. But there ain't
nothing mean about me, only I swear it's pretty cramped quarters, ain't
it, miss?" and he sat down on one end of the seat and put the toe of one
boot against the calf of his leg, took hold of the heel with the other
hand and began to pull it off.

"Sir!" says the lady, as she opened her eyes and began to take in the
situation, and she jumped up and glared at the Knight as though she
would eat him.

He stopped pulling on the boot heel, looked up at the woman, as she
threw a loose shawl over her low neck shoulders, and said:

"Now don't take on. The bookkeeper told me I could sleep on the lounge,
but you can have it, and I will turn in on the floor. I ain't no hog.
Sometimes they think we are a little rough up in Wausau, but we always
give the best places to the wimmen, and don't you forget it," and he
began tugging on the boot again.

By this time the elevator had reached the next floor, and as the door
opened the woman shot out of the door, and the elevator boy asked the
Knight what floor he wanted to go to. He said he "didn't want to go to
no floor," unless that woman wanted the lounge, but if she was huffy,
and didn't want to stay there, he was going to sleep on the lounge, and
he began to unbutton his vest.

Just then a dozen ladies and gentlemen got into the elevator from the
parlor floor, and they all looked at the Knight in astonishment. Five
of the ladies sat down on the plush seat, and he looked around at them,
picked up his boots and keister and started for the door, saying:

"O, say, this is too allfired much. I could get along well enough with
one woman and a man, but when they palm off twelve grown persons onto
a granger, in a sweat box like this, I had rather go to camp," and he
strode out, to be met by a policeman and the manager of the house and
two clerks, who had been called by the lady who got out first and who
said there was a drunken man in the elevator. They found that he was
sober, and all that ailed him was that he had not been salted, and
explanations followed and he was sent to his room by the stairs.

The next day some of the Knights heard the story, and it cost the Wausau
man several dollars to foot the bill at the bar, and they say he is
treating yet. Such accidents will happen in these large towns.

THE HOUSE GIRL RACE.

The Minneapolis fair has been for some months advertising a race of
twenty miles between a California and a Minnesota girl, on horseback,