and the affair one of the finest of the season."
I'm going back to st. Paul." groaned the
new reporter. as he fell down stairs. IF
that's Brooklyn society, I'm going where they
have some style" and he struck off toward
the northwest largely afoot.
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