The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1883-02-22
A White Barbarian.

A gentleman from HALEY, Idaho,
came to the Comstock the other day.
Having recently sold his claim he had
plenty of money and went in for style
plug hat and blue silk handkerchief
with one corner sticking out of the pock-
ct of his new diagonal coat. He walked
into the International, and when the
gong rang for dinner he sauntered into
the dining-room with the rest of the
fashionable throng. Everybody looked
at him, but he didn't mind it, and went
on eating the branded peaches while
waiting for his soup. When that came
he bent so far over his plate to suck it in
with the sound like the gurgle of bath
tub exhaust-pipe that his plug hat fell off
his head and rolled across the table
against the plate of an Eastern lady
tourist. With u grin of apology he half
rose, reached over and recovered it, and
placed it on the wel-oiled and recently
barbered head. He attacked the trout
with his fingers, and despised the use of
any other napkin than his mouth.
Pending the arrival of the beef, the gen.
tleman from Haley placed both elbows
on the table and surveyed the company
with great affability and self possession
as he converted his fork into a tooth
pick. Then he lifted his plug hat an inch
or two from his head and scratched the
same gently with hisfour- pronged tooth
pick. When engaged on the beef his
hat fell off again and rolled across to the
Eastern lady, who had grown pale.
Presently the gentleman from Idaho
had need of q handkerchief, and made
use of the only one which nature, and
probably Haley, provides. The plug
hat fell on the floor this time, and when
he had recovered and replaced it he sat
alone at the table. He looked with sur
prise at the guests jostling one another
to get out of the door.
"FireP" he asked of a transfixed
waiter.
"No," gasped the man.
"No! What's the row, then9''
"Had enough, | SUPPOSE" replied
the waiter, with whitening look.
"Mighty small eaters, pears to me,
and cussed queer manners about gitten'
outen room. Give us another chunk
o. beef-pooty fur from the horns, if yer
kim
Presently Landlord Hanak appeared
with colorless face and bullying eyes.
He walked rapidly up and touched the
arrival from HALEY on the shoulder.
"You seem to be having pretty good
time," said the landlord, refraining
from gnashing his teeth.
"Well, that's so, boss. You sit down
here and whack up bottle O. wine at
my expense. Oh, I've got a pocketful
of rocks, and don't you forget it. Say,
do you happen to know any likely gals
that's on the marry? Pm here on that
lay," and he grinned and once more
lifted his hat little and scratched his
head with his fork.
The landlord groaned and sat down
with a thud. Then he gazed determin-
edly at the Wood River fashionable, and
said with set teeth
"Do you know, my friend, what it
costs to stop at this houseP"
"No, an don't keer. I've got the
tin. But what's yer figure, jist fur
luckP"
"One-hundred- dollars--a-day."
The jaw of the gentleman from Idaho
dropped, and he fell back in his chair and
gazed in fear and wonder at the land
lord, who fixed him with his steady
eye. Then huskily, as he struggled to
an upright position on his chair, he
asked:
GLOW much mealP This is my
fust"
"Nothing for little lunch like this"
answered Hanak.
With long sigh of returning life the
flush marrying man from Haley got
his feet and made unseadly for the
door. fIe sat the remainder of the day
in the waiting-room of the depot with
his hand behind him as if on pistol,
and lied on the evening train.-Y irginta
Chronicle.