The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1907-02-01

purer air. and the Isle OF Pines, which
has more tropical scenery and less
yellow fever.
But now the island Of Cuba is a JOY,
and Havana is like Heaven-until you
come to pay your bill. Streets 50 wide
you cannot see a creditor on the other
side. payements as smooth as the road
to perdtion. and topical trees, plants
and flowers, with birds OF rare plumage,
you feel like sitting on a cold bench in
the shade and wishing all your friends
were here to enjoy taste of what will
come to those who are truly good, in
the hereafter, when suddenly yOu are
taken with a chill up th spinal COZ
umn, and a cold sweat comes out on
the forehead, and the Internal arrange
mentS go on a strike because of the
cold, peYspiring cucumber you had for
does not do a thing to yOu, but scare
you out OF your boots by talking Chol-
era, and giving you the card of his
partner, the undertaken, telling you
never to think OF dying in a tropical
country without being embalmed, be-
cause you look so much better when
you are delivered at your home by the
express company, and then he gives
you pills and bill, and an alarm clock
that goes OF every hour to take a pill
by, and furnishes you an officer to go
home to your hotel with you to collect
his bill, and you pawn your watch and
sleeve buttons for a Storage ticket to
New York.
Dad has not been much good In Ha-
yana, cause he wanted to see the
whole business in one day. He got a
r0Wb0at and went out in the harb0r
to where the backbone Of the Maine"
acts as monument to the fellows who
yet sleep in the mud Of the bottom,
and after tying little American flag
on the rigging that sticks above the
water, and damning the villains who
blew up the good ship, we went back
to town and drove out to the cemetery
where several hundred of our boys are
buried, where we left flowers on the
graves and a cuss in the balmy air
for the guilty wretCheS who fired the
| bomb. and then we went back to the
city and walked the beautiful streets
until dad began to have cramps from
trying to eat all the fruit he could
hold. Then it was all of, and
was going to call carriage to take
him to the hotel, when dad saw a ne.
| gro astride single OK, hitChed to a
cart, who had come in from the coun-
try, and dad said he wanted to ride in
that cart, IL 1t was the last act of his
life, and as dad was beginning to swell
up from the fruit he had eaten ]
thought he better ride in an open cart.
cause in carriage he might swell up
SO we couldn't get him out Of the door
when we got to the hotel.
So hired the negro, got dad in the
cart, and we started, but the OK walked
50 slow | was afraid we would never
get dad there alive, so I told the negro
dad had the cholera and that settled
it, for he kicked the OK with his heels
land the OK beloved and run away and
the negro turned pale from fright, and
| guess the runaway ride on the cob
blestone pavement was what saved
dads life, for the swelling in dads in
side began to 60 down. and when we
got to the hotel he got out Of the cart
alone and | knew he was better, for
he shook himself, gulluped and said,
you think you are smart, don't your"
So | will close. Yours,
HENNERY.