The Other Fellow

ook. This individual wore a check suit of the latest London cut, big broad-soled Piccadilly shoes, and smoked a brierwood pipe which he constantly filled from a ru

spot since we started, except at meal-time and at midnight, when Fritz, the smoking-room steward, had turned them out to air the room. Scattered about were other passengers-some reading, some playing checkers or backgammon, othe

m, many of the old-timers wondering how long it would be before the third officer would tap the check suit on the shoulder, and send it and him to bed under charge of a steward. The constant admonitions of his companions seemed to have

elid); and if he has any positive convictions of the superiority of that section of the Anglo-Saxon race to which he belongs,-and he invariably has,-he keeps them to himself, certainly

nergy of many sodas pressed against his tongue, and an explosion was inevitable. No portion of these excitants, strange to sa

ithin ten days' sail of New York, that could blow the bloody stuffin' out of every man

ry and Conquest of Cuba; and so, being desirous to read in peace, I nodded to the Doctor and Todd, p

eck, and jammed the portholes and doors of the room with curious faces. Then I heard a voice rise clear above the noise inside

ffort to break loose he had wormed himself out of his coat. Beside their table, close enough to put his hand on any one of them

in his eye of a cat about to spring, stood the young baron. As I reached the centre of the mêlée, wondering what had been the provocation and who had struck the first blow, I saw the baron lean forward, and heard him say in a low

was low and concentrated, like that of one accustomed to command. "Take your hands off him, gentlemen, if you please. I don't think he has so far lost his senses as to

obe of fair play. The young man in the check suit, who was now on his feet, looked the speaker straight in the eye, and, half drunk as he

d? That's the kind of stuff! Now, gentlemen, all tog

to the Doctor's invitation to loosen his legs and his lungs. He did not show the slightest em

o know him, and how delighted he would be if he would join them and "take someth

down beside the old man, his face lighting up with a smile as he made room for us. Then laying his hand on my knee, with the manner of an older man, he said: "I ought not to have given way, perhaps; but the truth is, I'm not accustomed to hear such things at home. I did not know until I got close to him that he had b

y, and his hand fell from my knee. For a mome

faint. The baron started for a glass

e attacks; it will pass off in a moment," and he glanced around the r

vely, in an undertone. His trained eye had caught the pecu

nd again on my knee, with an added graciousness in his manner, as if in apology for the shock he had given me. "It's passing off,-yes, I'm better now." Then, in a more cheerful tone, as if to change the subject, he

ed sympathetically; although I remembered a

her mother died." His voice fell, and for the first time I saw a shade of sadness cross his face. The Doctor saw it too, for there was a slight quaver in his voice when he said, as he rose, that his stateroom was No. 13, and he would b

efense of his country's good name, though I was still in the dark as to what had been the provocation. All I could gather from the young baron, in his broken English, was that the Englishman had maligned the motives of our g

" I began, hoping to get some

a tone that implied he did not care to discuss eithe

ty sleeve seemed suddenly to ha

be worrying. He bade the occupants of the room good-night, many of whom, including the baron and the Doctor,

man Shaw Todd, Esquire, roused himself from his chai

no part of it was addressed to this very peculiar person; and it is just like that kind of an American, full of bombast and bluster, to feel offended. Besides, every word the young man said was true. There is a great deal of politics in this Cuban business,-you know it, and I know it. We have no men trained for colonial life, and we never shall have, so long as our better class keep aloof from politics. The island will be made a camping-ground for vulgar politicians-no question about it. Think, now, of send

There was evidently no composite, explosive epithet deadly enough within reach at the momen

had applauded the loudest at the apology of the Englishman, dropped in

ow who the old ma

N

e wouldn't go to Congress, preferring to stay by her, and it almost broke his heart when she died. Poor old man,-don't look as if he was long for this world. I expected him to mop up the floor with that Englishman, sick as he is; and he would, if he hadn't apologized. I heard, too, what your friend who has just gone ou

ay?" asked

stands by 'em, and compels the manufacturers to deal square; and if they don't, he joins the men and fights it out with the bosses. If the men are wrong, and want what the furnaces can't give 'em,-and there's been a good d

education," interrupted the Doct

the kilns, and they say you could always find him with a spelling-book in one han

ss?" The Doctor's eyes wer

meant election for him. He told 'em his wife had stuck by him all her life, had washed his flannel shirts for him and cooked his dinner, and that he was going to stick by her now she was down. But I tell you what he did do:

ad was his only chance, and the daughter begged so he made the trip. He was so sick when he went out that he took a coffin with him,-it's in the hold now. I heard him tell his daughter this morning that it was all right now, and he thought he'

ed. I had been strangely absorbed i

to draw the charge,-that's when the red-hot iron is about to flow out of the furnace, you know, the outlet got clogged. That's a bad thing to happen to a furnace; for if a chill should set in, the whole plant would be ruined. Then, again, it might explode and tear everything to pieces. Some of the men jumped into the pit with their crowbars, and began to jab a

r. Then he stopped, and, looking down at me, said slowly, pointin

ing death like a hero-a soldier and patriot. What is ther

silk-stockinged, sweet-scented Anglomaniac from

TER O

rbles kept the shop. "Joseph Marbles, S

en end of the State, where they raised rocks enough to make four stone fences to the acre. Joe always looked to me as if he had lived off the crop. The

third year, and then she had been carried to the cemetery on the hill, and another stone

ore entitled to his love and reverent remembrance. It was rather as an appendage to his household, a curiosity, a natural freak, as one would di

an impression upon him as the companionship of this "poor creeter," and that underneath hi

n when she had one ov them tantrums." Sometimes he would recount some joke he had played upon her, rubbi

wnstairs, and in the last sickness, the one that killed her, but she believed all the time she wuz, which was wuss. Every time the druggist would git out a new red card and stick it in his winder, with a cure fer cold, or chilblains, er croup, er e'sipelas, she'd go and buy it, an' out 'd cum ther cork, and she a-tastin' ov it 'fore she got hum. She used ter rub herself with St. Jiminy's intment, and soak her feet in sea-salt, and cover herself with plasters till yer couldn't rest. Why, ther cum a feller once who painted a yaller sign

her night, vowin' it was doin' her a heap er good, and I a-gettin' ther bottle filled at Sarcy's ther druggist's, and payin' fifty cents every time he put er new cork in it. I tried ter reason with her, but it warn't no use; she would have it, and if she could have got outer bed and looked round at the spring crop of adve

ght come cheaper, but it wuz a mighty pertic

ul?' He 'lowed it warn't, and thet ye might take er barrel of it and it w

thet costs so, don't put so much in.' Well, he laffed, and said ther warn't no r

and held it up ter ther light. It was kind er persimmony and dark-lookin', ez if it had rusty nails in it; and so thet night when I goes hum I sez ter her, 'Down ter ther other druggist's I kin git twice as much Tincter fer fifty cents as I kin at Sarcy's, and if yer don't mind I'll gi

Tincter, and thet's what's doin' ov yer good.' Well, she never suspicioned; jest kept on, night and day,

o as you wouldn't know her. Now an' then she'd meet the doctor, and she'd say how she'd never a-lived but fer ther Tincter, and he'd laff and drive on

z, and she smells i

ut in a glass, and I sez: 'It's most time to take yer medicine. I kin beat Gus Sarc

ALS FOR

on, Vt., had invited me to lecture o

the knock-kneed, bandy-legged hack-two front wheels bowe

se, confectionery store, druggist's, and hotel. Up the incline is a scattering of cigar-stores, butcher shops, real-estate agencies, and one lone restaurant. You know it is a restaurant

als for

seven o'clock, and it was then four, I was absorbed mentally in arranging a bill of fare. Broiled chicken, of course, I said to myself-always get delicious broiled chicken in the country-

and-polished tables, small bar with cut-glass decanters, Franklin stoves in the bedrooms, and the like. I could already see the lunch

hen the driver pulled his legs out of a buffalo-r

n't'n

ot

c columns these-supporting a pediment of like material and color. Half-way up these supports hung a balcony, where the Fourth of July orator always stands when he addresse

d fur overcoat." This to th

e for a drummer, for he stowed the bag behind the desk, and hung the overcoat up

id, "Want supper?" with a tone in his voice that convinced me he had not hea

our a broiled chicken, some celery, and any vegetable which yo

d not looked at him with any degree of interest before. He had been

ous complexion. His hair was brushed like a barber's, with a scooping curl over the forehead; his neck was long and thin-so long that his apple

t seven,"

, came wi

ten anything since breakfast,

oked 'tween meals

t I g

then. Yer couldn't get a bottle in Norrington with a club. This town's

wood fire." I

to No. 37, and turn on the steam. Your turn next"-and he hande

a patent wash-stand that folded up to look like a bookcase, s

dows; came down and ta

a restaura

ck above.

-just kept on chew

another ho

worm wi

N

bitant-not even a committeeman. It was

that time I could have eate

ngle bell. Inside was a cake shop, presided over by a thin woman in a gingham dress and black l

at? Steak, ham and eggs-anythi

ss you'll have to excuse us; we're just bakin', and this is

. I had no time for lengthy discussions that

o sell. Everybody going about their business with full stomachs, happy, contented,-all with homes, and firesides, and i

me in. She was a rather amiable-looki

e common law of hunger brings you down and h

r," edging to

ungry. It's baking-day at Nichols. Do yo

yeing me suspiciously. "Hungry, be ye? W

d set me down in a big chintz-covered rocking chair, near the geraniums in the windows, and have her daughter-a nice, fresh, rosy-cheeked girl in an apr

ichols is baking, I guess ye'l

rose before me the sign down the hill nea

e appetite. I would eat t

extra-dry oyster-shells and the poo

ith cigars; behind this was a row of shelves with jars of candy, and level with the lower shelf my eye caught

t somethi

n the air, surmounting a round, good-n

hat'll y

mfort and food and things! I

fried potatoes-w

e yit for supper, but we ki

f the room, disclosing three square tables with white

dividing the curtains again

cel

ome 'cross to ther groc

I lowered my voice-"could y

ot a doctor's

ite one?" I a

." And he

ng four bunches of celery and a pa

eserves

, any

pricots?" I inquired

o rusberry, but

hing

ter look 'em ove

elery and candles, and car

d "Bouquet" attracted my eye; each cigar had a little paper band around its middle. I

lpaca dress and a disgusted expression. It was evident that she resented my hunger as a personal affront-stop

of celery out of the four bunches, and a preserve-dish, about the size of

opened the paraffine candles, poured out half a glass, and demolished the celery and peaches. I

k me: "Could she p

uld find the eggs; most everythin

nocent-looking things-pinched and shriveled up, as if they had fainted at sight of the hot water and died in great agony. The toast, too, on which they

d a young woman entered and ask

e curtains screening off the candy store from the restaurant. T

st of the paraffine, and called out t

" came the proprietor

one of

just as it was, holding the mouth

ow how

er, ten cents; steak, ten; peaches, five; celery, three; eggs on toast, ten; one bo-ket, four." Th

Y-TWO

he was the proprietor came to my room.

ll be the last time. It's a kind o' mou

now m

street two hours ago. I couldn't get anything to eat at Nichols, and so I had t

with a look of

-meals-for-a-

es

u swall

eggs, peaches, an

per-prob'bility is you won't want no breakfast, either. You'd better eaten

the clerk,

interrupted in an

where I registered-that lon

front of you. 'Sheriff's sale; all the stock and fixtures of the Norrington Arms to be sold on Wednesday morning'-that's to-morrow-'by order of the Court.' You