The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1905-05-13

has paid his bill, with everything
charged extra, and the servants line
up and look appealingly, or mad. as
the case may be. dad is the hardest
man to loosen that ever was, but II
they seem 10 look the other way. and
not. apparently, care whether they get
a cent or not, dad would go and hunt
them up, and divide his roll with
them. Dad Is not what you would
call a tight wad," II you let him
shed his money normally, when he
feels the looSening coming on, but you
try to word him by bowling and cring-
ing, and his American spirit gets the
better OF him, and he looks upon the
servant as pretty low down. | have
told him that the tipping habit is just
as bad In America as In France, but
he says in America the servant acts
as though he never had such thought
as getting a tip, and when you give
him quarter or other tip he looks
puzzled, as though he did not just
recall what he had done to merit such
treatment. but finally puts the money
in his pocket with an air as though
he would accept 1t in trust, to be
given to some deserving person at the
first opportunity, and then he smiles,
and gets away, and blows in the tip
for something wet and strong.
l told daa II he would just ignore
the servants, as though he did not un-
derstand that they expected a tip, that
he would be all right, SO when we got
ready to move from the hotel to pri-
vate rooms dad never gave any serv-
ant tip. Well, l don't know what
the servants did to our baggage, but
they must have marked 1t with a
smallpox sign, or something. for no
body would touch 1t for several hours,
but finally a baggage man took 1t and
started for our apartments, and got
lost, and didn't show up for two days.
and when it was finally landed on the
sidewalk nobody would carry II up
stairs, and dad and had to lug 1t up
two fights, and l thought dad would
have apoplexy.
We found a guide who could talk
New Orleans English and he said 1t
would cost three dollars to square 1t
with the servants at the hotel, and
have the boycott removed from our
baggage, and dad paid it, and now he
coughs up tip every time he sees a
servant look at him. He pays when
he goes in a restaurant and when he
comes out, and says he is cured Of
trying to reform the customs OF any
body else's country.
We have engaged a guide to stay
with us day and night The guide
took us out for a bat last night, and
dad had the time of his life. Dad has
drank a good deal of spurious and
malt liquors in his time, but | don't
think he ever INDUCED much in cham
payne at three or four dollars bot
tie at home. Maybe he has been saw
where champagne is cheap and 1t
takes several quarts to make you see
angels. The guide took us to one OF
these bullyvards, where there are ia
bles out on the sidewalk, and you
can eat and drink and look at the
dukes and counts and dutchesses and
things promenading up and down,
flirting like sin, and we sat down to
table and ordered things TO eat and
drink, and dad looked like Uncle Sam,
and felt his oats.
When he had drank a few thimble-
fuls of absinthe, and some champagne,
and eat plateful Of frogs, he was
Just ripe for trouble. A woman and
man at an adjoining table had one
of these white dogs that is sheared
like a hedge fence, with spots of long
hair left on in places, and dad coaxed
the dog over to our table and began
to feed him frogs legs, and the wom-
an began to talk French out loud, and
look cross at dad, and the count that
was with her came over to our table
and looked at dad in tone Of voice
that meant trouble, and said some
thing sassy, and the guide said the
man wanted to fight duel because dad
had contaminated the woman's dog,
and dad got mad and offered to wipe
out the whole place, and he got up
with a champagne bottle and looked
defiance at the count, and the walters
began to scatter, when the woman