Los Angeles daily herald., 1886-03-11

New High street erstwhile, and whc
was Of the party, seemed to care little
about retaining the Boston man and his
| bundles away from the Vaccinations oi
the smoking car. Mrs. John Mills hus'
band was also in the car, but he never
| was heard unless Mrs. John Mills al
/ dressed question to him. These were
always prefaced in blandest accents oy
/ the words, "Do you know John -!
| The last seen Of the typical carpet
1 baQRer was on the platform at one OF the
p! depots In converse with Chinanan.
| II was very much like q jug handlc-ail
on one side.
.Cbinamen smoke cigarsi'
A stolid stare-not a stony British
one--from the Celestial. -,
"Chinamsn smoke very big cigArsl
II thought Cinnamon smoke onl,
Compsssionate sneer on the part Of
John.
~ was in China once on ship. China
man averv dey give me plenty cigars"
Hare the Mongol evidently feared ths
affair might eliminate in violent at
tempt to become possessed OF the fra
erant n, weed and wisely turned away
| lfhe Hubite also gathered up his traps
nFolded his tent like the Arab.
And silently stole away
Would not apply here. ALI the same, hs
yanished-to "drop into poetry" again,
no. '.like the rainbow's lovely FORM"
BREAKFAST AT MoJAvE
On the down trip is always g pleasant
thing. 1t had humor as well as hunger
| for sauce last Monday. The humor was
all wrapped up in very portly figure Of
Q lady Of o certain age. She wanted
everything that wss not on the table.
But Of all her wants maple syrup sum.
med up the aeme Of all her woes. Maple
syrup doe not run from the cactus on
the fertile plains round Mojave. But
the bees suck honey from the
mountain sage. A cup Of this
amber and beautiful liquid was
offered to her. 1t acted not like tub
to whale. for that ia some little diver.
sion to the monster, but rather like .
red rag before the eyes of turkey
gobler. Whyl Well-how she did be-
rate place that would give you honey
when you asked for maple syrup. The
fellow who gave stone when asked for
bread was o philanthropist and q gentle.
mau compared to this indurated heart Of
adamant She called for potatoes. but
when they came they were too big, OF
too hot, or too mealy-thsre was some
thing wrong. She seemed at loss to
know what II was, and Of couse the rest
OF us did not clearly comprehend the
difficulty. Most of us were "compre-
hending" the "spuds" pretty clearly.
By the way. she comprehended . fair
supply Of them in spite Of all objec-
tions. At length plate of baked
beans, with their crisp sides all split,
laughing at the slice of bacon that lay
among them, was placed on the
table. She rose to the sublimity
of the occasion, and reaching from where
she stood on tiptoe across two or three
Of her Beighbors she seized the dish that
held the savory mess, and with cry of
delight, exclaimed: THAT Is the stuff
am waiting for" Good-by to visions Of
maple syrup.
"As the moonlight Ia to sunlight,
As the water is TO wine"
So 10 maple syrup to . steaming dish OF
beans and bacon. They stopped her
mouth for the rest OF the meal and even
after she left the table she was "too full
for utterance." 1t was cold day for
any one else who had mind to baked
beans and bacon at that table. Still all
were we'll satisfied, and one Of the guests
said: II thought the Msjave Hotel
would get to her heart before she got
away from the table. The house al
ways satisfies all that come, however
queer their tastes may be-"