r an
hour and thirty minutes I got a chance to order some roast beef and baked
potatoes, but the perspiring, thick-headed pirate brought me some boiled
mutton and potatoes that looked as though they had been put in a wash-tub
and mashed by treading on them barefooted. I paid twenty-five
cents for a lemonade made of water and vinegar, with a piece of something
on top that might be lemon peel, and it might be pumpkin rind.

"The only night's rest I got was one night when I slept in a car seat. At
the hotel the regular guests were kept awake till 12 o'clock by number six
headed boys and girls dancing until midnight to the music of a
professional piano boxer, and then for two hours the young folks sat on
the stairs and yelled and laughed, and after that the girls went to bed
and talked two hours more, while the boys went and got drunk and sang
'Allegezan and Kalamazoo.'

"Why, at one place I was woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning by what I
thought was a chariot race in the hall outside, but it was only a lot of
young bloods rolling ten pins down by the rooms, using empty wine bottles
for pins and China cuspidores for balls. I would have gone out and shot
enough drunken galoots for a mess, only I was afraid a cuspidore would
carom on my jaw. Talk about rest, I would rather go to a boiler factory.

"Say, I don't know as you would believe it, but at one place I sent some
shirts and things to be washed, and they sent to my room a lot of female
underclothes, and when I kicked about it to the landlord he said I would
have to wear them, as they had no time to rectify mistakes. He said the
season was short and they had to get in their work, and he charged me
Fifth Avenue Hotel prices with a face that was child-like and bland, when
he knew I had been wiping on diapers for two days in place of towels.

"But I must get off here and see if I can find water enough to bathe all
over. I will see you down town after I bury these clothes."

And the sticky, cross man got off swearing at summer hotels and pirates.
We don't see where he could have been traveling.

PECK'S BAD BOY AND HIS PA.

HIS PA JOKES HIM.

"What on earth is that you have got on your upper lip?" said the grocery
man to the bad boy, as he came in and began to peel a rutabaga, and his
upper lip hung down over his teeth, and was covered with something that
looked like shoemaker's wax, "You look as though you had been digging
potatoes with your nose."

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