The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1901-03-09
THE WAITER WAS NOT INsULTED.

lE1FI WALTER w Ao NOI IINS UlLl El)
Il dropped into a restaurant on the
old side at dinner hour the other even
ing" said a iovial bachelor who relish
es the good things of life, land, finding
the place crowded, got seat at small
table with man who was evidently a
stranger in the city. He was a middle
aged, raw boned chap, with heavy
mustache and bronzed skin, and after
little furtive Sizing up. came to the
conclusion that he was cattleman
from somewhere in southwest Texas out
on a pleasure trip. One Of the things
that led me to that opinion was his at
tire. He was rugged out in black
Prince Albert of the peculiar short
WASTED brand regarded as the height
of fashion all over the great southwest,
and could almost see his purple neck
tie in the showcase of some cross
roads store, surrounded by brass collar
buttons, lead pencils, striped stick can
dy and fancy notepaper. l know the
type fairly well, and felt convinced that
he was an out and out good fellow,
yearning for human comradeship, but
/ didn't care to run the risk of being
ceeded to order my dinner and made no
effort to open conversation.
I'm a little while, however, 1 noticed
that my vis-a-vis was having an I'M
happy time of it, on account of the ex-
traordinary neglect of his waiter, who
was apparently doing his best to spoil
the dinner He was not only slow and
impudent, but he mixed up the courses
and got everything twisted in a care
fully elaborate fashion that exhibited
real touch of genius. Altogether, 1t
was something maddening, and fell to
wondering when his victim would rise
up and STAY him, but the Texan, on the
contrary, seemed to be rather cowed.
He worked his way silently through the
demoralized repast, and finally caught
my eye and sighed deeply.
"'Pears like that Teller wasn't carin'
much whether ! got anything to eat or
not he remarked in resigned voice
'' 4 noticed he was serving you pref
ty badly said I. 'What'seems to be
the trouble?'
Hanged it 7 know said the eTxan,
pulling his mustache. The same Teller
brought me a feed here yesterday and
like to run his legs off gettin' me things.
Dunno what l did to make him sour on
me-
at reflected, and remembered that
the tip and the garden are alike I'M
known out in the cattle country. Sup
pose you give him a quarter when he
comes back I suggested, and see what
effect that has on him.
"My companion glared at me in
amazement.
at will make him fightin' mad,
won't it?' he asked in whisper.
Mad nothing!' 7 replied, laughing.
Just try it and see how indignant he
gets
Gan right said the Texan, I'll do
it, but look out for trouble. I'm power
full feared I'll have him to lick
1.-The quarter changed hands, with
exceedingly satisfactory results" said
the jovial bachelor, "and the stranger
and I went out together
I'm much obliged to you fer putin
me on to that he said fer I'd never Of
thought of 1t, and might have starved
to death Jest through ignorance. But
out whar / live 1t would have meant a
scrap sure he added Why, man, that
waiter was most as old as I am myself
and blamed sight better dressedH -
New rOleans Times Democrat.