The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-07-13
AN AWFUL PLACE.
That's What Mr.. Rufus Thinks of
New York City.

1t was not very often that Mr.. Rufus
gave himself a holiday; his business
demanded his time, and he was very
devoted family man. But the time
came. as it does to most over-busy men,
when the family doctor looked solemn,
and said to Mr.. Rufus:
''My dear friend, you must take a
little rest-you really must. A holiday
will do you all the good in the world. "
What shall do with holiday"
replied Mr.. Rufus.
go down to the city and enjoy your
self for week; see the sights, and
have Turkish bath or two, and you'll
come back another man," said the doc
tor. 81 don't want to have you on my
hands; Mrs. Rufus doesn't want to
nurse you'll tell you that"
Every body liked the doctor for his
affable manners, and his pleasant way
of talking. Mrs. Rufus smiled and
shook her head; Mr.. Rufus laughed
and promised to take his holiday.
Il suppose ought to rest myself"
he said; land I'll take a fortnight.
Cousin Barker can go into the Office
while I'm gone"
Il shall be unhappy while you are
gone" said Mrs. Rufus. II shall miss
you, and l do wish it was so that l
could go, too; but Tn very well. Have
real good time, Job, and don't hurry
home; and promise me you'll take the
Turkish baths right away"
For several days the whole family,
servants included, were busy, doing up
linen, ironing silk cravats, seeing to
buttons, packing trunk and a port
manteau, seeing that Mp. Rufus had
pins on pin-cushion, plenty of cologne
for his handkerchief, his night-caps
and his little prayer-book. Had he
been going to desert island he could
not have been more carefully provided
with every thing; and although Mr..
Rufus was wealthy man, well up in
the topics of the day, and not past his
prime, it was now fifteen years since
he had left his native town.
At last the hour came. Wife and
children went with him to the depot.
He jumped into the train, and flew
away. There was sense of adventure
and freedom about this sort of thing,
to be sure; but as the platform receded
into the distance, and the well-known
forms of his family became so many
small blurs. he put his ecru silk ker-
chief to his eyes, and felt desolate.
However, I'm going for their sake, ~
said to himself. II don't want to break
down at fifty, as SO many men do"
Then he got up and went into the
smoking car, and there fell into con-
versation with person of dreadfully
communistic views, who wanted to
have all the rich mems property di-
vided equally amongst the poor. The
rich men to have none, Ito show EN-, u
the communist said, show it felt;' and
was so completely Mortified that his
journey ended before he thought it hall
over. He was in New fork, and amidst
bowling band of cab-men and porters.
He was dragged into vehicle, and
saw his trunk strapped on behind, and
his portmanteau on the seat opposite
him.
Where to, sirp" yelled the cabman
at the door; and conscious that he was
little old-fashioned in his ideas, Mr..
Rufus faltered out:
"Oh-ah-well, really, what do you
consider the best hotel?"
Sure, there's no better than the
O'Dowd House, SIR" cried the cabman,
remembering, with all the warmth o.
Irish friendship, cousin who kept q
small hotel somewhere near the docks.
NO better anywhere.
Every well, drive me there" said
Mr.. Rufus.
I'm afraid New York is a very nasty
place." he, sighed, shifting the odor Of
the garbage boxes as they drove along,
and looking out at the dingy tenement
houses just lighting up through the
d. SIX. 'And, dear me, this isn't what
the Aston House used to be, he sighed