The Black range. (Robinson, Socorro County, N.M.) 1882-1897, 1883-03-23

fore yesterday at ST. Paul and went to
a hotel. l live about sixty miles west
OF st. Paul, and the travelling men put
up job to make me tired. There were
about a hundred of them showed in at
st. Paul, and I'll be darned if they
didn't keep us awake all night. They
knew we were bridal couple, and they
bribed the bell boys and porters to let
them act for them, and when we rung
the bell for the bell boy drummer for
Chicago cigar factory came in and
wanted to know what was wanted.
ordered pitcher of ice water. and a
Milwaukee drummer for grocery
house brought it in, and he looked at
my wife, who is bashful, and made her
feel real bad. didn't know they were
drummers until the next day, or
should have killed some of them. Irung
the bell for coal, and a travelling man
who posts railroad cards around, and
works up excitement, he came in and
fixed the fire, and he stayed and poked
it for half hour, and he had more gall
than ! ever see. He asked me so many
questions about how long we had been
married that l wanted to thump him,
but my wife said we didn't want any
row the first day we were married.
rung for a chambermaid to clean up
the room and bring towels, but it was
about half an hour before she came
and went down to the Office to see
about my trunk, and the chambermaid
stayed about half an hour and was very
interesting, and my wife said she was
real pleasant, affectionate sort of a
creature, and far above her station, and
tell you was mad when | found out
it was smooth-faced, handsome Jew
ish drummer for Milwaukee clothing
house who was IN with the gang and
he gave the maid So to loan him dress
so he could chambermaid. When my
wife told ME that the chambermaid
patted her OH the cheek. and said she
was the sweetest BRIDE that was ever
in the hotel, and asked for a kiss, and
my wife said she thought 1t would be
10 harm to kiss a poor chambermaid
and encourage her, l wanted to kill
him, and | went down to the Office the
next morning, but the smoothfaced
cuss had gone to Fargo. 1t was all the
landlord could do TO hold me. Well,
when we were at supper somebody got
into the room and put cracker crumbs
into our bed. and we found oil cloth
floor mat over the top of our sheet, cold
enough to freeze anybody. 1t was just
as bad down here on the sleeping Car,
and think half of the passengers on
the car were those same drummers that
were showed in. 1t was colder than
Alaska, and l would older extra blan-
kets and they would steal them. l had
more than twenty blankets put on my
bed, and in the morning there was
nothing but sheet over US. And
every time there was blanket spread
over us there was a different porter
put it on, and l think they were all
travelling men. Every little while
somebody would pull open the curtains
and sit down on my berth and begin
to pull off his boots, and would tell
him the berth was occupied, and that
lie must have made mistake, and he
would look around at us as innocent
as could be, and ask our pardon, and
60 out and damn the porter. Once ]
felt someone feeling about my bertl
and ! asked what was the matter. and
the fellow said he was looking for my
wifes shoes to black. Then about
every fifteen minutes the conductor
would open the curtains, and hold a
red lantern in and ask to see our tick
cts. l think they punched my ticket
sixty-fve times. Anyway it looked
like a plaster when l got up in the
morning. l think it was the travelling
men who was playing the conductor, but
l was sleepy and thought the best way
was TO let them punch it. Well, about
o'clock in the morning someone
punched us and said it was time to gel
up, and we would have breakfast In
fifteen minutes. And then we hustled
around and dressed the best we could
laying on our backs and kicking 0ul
clothes up in the air and catching them
on ourselves as they came down. got
my pants on wrong side before, and
lost everything out of my pockets, and
my wife lost her hair, and had to tie 0
handkerchief around her head, and
when we had our berth made up and sci
up till day light, and the porter found my
wifes hair and pinned it to the curtains
of 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 ht
travels for an Oshkosh carriage factory
Oh, never had such night, or tive
such nights in all my life, and what
want to know is, if | can be quiet here
and get little sleep. and not be an
noyed," The hotel man told him il
anybody came around to bother him