The Montgomery tribune., 1910-04-29
The PEDDLER AND
THE GOVERNOR
A Good Story on the Governor by a
Special Correspondent.
TRAVELLER Dimes WITH HADlEY
The Executive Mansion at Jefferson
City Mistaken for Boarding House

at Jefferson city there emerged the
other day rather peculiar looking
individual who carried small
travelling bag in 'is hand. The
man was rather small of statute,
and his gait wa iiv-Iv although
somewhat tottering. His head
was inclined to one side as If turn
ed away by the inequalities of life
and by too much serious thinking
His face was flushed and some
what shiny, result Of rushing
tendency of the blood and frequent
contact with the winds of heaven.
The man was neatly, but by no
means elegantly attired; fastidious
people might have found his gar
ments shabby.
This newcomer to the capital of
Missouri was a man who, where
ever he may happen to go, is In
variably spoken of as the ''typer
writer man., not because he sells
typewriters or is the agent ofsome
typewriter company. in the pur-
suauce of which vocation he
travels firm town to town. He is in
fact travelling typewriter re-
pairer and cleaner, but we shall
refer to him simply as the type
writer man, for by that name, az
we have said, everybody always
called him and still calls him,
although he also peddles nostruins
for cleaning clothes and for other
purposes.
This strange insn Nth the yalise
in his hand, climbed ,s.e, hilia e,t
Water street which leads to the
foot of Madison street. He had no
squire meal that day, andit being
more than an hour past noon, he
was very hungry. His first con-
Germ, therefore, when he arrived at
the top of the first hill that he
climbedin Jefferson City was to
ascertain where he could get "a
good meal. Accordingly he asked
the first boy he met, who happen
ed to be the son of the opulent
saloon-keeper whose imposing re-
sidence stands at tho corner of
Madison and Water streets, if he
could reccomend 10 him a good
restaurant or boarding house.
The boy looked at the stranger
quizzioally as II something in the
appearance and the gestures of the
man amused him not a little i.
Then he replied: "There are no
good restaurants in town, but
there are some dandy boarding
houses. Right over in that house
as good meals are served as any
where in town." He pointed at a
large fiue brick house on the west
side of the street, which was sur
rounded by a magnificent and
spacious lawn.
The typewriter man hesitated
just one moment. Then he pluck
ed up determination and walked
across the lawn and up to the front
door of the fine house. He saw at
once that the place must be a
swell boarding house, but he de.
cided that FOR once he would allow
himself the best meal that his
purse could buy. In the vestibule,
ljust in the act OF leaving the house
he encountered tall lnan, a very
tall man indeed as compared With
his own size.
"Could a fellow get good meal
here?" he asked. "This place has
been recommend to me by a boy
whom met on the the street as i
very good boarding. house. It il
not too late for dinner, Is itp"
4 The tall man at first eyed thu
stranger mutely. Then just fain
suggestion of q smile fitted ovel
his race, and he said gently ane
suavely: at is after the Dime,
! hour. but I suppose they can ge
you something. Come with mi
into the dining ROOM So sayinl
he led the way into large room
simply but splendidly decorated
The table was covered with tn,
finest linen, and the most msgni
iicent cut glass yss displayed