Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1908-02-18

sat at one Of the tables and ordered
cup OF tea and a roll Her indigna-
ton, when charged rs cents, was sub
lime. It took the cashier, four wait
resses and the proprietor to explain
that she should have gone to the coun-
ter. But of no avail. The blood of
County Down was at white heat. She
raved like mad woman. Finally the
cashier offered to take so cents-that
was allowing 15 cents for the rest of
the dinner.
Farther down the car was a would
be fashionable woman, the kind who
affects an English accent and uses a
lorgnette. She was travelling with her
small daughter and maid The maid
was evidently her most treasured pos
session. for she displayed the greatest
anxiety on her account, ceaselessly
asking everyone the same question:
Had they seen her Abigail? The small
daughter was a bright, restless child,
whose every action called forth eau
ton or reprimand from the mo-
Their.
Mia, darling!" in a mincing, ele-
CANT tone, and quite piano; my pre-
cious sweetheart" then sforzando-
crescendo fortissimo-"Yo little vix-
en-stop that, or I'll break your
neck!"
An Australian couple who were re-
turning home by way Of San Francis
co, after having come to America by
way of England, had the next section.
She had talented Leslie Carter hair
deeply, darkly, beautifully red; but,
after all, good Jesuit hair-the roots
justified the ends. She was not at all
pleased with America-oh, dear, no!
and constantly aired her impress
sions in strident voice, and with
strong cockney accent. She thought
America Shocking plice"-and very
much overrated-one she never cared
to see "agine.' And the railroad serv.
ice-"the h'idea of dragging them all
over the country and cheating them
out Of the Grand Canyon-why, 1t was
downright dishonest!"
The porter was an amusing charac-
ter, and had droll way of referring
to himself in the third person. asked
him If he was married. He said:
mo, sab, but got gal. incest
little gal you ever saw-she's pretty
dark-but George likes 'em that-a-
way, they CANT come too black fer
George. 1 amt got no kind o. time
fer desc yer yaller ones, they simply
ornery, they got all the big feelin's O.
the white folks, an the bad qualities
O. the niggers!"
Just then the lady with the lorgnette
came along and, peering through 1t at
George, asked: ooh, George, have you
seen my maid?"
No, ma'am, anti" he said, add
ing, when she passed on: Seems like
she has an awful hard time keepin' up
with that maid-she's so feared we
won't know she's got one. George has
seen big white folks down south SO POI
they didn't know whar they mex meal
was comm fun, but. sab" impressive
ly, "dey was quality jis' de same! Dis
yer CONAN ain got no mo- use To- q
maid dan hawg got TO side pawk-
ets!"
Georges quaint remarks, and very
often homely wisdom, were great
solace to US through the long days
that dragged by as we meandered aim
lessly over the southwestern portion
of this great and glorious country OF
ours. Down through Oklahoma and
Texas, from Fort Worth across to Ell
Paso, and up through Arizona and
Southern California, we took our de.
vious way, lodging washouts, which
seemed to multiply with alarming
rapidity.