The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-01-21
RUDE HOSPITALITY.

Jonathan OuilIdriver Writes Of
Startling Experience in the Back
woods.
We had Travelled all day, a doctor a.
lawyer, and myself, in trackless
forest.
About foot of snow covered the
ground. The day had been bitterly
cold and as the sun went down and
darkness came, the thermometer
dropped as low as mercury will 60
without freezing. We had almost
given up the idea of shelter for the
night when suddenly we came to the
log hut of q backwoods homestead.
A lank, fierce looking man was in the
yard splitting wood for the night. I
asked him ii we could get something
to eat. He chopped away for a mo-
ment without replying, picked up the
wood and started into the cabin. just
as he reached the door he drawled out:
II don't much like ter 'commodate
hunters, but reckon We can, if We can
put up with the brats en- the ole wom-
all, gosh she's a terror, I'll see that
We get some chuck how-some-ever
! Foller." We ''follered." A square box
| stove of the old district school model
| stood in the middle of the room. On.
a wire suspended above it, hung a
row OF odorons lumbermen's socks
and sitting back of it were five of the
dirtiest raggedest towheaded "brats'''
/ that l ever saw. In an adjoining room
| we could hear the "ole" woman pre-
pairing our :'chuck." Ere long
She poked her flemish face through
the door, opened her mouth, and in a
voice calculated to scare the appetites
from the party, she shrieked: ''Stuif's
all ready, gentlemans. Come, if you
want to eat. Haven't got mich, butts
no accommodations to me, your bein'
| here, nohow."
We went in and sat down. A rag
ged yellow dog lay under the table;
| the ''brats" came in one at a time and
made our repast pass off more quickly
| than it otherwise would have done.
| The cole woman finished her work
and as q signal to retire, wound the
clock, looking directly at us all the
time. You ken sleep on the floor by
tibet stove'
The light was extinenished and
as the 'tole woman, and the brats,
were not yet snoring, all was quiet.
Wewere whispering to each other con-
! corning our days walk, when tall
ghostly figure appeared in the door,
and the same voice that had called
us to supper Missed out, "If you felers
can't keep your blasted mouths,
closed, you can git. that's all! It's,
! great business, this here comm in %
house like our'n, full Of worlSln' peo--
pie who has to sleep, and maxim more
| noise than a pack OF dam hounds that
you are. now shet, or git ut oncc!!"'
| We shet.-Jonathan Quilldrivcr.
Al Fresco Dining In Paris
An American finds it hard to UNDER
stand the Partisan love OF eating in;
the open air. Infront of all the cafes are
little tables and chairs, sometimes
two or three rows deep. On % bright,
summer day it may be pleasant
enough to sit at one OF these ia bles, sip
ping ones wine or some light refresh
ment. But in the autumn it is hard to.
understand just where the bliss may
be in taking a hearty meal in the open
air in the very eyes Of everybody. The
fastmious, too, might find other OBJ.
jections to this strange Partisan Gus
tom. For example, L have noticed
bread and butter even exposed in
open distes on the tables, and one,
shoulders to think of the amount Of
dust which the diner must consume.
with his food. In front of the more,
fashionable cafes the loungers smoke.
and gossip; in front OF those of the.
poorer class the workman in his blue.
blouse, sits at his midday meal.
Women, also sit at the little tables
and drink their beer undisturbed by
the glances OF the passers- by. Den
yer Sun.