Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1881-02-02

at nome. Delnp IN DarrOOm ne con-
siders next to going to raising, and
that is next to going to town. He
likes going to any kind of a 'doings'
except to church; the mere sight of a
steeple gives him dismal sensation :;
but the talk about bulls pelts. about
'rasslers' that know the hip-lock, and
about a show where a man dances
with two other men hanging to the
hair of his head, enchants him.
The Iandlady's husband, a little, lea.
lazy, watery-eyed man, has a taste for
trading To hear his wife talk, you
would suppose he wastes a fortune
that way he did once buy a white po-
ny that turned out deaf He is dick
ering for pipe with man having Il
species OF whortleberry nose,-one of
those strange beings who get a living
by sitting in a bar-room without ever
having any money in their clothes :"
At the sticking point of the bargain
the landlord happens to remember his
wifi, and stops with, 'tain't wuth it,,
come to think
The travellers, in their fur caps,
coats and shoes, look like water ami
mails a. they leisurely remove their
| furs, on which the snow melts in the
hot bar-room air They are pleased to
exchange dangerous cold, darkness and
storm for comfortable rooms, company,
and good supper.
It's well have TOUCHED it through;
| Ike to have died of the cooking at
Cedarfalls,' says one.
Il would come far to this house for
bread and butter and water-cresses in
SUMNER says another.
Our tavern knocks the spots off any
tavern round, says Whortleberry-nose.
who put this poor, punky log on
the fire 2 asks one poor traveller, who
is so cold he can hardly become warm.
It's hotter than Tunket here now
there isn't hole in this bar-rooEl that
you could drive faxseed through with
q beetle asserts Steve, the hostler,
who attends to the fires.
Il say this log is as rotten as Sam
Hill. Put some more wood on, insists
the poor traveller.
You're froze up tight as BoZe out
side and in, niggin' along without any
greatcoat this weather. mutters Steve.
You'll be clipper after supper; you
won't be tewin' about the fire them
How much longer must we mosey
'round here before supper is ready p
inquiries the poor traveller.
1T begins to fogue up in the kitchen
now, though they are scant of hands
there replies Steve.
1t will get quick currying when it
is ready AYERS the poor traveller, who
thinks the rest are as hungry as him.
self
We are all on the quee V for sup
per- says a man in the corner.
1T will take the rag of. the bush
when it is done says be from Cedar
falls.
There won't be hooter of it left
when Pm done with it, reaffirms the
] poor traveller, growing hungrier every
second.
The poor traveller has brought q
piece of news You know that gang
of Irish at Ranger FIELDS Centre p
says he. 'The constable went TO take
one of them chaps last week, and he
went to his house, and he went up
stairs, and he caught him in bed and
he got up aud tackled him, and they
| ii and he fell down between the par
tition behind the stairs; and tother
he jumped out of window and run like
heater round the house, and be out
and arter him. ard he shot at him, and
he hain't been hrerd on sence'
who hain't ?'-'What's ,hat?' -
What is't 2 comes from all parts OF the
room and who disappeared ? asks the
Cedarfals man.
| He did. answers the poor traveller
We'll, that story is booster y up
speaks Steve, deri-vely grinning
Dry up y says the poor traveller in
low, terrible tone
Steve, you lay low there you're too
darned uppish, says the landlord.
Steve has much to depress and make
him grouty. Besides putting so many
horses out in the cold, his fingers are
half gnawed off by the sharp little
teeth of the landady's Grade Durham
calf, which he is teaching to drink milk
and which disgusts him by existing at
all at the wrong season and then the
landlord continually puts him down
They are beginning to despair of
any supper in this world, when, 'fel-
lows what do hear?' cries the poor
traveller 1t is Ann Smallhoof ring
ing the cracked supper-bell on the
porch IN the storm.
The landlord carves at side-table
and Miss Smallhoof serves the guests
deftly and silently. The landlady sits
aud pours the tea and the little maid
carries round the cups. The landlady
gives the seat opposite herself To one
of the engineers, man of the grand,
homely type, immensely large and line
ly proportioncd and very bald, with a
fringe Of neatly cut dark hair about his
head He has round. bulging eyes, a
pug nose, round chin, and II look of
naughty pride aud cap city. His COM
rade is beside him. and on either side
of them are the Melvines, Ford and
his boy, and the boarders and travel
lers to left and right. Ann Smallhoof
| is in her element She has an impu-
dent beauty, ,-brows black, straight and
meeting, lips composed in assurance,
and complexion that SHOWS cannot
blowzc nor suns scorch nor rains wash
Her hair is banged up and banged
down and pulIed and convoluted as if
she had turned her head inside out,
and she is dressed in her best bib and
tucker in honor of the Fords and Mel
vines. Ann is 'toI'ble smart girl
She takes a magazine, and has scrap
book full Of poetry cut from the coun-
try paper about The Sobbing Winds,
and containing adjnrations like