Bogalusa enterprise and American. (Bogalusa, La.) 1918-19??, 1921-12-29
Summer Hotel
Boosters
By HELEN BROWN.

braithT' inquired young Mr.. Allen,
looking up from his seat in the swing
ing hammock. Half q dozen girls
we're grouped about his feet, in atti-
tudes Of worship, swhile Mr.. Allen
slowly famed himself with an imita-
tion palm leaf.
IF might take the liberty for an
instant, sir" replied Cyrus Galbraith,
the proprietor Of the fashionable sum-
mer mountain hotel.
! Excuse me, girls" said Mr.. Allen
jauntily.
/ Now, see here, Allen, said Cal
braith, I'm not going to stand for any
more OF this COMPOUNDED nonsense"
he said.
! "Why, what's the matter, Mr.. Cal
braith?" inquired the other, in sur
prise.
Matter, sirr' Numbered the land
lord. "Everything's the matter. Last
month l got circular from the Sum-
mer Hotel Improvement society, in
which they offered me an Adonis.
Amt that so?"b
/ That's me-" answered the other,
proudly.
Terms, fifteen dollars a week and
board for as long as the season last
ed" pursued the irate landlord. "And
you was to take each girl out in turn
for moonlight sail, to build up my
business and prevent Walt Smithers
getting all my young women away
from me, as he did last summer.
And what happens? Miss Jones left
last evening because she said it was
dull here. l know she's fifty and has
red hair and an inward squint. But
what of that? Weren't you paid to
take Miss Jones moonlight sailing,
and each Of the rest Of them, no mat
ter if they had blue hair and three
Of them wall eyes? And instead Of
that you've spent the last two solid
days with that Miss Moon, young
woman I've never seen here before
and never want to see again."
'Wen, Mr. Galbraith,' replied Mr..
Allen deferentially, wasn't I enter
tanning six of your young IadiesY
1t must be confessed that Bessie
Moon was a remarkably beautiful
young woman. While Mr.. Galbraith
sat modify before his desk, wearing
away the last vestiges of his rage,
the Office door opened and Miss Moon
stepped in.
you may order a carriage for me
at half-past three" she said coolly.
"Why, certainly, Miss Moon" re-
piled the proprietor, rubbing his
hands. You contemplate visiting the
renowned sulphur spring, of course?" |
"NO; l contemplate visiting the
railroad station" answered Miss
Moon. 81 understand that you have
mentioned my name in a conversation
with my friend, Mr.. Allen"
I'll" stammered Galbraith, and
before he had recovered his speech.
Miss Moon, instructing him TO send
her bill up to her room, had left the
office.
She went away on the same train
as Mr.. Allen, and the hotel grew
very lonely. On the morrow two sour
visaged spinsters packed up and left;
on the next day three young ladies
withdrew to Walt Smithers' place;
within a week Galbraith was curslng
his fate for the worst season that he
had had in years. At last, curiosity
overcoming his pride, he had his
horse saddled, and rode over the ten
miles of trail that separated his hotel
from his rivals. He dismOunted and
walked into the office. The hotel
looked like an undertaker's shop. Gal
braith frightened.
Morning, Smithers," he said, ex-
tending his hand cordially. Seems
to me-" he continued, "that your bust
ness is about as bad as mine this
year."
"What, your business bad, tool"
shouted Smlthers, exultantly.
'Never was worse" answered the !
other, "and l don't mind telling you, |
Smithers, that l thought I'd got the
best Of you. AlTs fair In trade, and / |
guess there won't be any bad feelings |
II ] admit that hired a young man |
to keep the ladies entertained. I'd
heard It was done. but this was my
Arst experience with the Summer Ho-
tel Improvement society, and"
"Wbati" shouted Smithers, leaping
up. "Xou hired young man from the
Summer Hetel Improvement societyT'
Listen" he said, and began read
ing: 1.-The Summer Hotel Improve
ment society has listed your name az
mat Of a possible patreR. We under
stand that Mr.. Galbraith Of the Sun
nySide hOtel, has hired a young man
TO entertain hls women guests. Pest
tive engagements guaranteed ell CHI
Oats staying three days or oveC.'"
THAT'S him." said GaIbraith, bit.
terry. "WellT"
ave effer you the services Of q
yOung lady Of suDeGhuman beauty, to
stay at Galbraith's hotel and wean
this Adonis away from the other
guests, thereby spelling his business