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A Bell-boy's Secrets

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Day
1
Month
June
Year
1883
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Public Domain
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From the Chicago News. "Front, take the gentlenian's card to parlor.- " A bell-boy, with hair the shade of shucks in the f all, went on the gallop with thesilvor plate, at the mandato of the diamond-decked clerk, of tho Palmer. " A bell-boy in a hotel," said the clerk "has some chance to get a start if he understands his business. You ask that kid, on whom you have spent your sympathy, how much he makes. If he could be inducod to teil the truth ho will give you a good story." It required a retainer to induce the chuck-haired youth to recover from his embarrassment, and then he wanted to begin by saying where ho was born. and shed a tear over the early trials of his people. Whea he had passed all the mile-stones, he came down to tho story. Sometimes he made as much as $12 a week on the outside. Ten dollars was a cold weather week, and no bellboy who couldn't make that much in a first-class hotel in se ven days, outside of his pittance of a salary, never rose to be a floor-walker or a steward. "What's the name of that old man from down east - that fellow who was vice-president, or something of that sort, for half an hour down in Washington one day?" The boy recognized the name of Senator Bayard. "It seems to me," he resurned, "that he is a prettv old one to be so far away from home just for a frolic. He must want somethin' mighty bad." The listener sought to soothe the apparent unjust opinión of the urchin by remarking that Senator Bayard might be President some day. "It'll be a cold dav when he is," the boy replied with promDtness. "He hasn't spent a cent since he's been here. There hasn't beea a ring of his bell since he went int o his room. Tve made a dozen trips there to-night with oards and thing8 and I never got a glimpse of him. I never heard nothing from him but once. Then he came to the key-hole and said he didn't wantto be annoyed any more, if he was he would get up and go to another tavern. " Yes," resumed the boy, or, more properly man, for what had boen at íirst a boy had developed into maturitv. "Fve waited on a good niany big ones, and had chances to study 'em se that I can size up a man alniost by the way he rings. The daisy men to wait upon are Mr. Ingersoll - I never would eall him Bob- and Jere Black. I remember ono time 1 made a run on Jcre Blaek's room, and he says, 'How much did I give you on tho first run?' -Fifty cents.' Weli,' says he, 'here sa SljjöO."1 He seemed as if he meant it when he gave it, and 1 put that in the bank just as I got it from him, and it's there vet. Mr. Ingersoll treats diü more as 1 was brung up to believe Christians act than heathens. He always shakes hands with me, and talks with me, just as though I was neecssary to hira. 'Pun my soul, it always makes me feel mean to take any chaneje from him. I am always winner at the rate of two and a half a day when he comes where I am. I wish they would put up Black for President and Mr. Ingersoll for Vice President. They'd ketch every hotel vote in the country," The boy went on ancther run, and when ho retnrned seemed to have been attacked somewhere on the road with "d3'spepsia." It mak3 me sick to have to go on a run for a woman's ring," he began. "They never want anything except somethin' from a drug store, or a magazine, and when vou bring 'cm back the chango they look it over, end count it, and look at it, as if they wanted to say, 'how much did you eleal?' There's one wom.in - I should (ay lady - who is an exoeption- that's Mrs. Logan, wife of the Senator. She beati him all holler. She never rings when she is in a hotel unless she wants somethin', and every ring she gives is worth a half case. I wonld vote for Senator Logan if he was runnin' for President, on account of his wife. Miss Logan." "Who is worth the most to you, a Democrat, or a Republican?" "Detnocrat. especially when they room together. I remember one nigli when Mr. Watterson. a newspaper editor in Kentnoky, and Mayor Harrison and Mr. Tom. Hoyne and somebody else had a room together. My, what a gallus time they had. I bought one of Mr. Watterson'sj papers a few days after that, and the meanest thing I ever read was in his paper, written from here, about Mr. Mayor Harrison. I never heard of our Mayor gamblin', but I've always had a sneaking notion he "called" the Kentuckian that night." "You were here when the last Republican national convention met?" "Oh, my!" Then he covered himself and remarked in a reviving tone, "It always makes me have the heart disease to think of that time. I think if I had been a delégate to that convention, knowin' what I saw and havin' a gift of gab, I could have made my reputation in one speech. Talk aboüt a picnic} Why it was a circus with picnics for side-shows and a brass band for every act. Why, I saw Don Cameron and Mr. Arthur have a quarrel which I thought would result in a fight, and I saw Mr. Conklin' inake them make up and shake, Do you remember that feller from Texas who said he wanted everything he coul 1 get - I forget his name. Well, I heard him teil Mr. Foster of Ohio one night that if he ever hinted somthin' - I don"t know what it was - he'd mop up the sidewalk with him. But it came near ruinin' Potter Palmer. 1 don't wonder at his being a Democrat. The nicest man I came across here durin' them stormy times was Senator Br.'ce. He never seemed to think he was any better than anybody else, and he never met me that I didn't get a qnarter, no matter whether he wanted anything or not. What was the name of that little man who wanted Mr. Blaine to beat Mr. Grant-Frye - vos, I think I could have been hired to teil him somethino' one night that he asked me. What a red circus that was. I ncver expect another, if I was to live until my body got as big as David Davis. 'Actors are liberal," he said. "They want a heup, but they are willing to pay for it. Miss Abbott is an awful nice little one, and throws süver half dollars over the transotns when you take her up apollinaris. But if evor Catheriue Lewis comes to this house while l'ni here, I ara going to ask for a vacation. Never raind askin' me anything. But there's a woruau would break up any hotel on earth, if she stayed at it long enough. It don't require a very fly bell boy to teil a new married oouple. Some times they try hide it by doublin' the hush money, but it is no use. What becomesof us when we grow up? Generally get to be a aight clerk if we art! honest, and then a day olerk, and whon adftvolerk gets a solid sit in a first-class hotel, ho's goud for about anything that happens to irike him. ïhere's notbin' toe good :or a hotel clerk if he can throw sand in the drop's eyes. What I have said is straight, and the bar-keeper knows it. When Iget through a runnin' calis my ambition is to be the main take of the gin mili."

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