The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1922-08-17
Summer Hotel
Boosters
By L BROWN.

49, 1850
tudes of worship, while Mr.. Allen
slowly famed himself with an imita'
ton 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 Gal
braith, I'm not going to stand for any
more Of this COMPOUNDED nonsense,
he said.
"Why, what's the matter, Mr.. Gal
braith?' inquired the other, in sur
prise.
Matter, sir" Numbered the land
lord. "Eyerything's the matter. Last
month / got a circular from the Sum
mer Hotel Improvement society, in
which they offered me an AdOnis.
Amt that sof"
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 vas to take each girl out In turn
for a 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. / 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, a young
woman I've never. seen here before
and never want to see again"
"Well, Mr.. Galbraith," replied Mr..
Allen deferentially, wasn't | enter
tanning six of your young ladies'"
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 coOIly.
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" .g
FL" stammered Galbrahh, and
before he had recovered his speech.
Miss Moon, i~nstpucting him to send
her bin up to her, room, had left the
office.
She went away on the same train
a. 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 cJirsing
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 > about as bad as mine this
year"
What, your business bad, tool"
shouted Smithers, exultantly.
Never was worse" answered the
other, and / don't mind telling you,
Smithers, that l thought I'd got the
best of you. Ais fair In trade, and ]
guess there won't be any bad feelings
If / admit that / hired a u man
10 keep the ladies entertained. I'd
heard 1t was done, but this was my
first experience with the Summer Ho-
tel Improvement society. and"
What" shouted Smithers, leaping
up. "You hired a young man from the
Summer Hotel Improvement societyg'
Listen" he said, and began read
ing ""The Summer Hotel Improve
ment society has listed your name as
that Of a possible patron. We under
stand that Mr.. Galbraith Of the sun
nyside hotel, has hired a young man
10 entertain his women guests. Posi-
tive engagements guaranteed all eli
ents staying three days or over"
That's him." said Gaibraith, bit
terly. "Well?"
1--WE offer you the services of a
young lady Of superhuman beauty, to
stay at Galbraith's hotel and wean
this Adonis away from the other
guests, thereby spelling his business
for the season. Our Miss Moon"
"Moonw yelled the other. Moon!
why. they both came from the same
shop"
Darling" said Arthur Allen,
where shall we go for our vacation
merit Year, Do you think the Adj
rondacks are played out YETI"
II guess not" answered Bessie,
smuggling up to him. Perhaps we
might try the Catskills. though, this