The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-08-10
How a Fierce American
Was Appeased.

the poorer classes know very little
about the western continent. When I
was boy I was one morning at the
Hotel des IDvalldes, In Paris, with my
father. He was speaking In French
with pensioner. Presently my father
burst into laugh. l asked him. what
he was laughing at He said that he
had told the Frenchman that he was
an American. mo" replied the old
soldier; "Amerlcans are all black"
Some years ago an American wild
west show visited Budapest. There
were the usual fusillades, Individual
shootings and stagecoach robberles.
The people who saw them got an idea
that all Americans shot, and shot to
kill, on the slightest provocatlon.
spent few days at the place soon aft
er the show had passed on, register
ing from my home. Toledo, o. The
day after my arrival | saw some citl-
zens over the register debating in an
excited fashion about just where In
America Toledo was. whether 1t was
on the Atlantic or Pacific coast. one
man declaring that IT was in the
Allegheny mountains, the region of the
fiercest tribes Of cowboys. Suddenly
catching sight of me. they scattered
like a flock of birds among which
stone had been thrown.
The same evening attended per-
formance in a music hall. A little,
deformed girl, with pale cheeks and
great. 6aring black eyes. was selling
programmes. A waiter moving across
the floor with half dozen glasses of
beer poised on a tray above his head,
not seeing the child, ran her down.
The six glasses OF beer went crashing
on the floor, and the waiter fell on the
girl AS she and he rose in his irrlta-
tion he gave her n cuff. saying, Take
that for getting in my way"
Now, am n mild hammered, peace
ful man, nothing of n knight errant, but
| thought the waiter should be re-
proved for giving way to his temper
and the little girl given n tip to make
up for the blow she had received, SO
said:
waiter, you had no business TO
strike the child in that manner The
accident was your fault. You should
have looked about you to see If any
body was in your way"
AS spoke | put my hand TO my hip
pocket to get out my portemonnaie
which always carry there, to give the
little programme seller a coin.
The noise of the fall had attracted
the attention of every one in the hall
All eyes were upon the waiter, the girl
and me. As | spoke those farthest
away from me got on chairs 10 see
what was going TO do. | had been
pointed out to many of them as an
American. and as they saw that was
dlspeased at the waiter they con-
sldered him In imminent danger. When
put my hand to my hip pocket there
was the most remarkable comrotion
| have ever had the honor TO occasion.
Indeed. 1t is the only gllttering spot in
| my otherwise unevcntful life.
There was a wild scramble at the
tables nearest me TO get out of the
way. The men knocked over the
| chairs jumped across tables; the wo.
men shrieked: the children they take
their children to such places abroad)
cried Those nearest the door blocked
the opening in n vain effort to get out
all at once. had my eye on the poor
little programme girl and to prevent
her being trampled upon put an arm
about her to protect her.
The manager came fighting his way
toward me and when he got near
enough shouted TO me: do not shoot.
Everything you require shall be done.
What will appease you?"
1t suddenly occurred to me TO turn
the score to account for the little pro-
gramme girl.
I'm not going to kill any one" I
said, "but have q suggestion to make.
Let us take up collection for this
poor little girl. who received a cuff she
did not deserve"
had my portemonnaie. not revoly
cr, in my hand and, opening it, took out
a bill, dropped it in my hat and gave Il
to the manager. He stood on chail
and rs soon as he could make himself
heard said:
THE American will not fight IL We
take up collection for the programme
girl. Let us ransom Carl Steneus, the
waiter who offended him. Carl is a
poor man and has large family"
With that he went around with the
hat. Every person in the assembly
considered that he was bound to Els
gorge as he had seen stagecoach pas
sengers disgorge to road agents in the
wild west show. When the hat came
back it was brimful of bills and coins
The manager handed 1t to me, and
pouring IFS contents into my handker
chief, | handed it to the child The
manager got ON table and cried:
"'Che American is appeased. Now
go quietly to your homes"
The people shrank away-that is
those who were left, for goodly mum
ber had departed by the door and win
dows. Some who had to pass m'
looked at me with timid curiosity an,