The Alaska citizen., 1913-11-10

'"1'Na'IiS GteP tMollon- How long he might have remained .has hyp noiized is not known for the impa. tirat chatter of spoons recalled h.m to his senses and his duty.
 "F.sh? YaS. suh It's min rish, up. suh."
 Pete skated from the room. and .n surprisingly short space Of tim, was back again at the table.
 Fresh this mawnin suh. he said Right fun the creek
 He served the fish with hands which trembled slightly. and. this duty performed. ,e presumed sa Tar as 10 ask question.
 An ast yo' indulgence. gen elm. T.. .- he said soIemniy but An thought maybe yo' could be so kin an con. descendin' as to denomina'o 10 me whut is the name Of that dark com. plected geu'elman over al nd,r table"
 George. sail Johnny MeShane. I'm surprised at your ignorance. You amaze me. That is he great and only Senor Ramon OHyeras.
 "Yas. suh." said Pete. with T chas- tened air, so An eH infawmed. An jsu desiahed to be identified to the esn'elman, thass al Is he-a ball playeh. or is he jus trayrlin' w.th the club 10 his heaIth?"
 You can bet hes ball player." said McShane Hes the grea,e.t second baseman that ever pulled on a glove Take an iher look al him so you won't forget him"
 "fas. suh," said Pete with a strange emphasis "ah been a-lookin' right al him 10 quite some time"
 George" said Marston "saunter out there to the kitchen on those large flat feet of yours, and rounI up some Cf that fried chicken White meat mostly"
 fas, suh.' said Pete. as he zli1. cd away once more. But this time h.s eyes were closed to threat ming slits, and there Was a savage prom- ise in the set Of his chin. The sas had gone out Of il. for Pete was planning a surprise party for Scnor Ramon Oliveras, A t happ ned. Joe's busy tongue saved him the trouble
 After being r5puiscd by Pete. Joe fund a sympathetic listener in Ma poleon, the head port Y, who gave 8 wide ear to Joe's startling tale.
 An An ain guessin." sail the mulatto. "Thass ole Bud Buckner an An could take a par'lyzed oath to It"
 Great kingdom come.@ said Nap leon. He betteh not led the ol kunnel keteh him a-sestin in the dinin' room. The kunnel is quality folks fun w-a,ay back nder. an. pow'ful hard-headed He'd think this Olly-whut s-his-name had done put the hoodoo on the hotel fo shore. Don le the kunHel fin it out or he'll just bout bust this bogus Mexi- can wit the big end O that ol' smoke wagon whut he keep fo' special casions. Thass whut'I happen to h m"
 And then, quite naturally tn DOT ter promptly told the chambermaid on the second floor, and rhe cham bermaid told the housekeeper. Mrs. Elvra Jackson, who was white woman-and Mrs Jackson immed- ately rushed downstairs. and breath lessly broke the terrible news to sittin' in the dinin' room with those wheel of events began 10 spin at amazing speed
 Whats this l hear?" cried Mrs Jackson What's this? A nigger sittin in the dinin' room with those good-for-nothin' ball players? Colo nel Randolph. must say I'm sur prised at yol!"
 The colonel, who had been doing a little single-entry bookkeeping re moved his glasses, laid down hs pen. and rose to his full height six feet two inches of Sou hern in. dignation.
 "A niggah Mrs. Jackson?" h. eX- claimed "A niggah registered jn my house, an asittin ill my dinin' room? Who says so ma'am?"
 All the help knows it." sad the housekeeper excitedly An goodness only knows how many more. Joe recognized him when he came ill with the rest of these ball players this mawnin'. He used to play ball with Joe and Pete befo' they came here"
 Colonel Randolph slammed tn call bell violently.
 Send that black boy Joe here to mel" he ordered.
 In less than thirty seconds Joe ap- peared, scared almost white.
 Now, boy, what's this hear about niggah eatin' in my dinin' room?' demanded the colonel sternly. That Oliveras-dd you ever see him be- Po,sb