The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1890-10-14

Where they have corn. beef hash
Three times day.
Oh, how the boarders yell
Ween they hear the dinner bell;
Oh, how that hash does smell,
Over the way.
"Say! where you from!"
MET"
Eyes"
"Texas."
"What dye think this is-sort of q
provision storeY
provision store? No. Why?"
"How long since you had anything
to eatf"
Morning"
"What'd you eat them"
:Oh, right smart chance o
"Well, you look to me like you'd
been without anything to eat tor a
week, and you'd made up your mind
20 even up on me"
The first speaker was the proprietor
of the Goat House and bis companion
was q passenger who was en- route
from the st. Louis fair to his home
nineteen miles below Denison, Texas.
The old man had coddled the stranger
into investing two bits in such prov.
ender ss the Goat Houses regular
boarders were led on, and the stran-
ger had taken advantage of the guam
tity to make up for what the meal
lacked in quality. His manner plain
Iy indicated that he was hungry, and
that the very sight of one of the ham
sandwiches at JEFF City made his
teeth sharp as tacks. "You press the
the button" sssd he, not in words but
in the very rattle of his knife and
fork, 'sand Well do the rest" He
was doing nobly at clearing the plat.
ter when his mind was diverted by
the very direct question of bis host.
didn't you have any dinner?"
the hotel man asked, seeing bis guest
recovering from the momentary shock.
"Why?"
Was asleep when we passed the
git anything at the next stopping
place"
He made a grab at the only biscuit
left on the plate just as the fork of his
next neighbor, the chambermaid in a
horse restaurant, fastened into the
yielding crust.
SCOT any more of them ?" he asked,
pointing at the red-headed dining.
room girl, who was standing near the
railroad man, who holds the honor of
being the Oldest boarder and occupies
the only room in the house with
Brussels carpet on the floor.
"Ain't no more for you" she
snapped.
"You've eat more'n a quarters
worth of stuff already" said the land
lord. kicking at a black and white
cat that was just then passing.
"Say," said the Texan, eff you'll
give me all [ want to eat, I'll make it
80 cents and throw in this part of
twist of tobbaccer, hanged if / don't.
This tempting offer was the turning
point In mine hosts esteem, and he at
once formed a much better opinion of
the gentleman from the Lone Star
State. He not only ordered the girl
to bring in more biscuits, but actually
pumped pitcher of fresh water and
let the cat sit on the washstand. He
warmed up and began a spirited con-
yersation.
"Said you were fom Texas, didn't
vou?"
eyes, Grayson county,
"Lived there long" ]
"'Bout ten years."
"TeXas is sorter democratic state,
Amt it?"
eyes, bout two hundred thousand"
'fThat's heap o democrats air't
Et" |
''Purty good many"
"Ssy do you know Tom Mitchum ?"
the red-headed girl suddenly asked.
"No, who's he p
esHe's the-the-oh, what is he,
bid man p 1
"What ?"
"What is he anyway
"What is who ?"
"Wby, Tom Mitchum."
"He's the county clerk now, and
pes going to be again" !.
"Whats his politics 2" the stranger
|sked.
democratic from the sole of his
lead to the top of his foot, you bet.
lint no goin' back on rom
fitchum when you want to
nd raal suro onourb