The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1893-11-28
Return to Sedalia OF the Red.
Headed Dining Room
Girl.
She Renews Acquaintance on
the Platform and Salutes
Them as Friends.

This is Sedalia, amt it,"
''Yes, ma'am."
"And you are Mr.. Mont Carnes?"
yes"
Then guess you don't recollect
me-"
I'm sorry to say, ma'am, that if
ever / knew you, it was when YOU
were small girl, may be, and you've
grown handsomer and older"
''Oh, shet up! You men do beat
the deck palaverin' and soft sodderin'
us women"
Eyes, we like 'em, and don't hest
tate to say so.'
The first speaker, a short, rotund
woman, about % years old, ind with
fiery red hair, had just stepped from
the train from the south. She carried
in one hand a well-filled carpet bag Of
the ante-bullum days, tied round
about with a cotton cord. In the
other hand she carried large cage
containing a seedy looking, thinly
fea,hered green parrot.
The man to whom she addressed
the salutation recorded. i'm the first
paragraph herewith was none other
than our handsome and obliging depot
master, who makes no difference in
polite attention to red-headed emf
grants from Texas and the daughters
OF governors, secretaries of state
and deputy county clerks.
Darn a darned goat anyhow"
came in a shrill screach from the
cage as one of the hotel porters crowd
ed forward prepared to capture wo-
man, carpet-bag and parrot at one full
swoOp. al
''Stop yer fuss, We tarnal bOOger,
you !" the woman ssid as she gave the
cage shake that nearly dislodged its
green cOlored tenant.
Hotel, ma'am?"
"Nop."
SCOT any place to stop,"
''None o yer bushes"
BEG pardon, ma'am, but | suppos-
ed you wanter to go sOmewheres to
stay all night, seem, yOu'se stranger
in town., said the cOlored porter,
anxious to mollify the exasperated
traveller.
"Ill let you know I'm not no
stranger in town." she snapped. can
l don't want no niggers pesterin
round me, nohOw."
"Scuse me. Good evenin'."
Ibid you say you have friends
herey" asked Mr.. Carnes, willing to
help the woman all he could.
Il used ter have"
Where did they live?
"Why, right over there. The man
I knew used to keep the Goat -
Looking up. she saw the ruins Of
the late Hotel Geneva, Quilted by fire
some months ago.
"Land O Goshen an garter snakes!
when'd that happen! Jee whiz did
anybody git burnt up in it?"
The railroad official informed her
that, 90 far az he could CLEAN from
the report Of Chief Willis, no human
lives had been sacrificed to the fiery
god in the awful holocaust, but that,
may he, the loss Of life other than
human had been tremendous.
"Other than what ?"
"Human, ma'am."
Human
EYES, folks; you and !, for in
stance"
."Oh! Sure enough, there did use
to be a good many bed bugs and SIGH
about there, didn't there"
Il can't really say"
Nor"
There was a troubled look in the
weman's face as she saw the .tumbling
ruin and remembered how familiar
had been the little Office, the dark
wash room, the long dining-roOm,
where she had labored day after day.
and sung her familiar song. Ram,
lamb, sheep or mutton ?" into the ears
of the boardes; the guest
chambers, eight by twelve feet, on
the second floor, and the rag-carpeted
parlor, where she had entertained the
railroad brakeman 90 many evenings.
"Howd it happen!" she asked
again, wiping away q tear with the
back of her mitten.
II don't know, maam, Mr.. Carnes
replied.
"Reckon the old man didn't throw
the lamp at somebody and get the
thing afre!"
"No."
"Did the boarders git to fghtin'
and turn the dinin room stove over%
Mr.. Carnes was not sure about
that, nor did he know that there we're
ans, hoo rdeta