The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1920-11-25

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think of anything else for three days.
And when the meal was dishcd up
had an attack of jumping toothache,
II was jumping over the chairs with
my head under my arm"
THAT'S always the way in this
world, doggone it," commented the no.
tel keeper. "Just as r as you look
forward to something you're going to
Il up against u disappointment that
will break your heart.
Last week I lad so much business
l was on my feet day and night. l
didn't get any sleep to speak of for
several nights, and my eyes felt like
hard-boiled eggs. 1 was just dead on
my feet was so played out. 1 looked
orward to the time when 1 could saw
OF Il few lengths Of slumber just as
you looked forward to that boiled fod-
der"
AT last things Stacked up and I
went up to my room at seven o'clock
in the evening, prepared to sleep
round the clock, or as much longer as
l felt necessary. I was so drowsy 1
could hardly see to get my rags off,
n [ heaved n sigh Of relief when I
craWled in between the sheets. But
before had been there three minutes
OLD Jiggleson came along with his
brass band and began playing selec-
lions under my window. The congress-
man from this district was occupying
the room next to mine, and those To-
coed musicians were serenading him,
probably hoping to be appointed post
master before long. They played ev-
cry blamed tune you ever heard of,
and I had to leave my own room and
go to one at the back of the hotel.
"That hadn't been used for a
long time, and things weren't in good
repair. I climbed into the bed and
was snoring a few quotations from the
classics, when all the Stats came down
at once and I landed on the floor on
my ear with my feet up on the foot
of the bed. I thought my back was
broken in three places, but I managed
to get up, and then I hiked back tt
my W room. I had left the window
open when I yelled at Jiggleson and
threw some furniture at his musicians,
and I was so sleepy I forgot to close it.
"The bed was right up against the
window, and I was just getting asleep
once more when it began to rain.
About forty gallons Of water blew in
on me before l could get the doggone
window closed. I had to rustic around
for a dry night shirt and some sheets
and things, and by that time I was
Of anything more aggravating than to
be dying for a good old-fashioned
sleep and then be unable to make con-
nections.
"At last I got into bed again, all
snug and comfortable, and was doing
some ground and lofty sleeping. Then
along came a guest who mistook my
room for his own, which was on the
floor above. 1t happened that his key
fitted the lock Of my door, so he opened
it and came in. When he saw me there
he took me by the ankles and dragged
me out onto the floor and sat on me,
and asked me what in thunder I meant
by occupying his bed, for which he had
paid in advance. It took ten minutes
to make things clear to him, and by
that time l felt like a driveling idiot.
"But I had n enough left to get
back into bed and make another try at
sleeping. I had slept about twenty.
seven watts when a big framed pic.
ture of my wife, which hung over the
! head of the bed, came down and
smashed itself on my face and put my
nose out of joint. Then I gave up. ]
put on my clothes and went down
/ stairs. ond sat up all night, hoping the
building wouldn't cave in On me. 1t
didn't, and that was the only bit Of
luck I had that night"