Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1893-04-21
FEMININE GUESTS AT HOTELS.
Their Troublesome CaPrfces and Undeslr
able Things They Don't Do.

Their troublesome Caprices and Undesir
able Things They Don't Do.
A woman at a hotel is like live
wire on q frolic or a runaway horse
at funeral She can give and coun-
termand more orders in Is minutes
after her trunks come up than
man could think Of in a week. She
writes half a dozen letters a day,
using three or four sheets of the hotel
paper in each one, and calls up bell
boy to mail each one separately. She
puts all sorts of things in the safe,
and no one minds that so mnch as
the things she doesn't put there, but
is perfectly sure she did. Of course
she finds them up stairs under the
pillow and apologies so prettily one
can't help but be glad she made the
mistake
She never makes out wash list, but
she knows" exactly what she had,
and one pair hasn't been returned.
She keeps the ponderous bell boy
promenading up and down stairs all
day with roses and cards, parcels
and messages and never remembers
to tip him, but it is good for his di-
gestion, makes him earn his wages
and teaches him the philosophy of
life. She sends down word to know
Just when the 5 o'clock train goes
out and what time the o'clock linn
tied gets in. but she doesn't come
home reeling in after the play to find
out who she is or where she is at
any way. She will tack up photo
graphs on the wall, but she doesn't
go to bed with her boots on.
She expects the chambermaid to
clean her gowns and pack her trunks,
but she doesn't set the sheets on fire
smoking in bed or break the mirrors
with her umbrella and play football
with the furniture, even in her fun
NEST moods. She wants no end of
extra towels, but she doesn't polish
her boots with them. OF course she
doesn't eat as much or drink as
much or spend as much money as
man, but she can mako things more
lively with her cards and callers, the
people she is in" to and the people
she is tout" to, than a house full of
men.
She wants to live all over the house,
and why not2 A pretty woman read
ing in a parlor, or waiting on a hall
seat or scribbling letters in her queer
angular hand at the writing table is
ever so much moro interesting an
attraction than a barrel of 'brico
break, a potted palm or a jardiniere
full of flowers. Ever since the days
of the garden eviction men have fol
lowed where women have led, and
the hotel where women most do con-
gregate is sure to have a generous
following of men. Indeed it is a
question if a pretty woman that Will
sit around in stained glass attitude
and a handsome gown ought not to
have special rates if she isn't paid a
salary.
There is one thing a woman will do
every time, and that is insist that
there is something wrong about her
bill She knows" just what she has
had and is sure there is mistake,
and you have charged her too much;
but, bless her heart, she always pays.
Sunshine isn't surer in June than
woman's honesty. She never is so
dead broke" at the end of the trip
that she has to pawn her things or
give security on her trunks. And if
you do succeed in pleasing her she
will tell every one from here to the
Golden Gate that your hotel is the
only decent place in town. A drum
mer working on commission and Civ
ing his whole time to it can't work
up half the custom that one well
suited woman will send you if you
humor her little caprices, serve her
dainty little dishes of nothing sweet
ened and tied up with bows and fix
up her bill SO that you can afford to
discount it a bit when she leaves
New York Sun.
A Business VagabOnd.
A very dirty and bedraggled speci-