National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1884-09-27

lamb was venerable mutton, Tho beef had
died of old age, and tho corn was what
the horses had left; who took up small
portions of tho butter on their knives and
ostcntatiously smelt them, thereby turn
ing you against IL even when 1t was
good, as IL was occasionally.
Hardly less Objectionable did wo find
the professionally cheerful ones, who
poured down quarts Of the decoction
they called coffee. protesting to find 1t
delightful, and said they wore satisfied
with the simplest fare, when they had
Just poured all the cream on their own
oatmeal. There was the gusher, too, who
described to one of us her emotions when
left alone here last year, how looking
from tho omen fire TO the mountains she
was so overcome with the beauty of the
scene that she burst into loud sobs. Then
there was tho Henry Ward Beecherish
looking preacher, who won't by the
soubriquet Of Brigham Young owing to
tho fact that he was constantly followed
by train of female admirers who hung
upon every syllable that fell from his
lips, and adulated him to such degree
that it was embarrassing not to say
nauseating, to every one but himself
Across tho dining room we could hear
their chorus of painfully-solicitou in
Quiries every morning as to how the
"Dear doctor" had slept, and as TO his ap-
petite and his digestion and other un-
pleasantly personal subjects, aud suggest
ing all sorts Of remedies for all sorts of
symptoms, although no presented every
appearance of being in rude health.
A still moro painful interest hung
around tho gentleman, who was said by
his wife to always carry on his person q
card stating he was subject to falling
down dead suddenly. and that any peIson
returning this body to such a street aud
number would DO rewarded. We con-
stantly took him on long mountain
tramps with us, and every time we lost
him in the dense woods, as we did
frequently, would bo cheered by the hope
that now we would surely receive the
reward, but were invariably disappointed
by hearing his little cheerful tin whistle
in the distance. Another exasperating Z
person on our walks. was the young
woman with the ped ometer, who would
jog 1t up and down till it recorded a
tremendous number of miles, and we
would be SO disappointed on inquiring OF
reliable Oldest inhabitants to find we had
walked just one mile and three.quarters
Then there was tho group of ladies who
played letters patiently and perseveringly
who wrangled ceaselessly because they
were not allowed to take words coined
impulsively on the spur Of the moment
with view to using what letters were
available, or to introduce new aud start
ling methods of spelling unknown to the
most advanced dictionaries. Specially
abhorred by them and the whist players
was the professional conversationalist,
whose voice was the last sound you heard
when you went to bed at night and the
first when you woke up in the moTuing;
who wore large hoops and a dress hounced
up to the waist, and talked ia steady,
uninterrupted. monotopOus stream
usually laying her hand caressingly, but
firmly, on the arm lof any listener she
could capture. The worst of it was when
she had you in bSr clutches you were un.
comfortably conscious of the delighted
observation Of the rest of your crowd.
Then there was the man who always
charged us to be ready in good time, and
then kept us waiting in an impatient
and grumbling group hours and hour:
and hours. He said it was because W,
left him ell the arrangements 10 see to-
and he always had to engage the wagon
and gradually, by argument and entreaty
threats and expostulations, reduce the
price te something less than the entire
resources ofthe whole party and negotiate
for the lunch and see that the dishes
were packed and the wraps put in, and
everything else attended to. while all
that we did was to stand around and say
"Where in the world is Mr.. Smith? We
always have to wait for Mr.. Smith"
All these persons have left, one by one
and we discuss them freely, sustained
and soothed by an nnfaltering trust that
there will be no one left to discuss vi
whom we go, except Ma and Pa Haines
aud to them we are mortifyingly devoid o
individuality, being all simply so man.
''boarders." They do not even know ou
names, except by reference to the regis
ter, but allude to us always as "a bearde
from Washington" some boarders from
New York." &c.. and there is no circum
stance which could possibly make then
take any further interest in US after W
leave unless we have gone without payin
our bills. ELISE HATHAWAY.