Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-03-19

! he QaQ OtQellO eDOn COiOF. OlQ
he have Othellos green eye?
Whatever his thoughts, be chatted
gaily enough with his neighbor and
colleague of the Portland sleeper.
Suddenly he stopped in the midst
of soaring chuckle.
"Lordy, man, looky what's aeon.
in"
The Portland porter turned to gaze.
81 got my fingers crossed"
II hope you git him.
II hope / don't"
He'll work you hard and cuss you
out, and he won't give you even
Much Obliged"
That's right. He amt got usher
to carry his things. And he's got
enough to fill van"
The oncomer was plainly OF Eng
lish origin. It takes all sorts OF peo-
pie to make up the British Empire,
and there Is no sort lacking-glorious
or pretty, or sour or sweet. BUT this
was the type of English globe-trotter
that makes himself as unpopular
among foreigners as he Is among his
own people. He Is almost as unen-
durable as the Americans abroad who
twang their banjo brag through Eu-
rope. and berate France and Italy for
their innocence OF buckwheat cakes.
The two porters regarded Mr.. Har-
old Wedgewood with dread, as he
bore down on them. He was almost
lost in the plethora OF his own lug
gage. He asked for the San Fran
cisco sleeEer. and the Portland porter
had to tiirrl away to smother his CUR
Cling relief.
Ellsworth Jefferson's heart sank.
He made a feeble effort at self-pro-
lection. The Pullman conductor not
being present at the moment, he in.
CURED:
Have you got yo' ticket?"
"Of cawse."
Gould / see it,"
''Of cawse not Too much trouble
to fish it out"
The porter was fading. do you
remember yo' numba?"
"Of cawse. Take these" He began
to pile things on the porter like a
mountain unloading an avalanche.
The porter stumbled as he clambered
up the steps, and squeezed through
the strait path of the corridor into
the slender aisle. He turned again
and again to question the invader,
but he was notioned and hunted
down the car, till he was halted with
This will do"
The Englishman selected section
three for his own. The porter ven
tured: Are you sho' this is yo' num-
ba?"
"Of cawse I'm shaw. How dare you
question my"
Il wasn't questionin' you, boss. l
was just astin' you"
He resigned himself to the despot,
and began to transfer his burdens to
the seat. But he did nothing to the
satisfaction of the Englishman. Every.
thing must be placed otherwise; the
catch-all here, the portmanteau there,
the Gladstone there, the golfsticks
there, the greatcoat there. the rain
coat there The porter was putting
like a donkey-engine, and mutiny was
growing in his heart. His last COM
mission was the hanging up OF the
bowler hat
He stood on the arm OF the seat to
reach the high hook. From here he
paused to glare down with an attempt
at irony.
is they anything else?'
mo. You may get down.
The magnificent patronage OF this
wilted the porter completely. He re-
turned to the lower level, and shut
fed along the aisle In a trance He
was quickly recalled by a sharp
"Pawtah!"
"Yassah!"
What time does this bally train
start?"
"Ten-thutty, sab"
but it's only ten now"
"Yassah. It'll be ten-thutty a lit
tie later"
do you mean to tell me that I've
got to sit hyah for half an hour-just
waitin'?"
The porter essayed another bit OF
irony:
Well" he drawled, II might tell
the conducta you're ready. And meb.
be he'd start the train. But the time
table says ten-thutty."
He watched the effect of his satire,
but it fell back unheeded from the
granite dome of the Englishman
whose only comment was:
"Oh. never mind. III wait"
The porter cast his eyes up in de-
spair, and turned away, once more to
be recalled.