The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1897-04-18
How Trude Got FRESH Air.

A good story is told on A. S. Trude
by one of his old associates. 1t hap
pened some years ago when Mr.. Trude
had occasion to try lawsuit at Auro-
IA. In those days hotel accommoda-
tions We're not particularly accommo-
dating in any mans town, and Aurora
Jagged far behind in the procession of
hotel towns. well, Trude and l went
down to Aurora" said the Chronicle"
raconteur. I'VE put up at a little hotel
in that village at about 6 o'clock in the
evening. After supper we sat in the
hotel corridors and smoked and chatted
until nearly II O'Clock. Trude had a
bad cold that night and was disposed
to be asthmatic. Trude and / retired
without ceremony, and, after passing
a few comments on the poor accommo-
dations furnished us, we rolled up and
affected to go to sleep. There was 81
lence for about fifteen minutes, and
then Trude exclaimed, with a blankety-
blank epithet: I can't sleep in this
room unless we can coax a little fresh
air in here; it's sitting / made an
asserting remark, and, being on the
side of the bed next the window there
was only one), 1 jumped up and tried
to raise the sash. But no, I couldn't
raise it. The recent rains had swollen
the woodwork. and I couldn't bulge
the thing. Trude was disappointed.
but consented to make the best of it,
and tried TO go to sleep again But,
up bobbed his asthma again, and he in
sisted that / should make another at
tempt to raise the window. 1 told him
it was useless, but he said every win
dow could be opened If a man used a
little Judgment Well in order to
quiet him. I made a second attempt
to throw UP the sash, but Mr.. Window
was more stubborn than ever. I re-
turned to bed, and nursed a bump on
my head, while Trude turned his vo-
cabulary on the town and its hotels
Another interval of quiet followed, but
my friend became restless again, and
directed me to make another go at
the window, or he would go downstairs
and trunce the proprietor l refused
to try any more windows, so Trude
hurdled the foot of the bed and in a
trice was at the window. In a voice
that reminded one of Tom Keene, call
ing for a horse in Richard III Trude
said unkind things about the day the
proprietor of the hotel was born and
then gave an insane tug at the win
dow sash. 1t did not move After
pacing up and down the room a few
moments the lawyer grabbed one of
my shoes and slammed it at the win
dow. The glass yielded to the argu-
ment and Trude was satisfied The
cool. fresh air that whistled into the
room was just the thing for his asth-
ma, so he returned to his side of the
bed and rested as peaceably as a child
for the remainder of the night.
I'm the morning the bright rays of
the sun danced mockingly upon the
placid features of the slumbering
Trude, but those bright rays did not
come in through the broken pane of
glass. oh, no. The weather warped
window was untouched. I was just
beginning to wonder where Trudes
fresh air came in, when 1 saw that he
had thrown my right shoe through the
glass front of an old-fashioned book
case. Trude is not troubled with asth-
ma now, but he has the same imagi-
nation that blew fresh air into that
miserable room some fifteen years
ago. Chicago Chronicle.