Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 September 1883 — A Hotel Clerk for Once Comes to Grief. [ARTICLE]

A Hotel Clerk for Once Comes to Grief.

Some of the boys put up a job on a Cincinnati hotel clerk. A lady had registered during the day and was assigned a room. One of the boys knew her, and knew also that her husband would come in on a late train, so he tola the others and they met the husband at the train, took him to the hotel, and sent him to his wife’s room without letting the clerk see him. About half-past 11 o’clock, while the crowd was in the office, the watchman came down, and, after a whispered conference with the clerk in which could be heard some*thing about a man in 214, the clerk and watchman skipped up stairs. The boys followed and got within hearing distance. Just as they reached the door they heard the following: “Listen!” said the watchman; “hear his voice?” “That’s so; a mqn as sure as the world; wonder who he is; she looked like a lady, too,” said the eierk. “You can’t always sajd the watchman; “I look miglityclose at them kind.” “Well, we can’t have it. and I’ll throw her out!” And he knocked at the door. All was still. Then another knock. “Who’s there?” said ft woman’s voice. “It’s me, the clerk, ” was the ungrammatical reply. “Wiiat do you want ?” “Open the door. There’s something important!” “I can’t; I’m not dressed.” “But you must.” “I tell you I won’t.” “Will you tell me if there is a man in there?” * “Yes, there is.” “Well, that’s what tlife row’s about, and he’s got to come o“ut or I’ll kick the door do-vyt). This js a respectable hotel, and we won’t stand any sdOh performances!” - Then the door opened and a man appeared. • “What’s the matter with you?” he asked. / /‘What are you doing in there this time-of night?” asked the clerk. “I’m getting ready to go tobed.” “But you don’t do it in this hotel. Both of you get upp. d. q., or I’ll call the police. ” “All right. Call your police. If a man and his wife can’t stop peaceably at a hotel, it’s time the police were cleaning the place out.” “What’s that? Are yon her husband ?” “Why, you blamed fool, did you think I wasn’t.” Then there was a guffaw at the other end of the hall, and the clerk looked up in time to see six coat-tails disappearing around the corner, and when he got down to the office the boys were waiting for him to “set ’em up,” and he did.— Hotel Reporter.