Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1886-09-23
: HOLDING A SEAT.
An ESeursioniSt's Unhappy Experience.
Detroit Free Pl ess.

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"Will you be kind enough to watch my
seat here and allow no one to get into il
while go into the smoking-ca and take
smoker" asked the presumptious pas
senger in the opposite seat of me.
What else could do but to answer yes,
though / had started out on pleasure ex-
cursion, and this mans condescension
quite knocked all the pleasure out of the
trip at the beginning, and now tina. fatal
seat lay on my mind like last years debts
provided had some.
At the next station big man came in,
and spying the only vacant seat, pre-
empted il IN the spot and proceeded to
make himself comfortable. l sat a long
time considering how far my responsible
lity went, but | saw that | must do some
thing, so | mildly whispered to him that
the seat belonged to another, and he
where some ladies got aboard AS last
resort placed my new hat over in the
seat to preserve 1.-THE seat, not che hat
and two of the females sat down on the
hat. They die not appear to notice the
hat or probably thought it was the hustle
and began to make themselves at home.
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seat was occupied. They said of course
it was. | remarked that the owners hat
was under them, They obliterated me
with frown and got up the hat didn't
get up Its getup was gone. | tried to
straighten out the hat and felt sick; so
did the hat. | indulge inwardly in some
strengthy secular languase and soon a
tall, long haired fellow got aboard, whose
pantaloons were poceted into his boots TO
rest, and whose shirt yearned toward a
wash-tub, and took the fatal seat without
paying any attention to me waving him
away.
had to do it, though | shuddered |
walked to him and gently and politely
told him the seat belonged to another
man, when all of a sudden he jumped
up as if there was a tack in the seat and
gave a regular Comanche howl, as | sat
back into my seat, wishing there was
trap-door through the floor of the car.
This seat belongs to another, does it:
Where is the duffery Where are his symp-
toms? Nothing here. Where are his re
mains, his silk umbreller, his peanut shells
his tobacker spit, his chewing gum shoes,
his fur collar overcoat, his thirty-eight-
caliber yalise, and his eyeglass: Shoy
me, If you please, his assets his liabilities,
his heirs, administrators, or assigns!
Where is his mortgage, or his lien or
twenty years leasey | am Cross Eyed
Bill from Brazos and he parenthecized
the name with a couple of long -horn re-
volyersl. Are you the ozone, the canned
fruit man who i trying to preserve this
seat for the coming man or rising genera
tion:'
begged to prove an alibi, insanity, or
anything legal that was necessary or
would do any good, and begged him not
to mention 1t, when in came the former
occupant and asked the stranger shortly
to get out. The stranger got out, and
the owner of the seat began to fall all
over himself, to explore the ceiling with
his feet, to test the floor, to unhandle the
ueighboring seats and when the stranger
lad him gently down in the aisle and
spread HIM out comfortably to rest, and
recuperate and catch his breath, and get
his health back, and try to feel better,
and try to be easier, and wait for doc
tor and gather his senses, had time to
think that it was the right way for man
to toe served who will ask another to hold
his seat during his absence