Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1886-11-25
NYE ON HIS TRAVELS.

"h "iibinH WHO ~ an ImItdilOD
hotel where the roads fork. l mil,
call it the Fifth Avenue hotel , ,ecsus,
the hotel at railroad junc'.. lion is gen.
orally called the Fifth , ,venue or tbt
Gem City House, or the Palace hotel
Stopped at an inn some vears since
ca''eu 'he faJ ce and l can truly say
tha' II II bad ever been palace il
was very much run down when | Wis.
tied it.
just as the fond parent of white
eyed, twO-Iegged freak of nature loves
to name his mentally diluted son Ma.
poleon, and for the same reason that
a prominent horse owner in Illinois
last year socked my name on tall,
buckskin colored colt that did not re-.
semble me, intellectually or physical
ly, a colt that did not know enough
to go round barbed wire fence, but
sought to sift himself through it into
an untimely grave, so this man has
named his sway-backed wigwam the
Fifth Avenue hotel.
1t is different from the Fifth Ave-
nue. in many ways. In the first place
there is not so much travel and bust.
ness in its neighborhood. AS I said
before, this is where two railroads
fork. In fact that is the leading in
dustry here. The growth of the town
is naturally slow, but it is a healthy
growth. There is nothing in the ma
ture of dangerous or wildcat specula-
tion il the advancement of this place,
and while there has been no noticeable
or rapid advance in the principal bust.
ness, there has been no falling off at
all and these roads are forking as
much to day as they did before the
war, while the same three men who
were present for the first glad moment
are still here to witness its opera
ton.
Sometimes train is derailed, as
the papers call it, and two or three
people have to remain over, as we
did, all night 1t is at such a time
that the Fifth Avenue hotel is the
scene of great excitement. A large
Goldfish with broad and sunny smile
and his bosom full Of rock salt, is tied
in the creek to freshen and fit himself
for the responsible position of floor
manager of the Goldfish ball.
A pale chambermaid wearing a
black jersey with large pores in it
through which she is gently percola.
ting now goes joyously up the stairs
to make the little postofflce lock box
rooms look ten times worse than they
ever did before. She MARBLES a low
refrain as she nimbly knocks loose
the venerable dust of centuries and
sets 1t afloat throughout the rooms
All is hustle about the house Espe.
c'ally the chambermaid. We were
put IN the guests chamber here. II
has an atrophied bed made up of pains
and counterpanes. This last remark
conveys to the reader the presence o
light, joyous feeling which is who'll,
assumed on my part.
The door of our room is full of hole
where locks have been wrenched Of
in order to let the coroner in. Las
night | could imagine that l was il
the act of meeting, personally, tn
famous people who have tried to sleel
here and who moaned through tn,
night and who died while waiting fol
the dawn.
The chambermaid is very versatile
and waits on the table while not en-
gagged in agitating the overworke,
mattresses and puny pillows upstalr,
In this way she impsrts the odor G
fried pork to the pillow cases and ker
osene to the pie.
She has wild, nervous and appre
hensive look in her eye as though sh
feared that some herculean CUES
might seize her in his great, stron
arms and bear her away to justic
OF the peace and marry her. She Ger
tainly cannot fully realize how thor
oughly secure she is from such ca
lamity. She is just as safe as sh
was forty years ago, when she prom
ised her aged mother that she woul
never elope with any one.
Still, she is sociable at times an
converses freely with me at table, 8
she leans over my shoulder, pensivel
brushing crumbs into my lap with