Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1908-02-27

sat at one Of the tables and ordered
a cup of tea and roll Her indigna-
ton, when charged rs cents, was sub
lime. 1t 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 60 cents-that
was allowing Is 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 bright, restless child,
whose every action called forth eau
ton or a reprimand from the mo.
Their.
"Nita, darling!" in a mincing, ele-
giant tone, and quite piano; my pre-
cious sweetheart"-then sforzando-
crescendo fortissimo-"You little viz
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 a strident voice, and with a
| 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 hidea 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. l asked
him if he was married. He said:
mo, sab, but / got a gal. incest
little gal you ever saw-she's pretty
dark-but George likes 'em that,a
way, they CANT come too black fel
George. l 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 lorgnettt
came along and, peering through it al
George, asked: "Oh, George, have you
seen my maid?"
mo, ma'am, / amt" he said, add
ing, when she passed on: Seems like
she has an awful hard time keepin' NJ
with that maid-she's SO feared W.
won't know she's got one. George ha
seen big white folks down south so pc
they didn't know whar they mex mea
was comm fun, but, sah," impressive
ly, "dey was quality jis' de same! D
yer CONAN ain got no mo- use TO
maid dan hawg got TO side pawk
ets,"
Georges quaint remarks, and YER
often homely wisdom, were a grea
solace to us through the long day
that dragged by as we meandered ain
lessly over the southwestern porto
, Of this great and glorious country c
, ours. Down through Oklahoma an
, Texas, from Fort Worth across to I
% Paso, and up through Arizona an
= Southern California, We took on" d
vious way, lodging washouts, whic
A seemed 10 multiply with alarmin
rapidly.