The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1901-08-16
MEETS bS
WATERLOO
Emil Ney Lowers
CoIors to His
LandIady.
HE OWED A TRlFLE
FOR LODGING
After Being Chastised He Appeals
to the High Sheriff for
Protection.

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than ordinary ability, and the terror
of the local landladies, is in trouble
again, and as usual there is 6, landlady
at the bottom of his latest trials and
great tribulations.
Emils way since he came to Hawaii
with the avowed intention of growing
up with the country has been paved
with pilikia. His talents have not
been recognized; his aristocratic lin
cage has been sullied by the air of
| the police court: his features have
/ been pasted by a pleban bill sticker
! and now his landlady has seized his
collars and shirt, and, if his statement
| be true, has subjected him to still more
awful indignities.
| A few days ago the relative of the
great field marshal came to High Sher
| if Brown, telling u piteous tale and
| imploring police protection. His story
ran something like this:
| Il leeve at Re Hotel Occidental,
| where l eat me and make my sleep.
| Yesterday re lady of re house she
| seize my Valise and will not give him
to me, and when l try to persuade she
| and some more people slap me on &c
side of re face and commit vat you
| would call re grand indignity. | must
| have re protection of re gendarmes,
| and l must moreover have my shirt
and my collars Ny great-great-
| grandfather was re great marshal
same name as me. and zerefore / APP
peal to your fine sense of honor, who
| are also a marshal, for protection for
my body and for re assistance of re
good gendarmes to obtain to me my
shirt and my collars.
| High Sheriff Brown was deeply NOV
| ed by this narrative and instantly
dispatched an officer to see that the
wrong done to Mr.. Ney was righted,
and to assist in bringing the offender
| to book.
| The officer proceeded to the Occi-
dental Hotel and interviewed the land
| lady, who also had song of suffering
| to sing. She said that Emil was a
nuisance, and owed her two months
rent, wherefore she had his trunk re-
moved to the strong room of the hotel
| as a precautionary measure. She also
! said that Mr. Ney had been unchival-
| rous enough to strike her and call her
names, and that she had shown her
| disapproyal of his actions by chastising
| him.
/ When Emil again visited the police
way to obtain his clothes would be to
settle his little account with the hotel.
| He was further informed that the
Territory could not be used as an
agent to straighten out his domestic
| affairs
| Yesterday afternoon a reporter APP
preached the lady in charge of the mo-
tel or the matter. He didn't approach
! very near however, having due respect
for the acrimonious little lady attired
in blue waist who responded TO the
pressing of the button.
! Does Mr. Ney reside here?" queried
he politely.
Don't mention Ney." said the land
lady, fiercely,
/ Il would like to know if Mr.. Ney
is Within persisted the cleaner OF
items.
Don't talk about him." snapped the
fair proprietress. He used to hang
around here once, but now he's gone;
where, don't know, nor want to-.
But, madam quoth the scribe
voting we'll that a soft answer often
times turneth aside the Feasibility OF
women, please to tell me whether or
not you still hold the gentlemans per-
sonal belongings
Thus abjured the lady reluctantly
unhitched information to the effect
that Emil Ney was the bugaboo of her
household; that he neglected to pay
| his bill; that he had dreadfully abused
and struck her; that she had sled an
attack of dodgers against him and had
taught him a lesson which he is not
likely to forget, and last, bur not least
that she was still holding his shirt and
! collars for ransom.
"One more thing" madam. said the
reporter. The sentence was never I'M
| ished. The good lady doubtless work
ed up to an attack of hysterical fury
by the thought of the money which
was owing to her, made a brisk move
ment in the direction of the doorway
where her interlocutor stood shaking
in his shoes. The newsgatherer's GU
riosity wilted like a morning glory and
he fled precipitately.
Emil Ney's whereabouts are I'M
known No more does he grace the
corner of King and Alakea streets
when the dusk is settling on the land
| No longer does he deliver impressive
sunset orations on the dignity of labor
to the horny handed toilers Who call
the Occidental Hotel their home The
paths he was wont to tread know him
no more.
Perhaps his latest Waterloo was too
much for him. Maybe the feminine as