Evening star., 1896-01-11

to be sure, and gloried in 1t, particularly as
he was Lunnon bred. and had gotten his
| back and his bearing in Ide Park, don't ye
| knew.
| You'll ave to awsk some duck what
| drives er public" he answered with
scornful veneering to his tone. 'They are
tn misfortnit clawss, I fawncy. 1 daon't
| know that privit coachmin suffer any in
| convensenses" he grew more amiable
when he had overcome that word d-''in
| caow,d weathah then they do in 'ot." l..
| He paused triumphant. and the reporter
| became humble and contrite, and withal
diplomatic
"Well, let's get something hot suggest
! ed the SCRIBE and the Briton relaxed. A
brew of Irish whisky made him positively
genial.
He Plunges into Parisinn.
Tell you something abaout privit
| coachman's hexperunce?" he repeated.
| ''Well. now, ye knaow. that nd make me
| develop many thinks that are onty moo,
| We knaow."
He eyed his listener to see the effect of
| this deadly dash into the Partisan, and,
feeling satisfied at it, continued:
Il wunt tell everythink 1 knaow, We
| knaow, for 'twould lead, mebbe, to privit
| scannle and other thinks, but l must say
| that privit coachmin in Wash-ton sees
| qrare things in a season. Now, thare wos
that night at tn Bengal min ball,
| frinstonce, we'en tn Count Cabrolo an
that pritty Cusser gyrul frawm Tuxedy or
summers like that took too much tea
punch. We knaow, an got in tn Simese
chargy's kerridge by mistake. An then
| that other night Wen Missis Gusher We
knaow, went to sleep in 'er own cowpee
| an tn bloody duck O q coachmn went to
sleep On tn box, an tn brutes O. 'osses
Card them all arount to tn Stabble. Oh,
| 1 cud tell you lots O. secrets, but
| He was interrupted with the declaration
| that The Star mans desire was merely TO
| find out how gentlemen in his profession,
exposed as they were to the elements,
managed to stand the bitter cold such as
prevailed several days ago.
Hollow Butt In His Whip.
"Privits don't suffer much," he remarked,
| 'but publics ave hard time. Ye knaow,
rich boke thinks more of is coachy than
| he does O. hannythink but is wife, er some
/ other fellers. He don't want no duck of a
idjit settin' up on tn box shiverin till his
teeth play like them thinks Cyarmercta
claps when she dawnces. So we privits has
WON livrys an thick rugs, an for meself
| an lots like me. we ave feet wommers, an,
betwix' me an you the butt O. me whip is
| oller."
| "Hollow-what's it hollow for2''
BLESS yer hnnercence," he answered,
/ with a gay cackle, .'th' butt o. a whip that's
oller II hold two good slugs O. rum at least!
NO we don't ave art bad time of it, but
/ tn publics-well, you wanter see one O. them
poor ducks They do ave a hard time"
The Star man hunted up public" or in
| other words. the driver of a well-set-up
| livery team, which is used almost altogether
| by people in society who cannot afford
| equiplges of their own. He was fine-look-
| ing coiored man, who was just starting side
whiskers. All of the class are raising such
| appurtenances now, because the President
| recently selected another coachman with
siders. and they want to be fully equipped
| with qualifications If he comes to select an
| other.
Peculinrities of Hiring People.
I'VE has purity tough times in cole we'd
der" said Henry, "'speshully on 'ceivin'
| days. You see, when de folks whut hiahs
us goes to 'cepshuns dey don't have no
visitin' liss, but ony got books wild de
names OBJ ebrybody whut is ceivn on dat
! day. An wen dey gifts inter er house whar
dey gifts de glad hand dey dunno W en- ter
cum out ergin, an den purity nigh freeze.
It's diffunt, doe, at night. Dem times we
mosely takes um ter er ball, er er pahty er
de thayter, er sumwhar whar dey stays
| er long time, an ez soon eZ we draps um
we gifts inter de line an gifts inside oursefs
| er we canterS eroun ter de neareS cullud
| peoples bar an keeps de wedder off
Thankee. boss, 1 sholy will drink ter yo'
| helf when l gifts de dram. Yaas, sub, de
| days Is de wustest fur us wen de wedder.s
| cole, but we maiks out all rite arter dark.
| 1 useter dribe er night liner wunst, an
! amt kickin' bout de job I got now. Dat
| /
| bers bout it,"
An Inspiring Thought.
| night liner! There was an inspiring
| thought. The Star mans mind required to
the old days on a morning paper when
| night liner was part and parcel of his
career. He remembered "Old Ike"-Ike
Lambert-the best-known man who ever
| drove a night liner. He remembered his
huge form, clad in an enormous gray storm
coat, with red comforter to aid it in keep
! ing off the air. He remembered the count
| less scurries after midnight in Ike's old
hack and the way he kept the spawned
horses at gait between a lope and gallop.
| He remembered his burial in Colgression-
| al cemetery, when little rabbit, fearless
| of the knot Of mou-ners, ran out and hop
! ped on a nearby grave and sat up as ii
| listening to the words of the minister. He
| wished "O1d Ike" was here to tell about
the way his class kept up in the cold and
| then seafched out another. They call him
'Grits," if sufficiently intimate with him,
| for he has big record III the way of dis
posing of numerous plates of small hominy.
| He's educated, too In a better way than
| most Of his class but he fell in love with
| horses, and now he drives night liner.
Hard Times, but Happy.
"Time was when it would have been fool
| ish for anybody to waste any sympathy on
| u.s." he remarked, as We sat down in an
all-night lunch room. Il reckon there nev-
err was set of men who made a better
| living than we did when gambling was run
| wide open and saloons never closed down.
Winners would always want to ride if they
| only had square to go, and booZeTs would
| have to because they'd get their tanks too
full to walk. I've made as high as $3.50 in
| one month in those good old days, but now,
when only milk joints like this are allowed
| to keep open after II o'clock. it's lucky for
| me to make a hundred. Driving a night
| liner is mighty like hittin' the pipe when
| you get into the habit. The daytime loses
all attraction for you. and you get so after
| a while that you can't sleep when the
stars are out to save your life. In cold
weather we have just about as good time
as we do in hot, and we can charge BE-
ger fare, t6o.
Half Frozen Fares Don't Bargain.
eff half frozen fellow wants to get
| home late at night" he continued, "when
| the cars have stopped and you tell him the
| price to take i'm is two dollars, he won't
stand and kick for a minute. but will just
pile in and pay up like a major. It's hard
er on our horses than it is on US. You