Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-08-15
Mind Your Own Business.

way from the depot to the Sherman
House, arriving there cold and hungry.
After depositing his name on the hotel
register and presenting his trunk checks
to the porter, he sought out the warm
est place in the caravansary to await
the sounding of the breakfast gong
Ihe temperature of the all-night es-
tabllshment underneath the office was
at summer heat, and the victim of
frost bites sought it, and for awhile
hugged the sheet iron stove with an af-
fection characteristic of one who had
married widow. Under invigorating
influences, our hero soon became him
self again, and he began to take sur
vey of the establishment.
The member of the bar" was busily
engaged in compounding certain mix
lures for party of gentlemen who
were passing away the night in the
laudable occupation known to other
hackdrivers as ''poker." They occu-
pied small room, shut out from the
gaze of the idle multitude by door,
the greater part of which was glass,
which swung either way, as might be
desired.
The hero after many attempts sue
ceeded in obtaining position from
which he could view the game. and at
last became SO interested that he soon
found himself inside the room near the
door, and to the left of muscular in
dividual whose language and facial ex-
preston bespoke man who had lost
greater part of his money.
The hero watched the game, and the
e.
to another with intense interest. In or
der to retrieve the amount he had lost,
the big, brawny individual resorted to
trickery and was successful in his eff
forts, and soon would have been even
with the game had it not been for the
stupidity of our hero, who in all inno-
cence picked up card that the man
had purposely dropped upon the floor
to avoid detection. and evidence of his
guilt.
Four seconds was the interval from
the time our hero laid the card upon
the table, to time that the barkeeper
raised the bruised and bleeding form
of our hero from the floor twenty
feet from the place where he original
ly stood.
my boy, said the mixologist, "what
happened you?"
"Not knowing, | cannot say" re-
piled our hero in a feeble voice.
The question was answered by a
| friend who had been witness to the
scene, and who saw our hero rush mad
| ly through the glass door to the room
beyond.
my boy" said the tender-hearted
vender of spirituous liquors. Il am
sorry for you, and | am glad your in
juries are no worse than they are, but
the lesson taught you this morning
will undoubtedly be remembered.
Now remember what | say, for you
are young and it may save YOU a deal
of trouble in the future. No matter
where you are, under any and all cir
cumstance, be sure and mind your
own business"
Our hero promised that he would do
so, and through life, thus far, he has
ever remembered the Injunction and
to-day, person might drop a whole
pack of cards in his presence and he
would not pick one of them up.
| Much of the trouble in this world
could be avoided, if a certain class of
meddlers would mind their own affairs
and not interfere with things that do
not belong them. When this class of
people are no longer among the ma
tions OF the earth, and are confined to
the narrow and windowless palace of
rest that common decency permits US
to give them, the people who remain
will be far happier and this world will
be more desirable place to live in
PretzeES IFceb}V.
Polly Spoiled the Prayer.
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