The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1895-01-08

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assuaged with all the resources 0
border art
Roylston said I was prejudiced
that nobody ever died in town; tina
people sometimes evaporated, bley
away or were mysteriously withere
up and waited into Muscat county
but that natural death had neve
occurred in the history of The place
] grew to admire the cheerful
jaunty fellow making a newspape
out in this lonely corner of creatio,
which passing English lord, on hi
way to chihuahua to look after hi
cattle ranch, had informed me in OK
tremely low tones was the domdes
slice of inferno outside of Hindia'
he had seen. Roylston published thi
paper on Saturdays, when the Office
would be filled with subscriber.
watching the peon turn the crank o.
the press, and as fast as the sheet:
were off seize on the paper and com
ment profanely on each and every
item.
Roylston swung a free pen, and
His Dudley Nibs let out severely al
times in his comments on men and
things. Of happening at Jake
Thoms' place he wrote one day:
Our enterprising townsman, Jacob
Thoms, Esq, may be good enough
representative of southern chivalry,
but he should not pluck mere kids.
Rather, for the good name of the
town, he should confine his efforts
to relieving wandering me luds' and
tenderfoots of their superfuous cash.
We pen these lines more in sorrow
than in anger, for we love our Jake
as we do our own ribs, and, taking
liberty of an old friend, make this
suggestion to guide him in the flu
ture.
recall that Jake was standing IL
the crowd in the little Office when
some one in the crowd, in falsetto
voice, read out the paragraph and
said sharply: well, Jake, this is
serious. You've got to take it up
with His Dudley Nibs.
Jacob Thoms, Esq, stroked his
long sandy mustache and replied:
We'll, now, / don't think the editor
has gone too far. We've got to have
somebody remind us now and then
that the towns name must be kept
up, like as if it was Filadelfy itself.
The langwige suits me down to the
ground, and the paper says, I'VE pen
these lines more in sorrow than in
anger. That's what call real gen.
tlemanly, and If any one here thinks
it ism let's step out into the alley"
There was no further complaint.
Once Roylston "called down" old
Poppendyke himself in these terms
Although our town may not yet
boast a first class hotel, such as we
hope to secure some day, still it is
incumbent on the proprietor of the
only place of public entertainment
we have to preserve order and pre-
vent DULLES of the sort our Mex |
lean friends call three for a quar-
ter from insulting travellers. Yes
terday there was a row at Poppen.
dykes during breakfast. An eastern
man, forgetting where he was, COM
mented sharply, perhaps rightly, on
the age of the eggs in his omelet. A
steady and star boarder took it on
himself to tell the eastern gentleman
that if he did not like the eggs there
were no fresher to be had, and what
was good enough for the citizens
ought to please his fastidious palate
The stranger continued, in a calm
tone, to damn the eggs, when the
permanent guest threw a pepper
cruet at his face and Poppendyke
intimated that better men than the
stranger had gone east in box be-
cause the fare did not suit them.
THE row ended with an apology
from the stranger, who remarked
that he was bilious that morning,
that he had forgotten he was not in
his own house, and that if the citi.
zens liked stale eggs he would make
no further complaint as, if his name
was John Jay Hancock, he did not
feel any better than the rest of man.
kind. What we object to is that Pop
Dendyke should not have himself
lpologized for the eggs. If we are to
Keep up the good name of our town,
We must see to it that our omelets
ire artistically composed and the ma
terial is fresh and sweet. Poppen-
lyke, like Homer, sometimes mods;
nut, on the whole, we are all proud
# our Peter Poppendyke."
Thus did Roylston pour oil in the
Wounds he opened with his sharp
zen.
But there was much querying when ,
The Border Scout appeared as to who
hat fellow Homer might be. Pop
'endyke, who was appeased at the
in the last line of the
said that Homer was the
hief cook at Delmonico's. and SO IL {