The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-12-30
Jim TOland, o. Vegas.

Last evening about seven O'Clock a
man staggered into fashionable res
taurant on Sixth Street, and seating HIM
self at table, shouted to a waiter:
''Gimme a steak and smother it with
onions. | want to eat.n The man wore
a broad-brimmed white SLOUGH hat,
red wooden shirt, brown canvas trousers
and a great wooden knit comforter around
his neck. He sat at the table with his
hat on, and from his unsteady, swaying
figure it was quite clear that the gentle
man had made frequent haltS on his way
from the Union Depot. Gimme a
steak; dye hear?' he shouted to the re-,
luctant waiter, "and L don't want to
wait till its druv in on the hoof neither,
dye understand? And | want them
onions brown, dye understand?
''Shall | take your hat, sir?" asked
the waiter
"Naw, you needn't take my hat.
Safest place for my hat is on my head
Gimme that steak quick, Mebbe yer
don't know who am. I'm Jim Toland,
O Vegas, and jim Toland' $ allus heeled,
d. We understand"
- Here the waiter retired; but at a
sign from the proprietor went to the
counter Then he again approached
Mr.. Toland so Vegas"
Price of steak and onions is $3.50,
sir, in this house-the proprietor SAYS"
added the waiter, hesitatinglv,
II don't care what it is, said the
gentleman from New Mexico. Gimme
it mighty quick. My name is Jim To-
land, o. Vegas, an if that grub amt
here soon therc'll be music in this She
bang. You hear me talllin' to you.
Jim Toland's alters heeled-yOu mnd?"
" WHATS the matter here?" asked the
stalwart proprietor, as he advanced
quietly toward the table. whats all
this noise about? And if you want a
meal in this house you must take off your
hat. We don't allow people to sit at
our tables with their hats on.'
Mr.. Toland 60 Vegas seemed par
alyzed with aStoniShment at such a de-
mand. He glared at the proprietor and
then sneeringly asked: "Who the deuce
are you?'
"l'm the proprietor of this place, - was
the reply, land want you to behave
yourself or get out. Fact is, | want you
to get out anyhow. You're not our kind
of customer. Never mind that order,
waiter. Here, you Go the gentleman
from Las Vegas leave.n
At this point Mr.. Toland lowered his
voice, and with the look of one who was
about to inpart dumbfounding secret
he leaned on the table and said: 81 say,
mister, you don't seem to know who |
am. I'm Jim Toland, O. Vegas, an |
alters 90 heeled. [ come up here with q
carload O steers, and I'm on time.
You mustn't fool with jim Toland, mis-
ter, or II cut yer ears off an plaster EN-
agin the wall; dye understand? Waiter,
gimme that steak. I'd like to see the
hash-slinger as III give cheek to Jim
Toland. Here you" to the thoroughly
scared waiter, gimme that -" In
the flash of an eye the chair came out
from under the gentleman and something
struck the floor with q dull thud." 1t
was Mr. Toland, O Vegas. The same
instant the stawart proprietor had him
by the collar with vise-like grip. Open
the door," he said to "a waiter, ''well
dispose Of this fellow mighty quick"
The gentleman from Vegas tried to
struggle, but the steel grip and twist
choked him and nearly started his eye
balls. Once in the door the proprietor
lifted his right foot and with one mighty
effort he planted a No. 10 boot with the
force of a pile-driver where it would do
the most good, and Mr.. Toand came
down on the sidewalk with a jar that
made the gas-lamps jingle. While the
gentleman from Vegas was gathering
his scattered senses it seemed to his
dazed vision as if all the stars in the fir
mament had concentrated into one
mighty comet, and that comet had in
the neighborhood of seventeen tails.
When Mr. Toland recovered himself he
still proclaimed that he was "heeled,"
but had forgotten about his beefsteak and
onions.-.St. L0Nis Globe Democrat.