The evening times., 1896-10-27
KING IN STRIPED CLOTHES
Announced in a Saloon He
Would Not Wear Livery.
NOW SWALLOWS HIS WORDS
Countryman Pined for the Gay
Sights of the city. came here'
Drank Gin and Demolished the
Glassware in a Drinking Place.
Gases in Police Court.

drains and painter OF cities, as well as
signs, has been spending the last three
nioutns uT his middle lIrc within the protii-
btIon precincts of Hyattsville
There Walter forgot the aroma of the
lemon peel that lives in cocktails, ana the
fusil oil, which usually has formed large
percentage Of the WHISKY he has CONSUMED.
He tired of the drowsy routine OF country
life, the enuIcss monotony beginning al
dawn and d wing as the sun perished IN the
Western skies. His desires fiIgellated SOUL
and body in order once more To tread the
gray aspnalU, hear Lnc riotuJs noise oi the
CITY. and wander in the garish atmosphere
OF Tue saloon.
He made the first step i'll the wrong III
| rectiuu by equipping his courage with
| flask Of gin. procured iii Bladensburg, wlnch
he emptied On the train that carrleu MN
| tu Washington. Under tnc streaming eiec
| trio light outside the depot policeman saw
King balance his cash ON hand, amounting
| To Ss.75, aud then boarded a cable car.
AT THE THEATER.
Walter stopped at a theater and bought
an admission ticket. al the first intermis-
| sion he folio wed u crowd OF men into
| ueIChburinE saloon and made himself friendly
| with lot OF young men, who claimed TO De
| southerners They all wore remarkably
| high collars, astOnishingly tight trousers
| and broad. thick-soled shoes.
When King heard them assert they came
from Dixie land he plunged his hand INTO
| his PICKET throwing Il wad OF bills ana q
| handful Of silver Oh the counter
HIS GENEROSITY.
| ~ fote with Longstrcet children cried
| King in his shrill, student voice, 'an you
| all kin oder what you want, there's the
money an Walter knows where he Kin sit
| mo-"
The red-mustached gentleman behind
| the bar with an adamant eye and a te-
diamoned shirt front disdainfully pushed
| the money away as croupier AT Monte
Carlo rakes in the gold OF an unfortunate
| gambler.
| You pay the cashier said the bar
| keeper, scornfuliy.
| PAY HI" screamed King, there's my
| money; l am a gentleman, L am, an 1
don't wear livery TO any man"
| 1t happened IN some way, after method
only known To the red moustached man,
! that Walter found himself in the cool air
outside. wit h his money tucked in one OF MS
| vest pockets nd all the hi igh-coilared young
| men surrounding him and demanding that
| sa challenge the red mOustachcd man TO
deadly combat
| No" said Walter, with remarkable
| presence of mind, 1.-The wo' Is over. wen
all take q dram" He carried them To a
saloon run by a Frenchman who loves
| sanruinary conflict and weeps every morn
ing because his digestion will not permit
| him to breakfast on cannon balls and
smokeless powder.
There Walters Ss.75 disappeared as
| swiftly as ones breath on a frosty morn
ing, because all his bloodthirsty friends
| ordered drinks, which had to be mixed by
the Frenchman from the contents OF every
bottle behind the bar bearing foreign
label They were pousse cafes, and when
the slender stemned glasses filled with
liqueurs had been placed on the bar the pro-
pretor asked King what was his pleasure
He replied surlily: II want some Bo'bun
whisky; l amt no Id DUDE TO drinE
fancy miX-ups."
The Young man with the highest collar
Indignantly resented Kings remark.
Don't trifle with us, sir" he said, "be
cause we wear clean linen and pare ouI
nails
King gave snort of rage and made d
Wild dive at the young man, brushing every
glass off the bar and spilling the drinks
on the floor, to the terror of the French
man, who, with commendable discretion
first yelled ''Police!' and then locked
himself in a room marked on the doors az
"ale vaults" From there he asked al
to be men of honor and not drink anything
they could not pay for, threatening to xii
the first man Who rang up the cash reg
ister.
HE WAS A PRISONER.
Unfortunately for him the doors LOCKED
on the outside, and until Policeman FlatS
ers arrived he was prisoner in his owl
place. Fathers found only Walter in
saneiy kicking the bottoms out of cane
seated chairs and demanding the vita
. organs OF every Gaul " no ever stormet
I Rome. The different human specimens o
sartorial art meantime had fled.
Fathers could not keep from laughing at
he released the Frenchman. who requires
some persuasion before he would come ou
in the open His hair and beard stood a.
| il u stiff wind was agitating them and III
eyes were all whites
..Great Dieu,'' he gasped, ices the dcv