Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 May 1889 — Re Kicked Three Times. [ARTICLE]

Re Kicked Three Times.

“Yes, we meet with all sorts of people here,” answered the railroad conductor, as he sat down in the smoker after making his rounds. “It is a great place to study human nature.” “Aren’t there a good many kickers among travelers ?” “Pleaty of them. I conld have a fight every hour in the day if I wanted to talk back. There is one in the third seat ahead now. He lives at R , and he never comes or goes without trying to kick up a row.” “He seems quiet enough.” “But he only seems. I’m expecting every minute to hear liis war-whoop. It is just an hour’s run to R , and I’ll bet he makes three kicks in that time.” “I’ll go you for a box of cigars.” “Done, old fellow!” They were shaking hands on it when the man rose up and went to the water cooler. He took two or three sips of water and then walked back to the conductor and said: “When you get ready to clean the drugs and chemicals out of that coo'er please let me know. Perhaps I can buy half a ton of eopperas at wholesale figures.” “That’s one,” said the conductor, as the kicker took his seat. The train stopped and another round was made, and the conductor had scarcely taken his seat when the kicker came over and said : “If there is a window in this coach which can be raised I wish you w ould label it for me!” “That’s two,” whispered the conductor, “and we have sixteen miles to go yet.” The kicker <sat down to his newspaper, and he was so quiet for a time that the drummer began to have hopes. Eight—ten—twelve miles rolled behind the train, and he seemed deeply iterested in an article, when he suddenly bobbed up and came over to the conductor. “I’ll bet fifty to one there are fleas in this coach! I’ve just been bitten by something mighty like one, and I’m going to send in a complaint to headquarters.” “Are you satisfied?” asked the conductor after the kicker had taken his seat. “Pve got to be. And that’s his usual practice, is it ?” “O, lie’s let me off light to-day.” “Well, it’s worth a box of cigars to see into human nature in this way,” musea the drummer, as*the train drew up at R . The kicker and the conductor got off together, and the former softly queried: “Was it three kicks, Tom?” “Yes.” “And the bet?” “A box of cigars.” “All right. Bring my half down tonight. I’ll be going up again to-mor-row, and you see if you can’t make it six kicks and two boxes !”—New York Sun.