OCR Text |
Show "Where He Drew tho Line. "I recently was In a small Nebraska town, where J stopjwd one night at a house that was a tavern, saloon. Jail and real estate agency combined." said a commercial com-mercial traveler. "The landlord, who was itiso 1 lie Sheriff of the tovn. came out to welcome me, and he seemed to be a very i lee sort of a man While walling for dinner one of live or six men lounging around liio plaun ontcred the dining-room end askod m for a chew of tobacco," "Jim. you mustn't do it; you really njutun'L" said the landlord. "1 want to do what's right, sir. but I must- draw the line somewhere. Von jailbirds must not tiy to put yourselves on an equality with tho gue.sts of my hotel." "A Jailbird, did you say?" I asked :is .".ni w1 tod tew. "Yes; he's in for two months. All the ciowd out there are in jail." "But whore's" tli? JailV" 1 i'.:qulr"d. "Right her.'. 'Taln'l no silver-plated pnlaci, I'll admit, but It's the best the county can afford." "Whore do yon lock them up?" "Nowhere. There Isn't a lock on any ".oor " "But what prevents 'em from running u way V "Nothing In pi-rtlckler. Reckon they'll all clear oat as soon as the prub glis poor : nd I begin to water the whisky turn of the i!.-w rear." "And you won't iry to stop them?" "Oh, no. I'm willing to Ixi Sheriff and Jailor, and 1 want to see the country get ;.long, bul they needn't put too many burdens bur-dens onto m? " New York Pro.. |