The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-11-22

book The clerk looked at the name, and
then took another look.
Pardon me- he said, but how do
you spell your name"
How do you figure that writing out?'
asked the man from Centerville.
ssWell," retorted the clerk, beginning to
get angry. 81 can make any old mark on
this ticket, but if you do not object L
would like to have your name. !"
The man from Centerville was surpris-
ed. He had been trying to convince Mr..
Clerk that he was hale fellow, well
met, and here was the hotel man refus-
ing to recognize the advances 1t made
the man from Centerville sore, too.
My names Hallerhan,' he snorted.
ooh, it's plain enough on the register,
replied the clerk trying to be sarcastic.
DO you want to go to your room now,
Mr.. Hallerhan?"
NO. I dont,Y growled the man from
Centerville.
For the next five minutes Mr.. Halter
han thought over his reception as he
strolled UP and down the lobby. He still
felt hurt at the end of the five minutes,
and decided to go out into the cold ali
to recover his temper.
He started for the door and then stop
ped short. He knew that he was from
the provinces, but he was not going to
be fooled, by any wise hotel clerk. He
would just show that clerk that Halter
han from Centerville Iowa, knew a thing
or two. and he started back to the desk.
What time do you close up?" he in
CURED as he smiled a shrewd smile at
the clerk
RI beg pardon?"
What time do you lock up the hotel
at night?"
..Mr. Hallerhan," said the clerk. .sThe
key to the door of this hotel. is at, the
bottom of the Mississippi river We never
close up."stl
"All right" smiled Hallerhan, of Cen
terville, Iowa, tbut I wasn't taking any
chances on being locked out by smart
aleck clerk and he opened the door and
began an inspection of st. Paul by gas
light
The retired dealer in wholesale liquors
resides next door to the prominent bank
er. For years the banker found great
pleasure in his evening visits to the home
of the retired liquor merchant, and the
liquor mane looked forward to the even
ings he was to spend in the banker s
family room; but now all this has been
called off, and it is another case of never
speak as we pass by.
A drunk with a busy conscience must
be blamed for all the trouble. On the
morning of the clash the conscience in
question told the drunk that it was up
to him to seek the refining influences to
be found in gold cure factory. Obey
ing the call he headed for a st. Paul in
stitute, but fate had picked him as a
trouble maker and compelled him to lose
his way.
While trying to locate himself he ran
across the banker, who was walking
down to his Office.
Pardon me-, = said he. with "a hie-
cough, but can you direct me to the
nearest drink cure? I want to take the
cure" rs
The banker was sorry to admit that he
could not help out the wanderer, and said
as much. The drunk started on up the
street, when the banker turned and saw
his friend, the retired liquor merchant,
coming.
ST cannot tell you," he repeated to the
inebriated one, "but perhaps that man
coming behind me cam
The retired merchant overheard this
last remark, and when the boozer stop
ped him to secure the direction of the
cure home all uniting bonds were declar-
ed broken right then and there.