The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-01-26

"IIl show you a 8 right off. You
had nc more license to bust that trunk
than you had to bust my head. You
either come down or I'll begin pro
ceedings."
What will you dos"
I'm sue you the first thing to-mor-
row. I'll not only sue you, but I'll
garnishee your wages, I'll make it cost
you at least $50 to get out of it, even
if you don't have to pay for the
trunk"
He clustered and defed me, but
before 10 o'clock he came to the hotel
and offered me 81 to settle. 1 took a
written promise on his part to handle
all trunks with reasonable consideration
thereafter and closed the case. He ad-
mitted to me that he had probably
damaged 5000 trunks in his life, but
that no n had ever kicked before.
He didn't suppose a trunk owner had
the slightest legal right on earth, and
he didn't get over looking pale for a
| week.
The landlord of a New Jersey hotel
welcomed me with a smile and put me
in a room where I had no sooner gone
to bed than I was violently assaulted
by a flock of fierce and ungovernable
bugs, Isuppose it was their way and
they couldn't help it, but I sent for the
landlord and said:
"This bed is infested. l want to be
changed to another room"
Sorry, sir, but we are all full" he
replied.
was tacitly understood that l was to
have wholesome food and be able to
enjoy a nights rest. On my part, I
was to pay at the rate of 50. so per day,
in good and lawful money"
"Well9'
"Well, ahotel guest has legal rights.
He has a right to protect his life.
Here's a revolver and here's a box of
cartridges. Either change me to an
| other room, or Ill sit here and fire
every one of these bullets into that
bed!'
He changed me. He growled about
Kickers and acted put out, but next
day all the rooms on that floor were
properly inspected, and all travellers
for the next three months owed me a
debt of gratitude.
Thirty of us, men and women, were
dumped out on a platform at a railroad
junction in Illinois to wait twenty five
minutes for the other train. 1t was
cold and rainy. There was no fire in
the depot stove. There was only one
smoky old lamp to see by. The twenty
five minutes slipped away, but there
was no train. A quarter of an hour
later I raped at the ticket window.
The depot agent, was in and after a
long delay opened the sash.
lis the train late!" l asked.
"If it isn't on time then it's late, isn't
it2" he replied in a s~urly-manner.
"How late is the train9"
Il dunno"
"WelI, find Quit"
He slammed the sash down on nae,
but I knock until he raised it again
and demanded in an ugly voice what
in Davy Jones I wanted.
Il want to know about that train.
It's your business to ascertain and post
us. 1t makes a difference whether we
have to wait here one hour or three"
Ct don't take orders from passen-
gers!" he CURLY replied as he lowered
the sash ag"in.
Three minutes later the six of US
who had revolvers stood in line and
fired a volly into his house just above
his head. Up went the sash, and he
called:
"Wh-what is it9"
Its about that train!"
Its an hour and a half late!"
ooh! it is? What about the fret
Il dunno"
"Au ready, gentlemen! Take aim;
f."
Good heavens! but what do you
mean2" he shouted.
eve want you to build a fire.
Either come out or we continue
shOotingW
He came out and started a fire. He
also cleaned and lighted two lamps.
He also got US a pitcher and showed
US a barrel of new cider, and his
interest in our welfare was something
touching. He kept us posted on the
train every fifteen minutes until it
arrived, and it was plainly evident to
all that he had resolved to turn over a
new leaf
One night at a hotel in an Indiana
town the mosquitoes came into the
window in such clouds that l had to
get up and dress. Next morning said