The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-03-22

door, and / got up, and the watch
man was there, and he said he
: wanted to point out to me the fire.
escape so I could get out in case
of fire, and l went out into the hall
j and he took me away out into the
! end Of the building to show it to
me, and while / was looking out of
the window my wife came running
down the hall and begging me to
! save her. / asked her what was
the matter, and she said as soon as
I went out a man that looked like
! a porter came in the room and told
! her to fly, and save herself, and to
follow her husband. She felt aw-
full when she found there was no
trouble, and got back into our
, room half froze. I have got them
fellows down fine. The fellow who
called me out to look at the fire.
escape is a drummer for Phila-
delphia millinery house, and the
/ one that scared my wife out of her
wits travels for a hearse factory at
Rochester, N. Y. My wife says
she would know him, because he
has big gray moustache and wears
a diamond collar-button in his
shirt. She said she thought he was
pretty stylish for a porter at the
time. They woke US up several
times in the night to tell US what
to do in case we were sick, and in
the morning, before we were up, a
waiter brought up our breakfast.
He said the landlord sent it up,
and he just stood around until we
had to sit up in bed and eat break
fast. I thought at the time that it
was kind in the landlord to send up
our breakfast, but when I found that
the waiter who brought it up was a
travelling man for a reaper factory
at Rockford, and remembered how
darned impudent he looked at my
wife, I could have murdered him,
but the clerk said he has gone to
Winnepeg.
at was just about as bad COM
ing down here on the sleeping car,
and 1 think half the passengers on
the car were those same drummers
that were showed in. 1t was colder
than Alaska, and I would order
extra blankets, and they would
steal them. I had more than twen-
ty blankets put on the bed, and in
the morning there was nothing but
a sheet over us. And every time
there was a blanket spread over us
there was a different porter put it
on, and / think they were all travel
ing men. Every little while some
body would pull open the curtain
and sit down on my berth and
begin to pull off his boots, and l
would tell him the berth was occu-
pied and that he must have made a
mistake, and he would look around
at us as innocent as could be and
ask our pardon and then 60 out and
damn the porter. Once I felt some
body feeling about my berth and l
asked what was the matter, and the
fellow said he was looking for my
wife's shoes to black. Then about
every fifteen minutes the conduc-
tor would open the curtains and
hold a red lantern in and ask for
our ticket. I think they punched
my ticket sixty-fve times. Any
way it looked like a porous plaster
when I got up in the morning. l
think it was the travelling men who
were playing conductor, but was
sleepy and I thought the best way
was to let them punch it. Well,
about 8 o'clock in the morning
somebody punched us and said it
was time to get up, as all the pas
sengers were up, and we would
have breakfast in fifteen minutes
And then we hustled around and
got dressed the best we could, lay.
ing on our backs and kicking our
clothes up in air and catching them
on ourselves when they came down,
I got my pants on wrong side be-
fore and lost everything out of my
pockets, and my wife lost her hair
and had to tie a handkerchief
around her head, and then we had
our berths made up and sat up till
daylight, and the porter found my
wife's hair and pinned it to the
curtains of a berth occupied by a
preacher from Oshkosh, and he
kicked and got mad and talked
about it and wondered how it came
there, and he swore about it, and l
think he travels for an Oshkosh