They Weren't Sandwiches

Among the score of us who rushed into a railroad eating-house in Mississippi at the cali of "twenty minutes for dinner," was a chap who had his mind made up to say soiaething unpleasant when he oame to pay for his meal. He was growling when he went in, and he jawed all the time he was eating, and when he slouched up to the desk to pay his seventy-ftve cents hn broke out with: - "Them sandwiches are enongh to kul . dog!" 'What sandwickes?" "Why. them oa the table.. "But we have no sandwiches on the table, sir," protested the landlord. "You haven't? Well, I should like to know what you cali them roasted brick-bats on that blue platter?" "You didn't try to eat one of those?'' -Yes, I did!" "Then, my friend, you had better go for a doctor at once! Those are table ornaments, made of terra-cotta, anc wcre placed there to help hll up space: Lord o' cata! but vou must have lived in a cane-brake all your, life!" The traveller rushed into the car and began to suck at a brandy-flask, and he didn't get over looking pale for three hours. And they were sandwiches after all- real good ham sandwiches made that day Tho landlord had adopted that particular style; instead of using a club}