Show A salt lake hotel keeper in trouble if mine host mccluskey of the grand hotel on first south were to arito a book he would doubtless entitle it my marrow bones or how I 1 escaped a horse whipping his reasons lor giving it that appellation are embodied in the following tale of woe among the boarders at the grand are the misses anderson daughters of judge anderson of the second district court on wednesday evening last the young ladies concluded that they wanted a fira in their room they aam boned the genial mccluskey McClus koy and asked him to have the stoye in their apartment fired up now the genial mccluskey had acquired a jag during the day and ho feeling like wasting any kind ling wood just about that time ha was warm and there was no use of anyone else being cold bo he informed the young ladies that ha would see them in that realm where the bill of the ice man is uever rendered and hard coal sells for 10 a ton the year around before he would build or cause to be built any fires moro than than that he gassed the young ladies and said cusa words and made a holy chow of himself by his boorish conduct the misses andersoh Ander soo were frightened and fled for protection to the room of mrs witcher jones here they discussed tho conduct of their boniface to their hearts content now it so happened that me the sly old dog that he is listened to tha entire conversation and when it was he entered the room and inform edthe entire party that they were a lot of old hens and gossips and that the lord love em besides several other things but fate got on his track soon after and clung to the trail like the reaper death to a with smallpox small pox and in less than an hour mccluskey was preparing to meet his maker the missed anderson told their pa and mrs jonea informed fitchor Wi and the court and the capitalist decender dec ended on tha hotel man in platoons both intent on vengeance jones had a blacksnake whip and a revolving pistol while the court carried a galling gun and a war club jones turned his right hank while the judiciary fell on the main of the army of the caravansary and in a few minutes by the scales the president of the hash foundry waa on his knees begging the ladies and praying for a lease on existence of a few months at lease it was a scene worthy of a painters brush or snap shot from akosah but as there were no artists present word painting must suffice but they do say that when any of the ladies at the grand hotel want a fire that on farat request the whole retinue 1 of servants and the major domo rush up stairs and fall over each other to sae who will build it tribune |