Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1893-01-14

miserable until the price is set and maid
down in hand, for they will not tristyou
with the sum until morning, lest your
appearance belle your ability To- nav.
but the luguhrious transaction once
settled, aud a few sous scattered amony
the children, which are Immediately
snatched away and hidden In he
farmers strong box, the atmosphere
suddenly changes. You are The puest
now. All the inn.keepinp politeness
suavity and attention Of Paris itself are
yours, and until YOU leave, every soul in
the cottage puts every other duty aside
to minister unto your wants and com.
fort.
There is glib-tongued raven. the
pride Of a certain otherwise delightful
old-iashioned inn beside Covent Gar
den, London, much frequented hy
Americans, against which many OF us
VINO have suffered from its iil-timcd
sperrulailons and maledclions possess
feelings Tar from benign aud friendly
character.
The morning after my first arrival at
this hostelry, ! wished to take an early
tram for Brighton, and as no one, save
co,temongers aud market por,Crs, is
asllr IN London before eight or nine
O'Clock, | was compgllcd to awaken and
get away without the pleasant formality
ol being called Anxious to not miss
my train, ! hastily descended to the
olhce'lloor. Here ! found the street.
door hiar, but the dining.roum, the
oliice, the reading-room and apparently
all the minor offices were still closed and
dark, aud no servant whatever could
then be summoned hy call OF voice or
bell
The idea OF leaving the hotel without
reporting the fact worried me. | began
tlp,oclng about In quest Of somebody.
This OF itself impeIlud feeling of guilt
ami dread. was late. but il occurred to
me that must take along my umbrella.
II stood with others 10 the great hallway
leading 10 the diuing.room. ! somehow
felt like criminal when approaching
that umbrella stand. fairly trembled
lest some suddenly appearing employee
should pounce upon me when in the act
OF absirarting my own umbrella.
Scarcely had got a firm hold of the
handle when this fairly shriekcd demand
rang out beside me-
Who are tOH'-who are you2-who
are IOU3'
lchabod Crane when pursued by the
Hcldless llorseman never ilcw over old
Pocanlico bridge faster than, startled
and dismlyed, plunged out Of the place
and into the clutches Of n Southampton
street police officer Explanations iul-
lowed, missed my train, but was
formally introduced to the gleciuly
malignant raven whose station was in
the hallway where at night It's cage was
covered with some travellers han ly rug
That Is strange pruciple OF human
nature which finds mitigation Of our
own humiliation In the embarrassment
oi others, but the SINE evening / almost
forgayc the vicious bird Tor selecting as
another victim one Of those particularly
aggr5yatIng American females who
prauce an scold about the world ms pro.
iessiunal "agitators.' The lady was big
and broad and pompous-a familiar
figure, am told, in the New England
States. Wherever She moved she pro-
ceeded in a series OF stately pauscs and
snorts, as il to say: 81 pause that you
may have opportunity to fully realize
who ami"
She was passing in this manner
through the hallway TO the dining room.
The raven was evidently impressed and
curious. He promptly shouted, almost
in her ears.
"Who are yoR'--who are You3-who
are YOUl'
The agiiator was agitated. Trembling