The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1892-01-21
ALMOST BURIED IN cInpERs.

He Won the Bet. Got Fearfuily Dirty,
. but Didn't Get the Money After All.
He stood in the Grand Central station
tanning himself with his hat, and the
cinders on his bald head looked like pep
per on hard boiled egg Every square
inch of his short fat person was begrimed
and dirty.
ss'S'pose / look like Digger Indian
just dug" he remarked, putting his head
into the window at the bureau of infor-
nation, and letting his imitation leather
valise drop on the floor with a thud.
..Oh, well a little jagged, perhaps" re-
sponded the clerk politely.
No jag around me" said the dirty
tourist indignantly. 81 only got in ten
minutes ago. :"
ssSo?n
eyes. Haven't washed sence we left
Council Bluffs. Would you believe it?''
''Oh, yes"
"We had gay time, / tell yer"
i"How s that:' inquired the clerk.
well, you see, feller from South
Dakota opened the winder just in front
of me while after we had dlstarted and
the cinders come in like it was a hail
storm. didn't want to pear disobligin.
SO stood it fer three hours, and then i
leaned over to the South Dakota feller,
and says I, Little dusty, amt it?' 'Meb-
be- says he. Would you mind shuttin
down that winder fer spell?' says 1, as
perlite as you please. I find it very
annoyin.' 1 would mind, says he, and
if can stand it, I'll bet you can.' well,
if it's bet, you say says 1, I'm in it.
don't let no South Dakota feller bluff
me. I'll bet you fifty dollars, even
money, you'll weaken on that open win
der before do
He looked surprised, but he says, It's
a co.
'sWe put up the money with the con-
ductor, and he snuggled up to his winder
and behind, takin the dust sorter Sec
ond hand. At the end of the first twenty
| four hours we wasn't purity fer cent,
and / seed the other feller was squirmin
4 good deal. So when the train sto pped
fer dinner l sneaked out to the engineer
and gave him my last ten dollar bill, and
says 1 winkin, When you start up the
engine it'll be pertickler favor to me
if you won't screen back them cinders;
let sem flicker for two or three hours;
I just buzz out every cinder you've got
My coal, says he, winkin back, SIS
terrible soft and muddy today.
ssWell, sir, the next three hours was
awful. / never seed such smoke and
coal dust anywhere. The way that en-
! gine snorted and blowed and them Gin
ders ratified and pattered most scared the
passengers off the train. 1t actually
| seemed as though the screen business
had busted clean out of the smokestack
and let the coal blow through in chunks.
The dirt was so thick on my face you
could have wrote my name in it, but
! that feller from South Dakota he caught
them clnders right in the neck. He was
almost buried. There was cinders in
his hair, cinders in his mustache; they
worked down inside his collar; into his
vest pockets. And when he started to
brace up on chew blamed if he didn't
bite more cipders than tobacker About
then 1T came up to rain, and for an hour
/ that feller from South Dakota locked
like he was dredged up from mud
pond. When the rain stopped and he
was wipin down the mud, along come a
red hot cinder as big as a pea and lit on
! his beard. The brakeman helped him
put out the fire, but just then the train
| stopped and that feller riz up and says
he, 4 weaken, take the cash. and he
walked right off the train. Then all the
passengers congratulated me. They
said was dirty, but game"
$50 you got the money!" inquired the
clerk with some interest.
well that's the trouble rejoined the
/ dirty traveller. s.While was fixin the
engineer blamed if that onery cuss
wasn't goin me one better and fixin the
| conductor, and they froze to the cash
and skipped together. The trouble with
me is" added the griny traveller, gazing
out pensiyely at the Forty second street
hackmen, "that I'm too honorable and
confdin, always been SO. Say" he added
in a whisper, poking his dirty head in
the window, gimme a quarter fer a
wash, will yer.'-New York Tribune.
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At q certain station large nnantities of