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Show IT WAS T'-t": RT3T HS COULD DO. Hotel M-"i r.Ude'Up In Charges for Poor Accommodations. Tho colonel had put up for the night nt a wretched hotel In a village In the southwest, and when ready to leave In the morning he was handed a bill of three dollars. Ho was no kicker, I but that thing seemed so much Ilka robbery that ho said: "Landlord, the meals I have eaten have been poor-very poor-very poor." "I don't dispute It," was the reply. "And the room was Blmply a mt hole." "Mighty pore room, Bah." "A"d yet you have charged me Just tht same as If I had stopped at a first-class first-class hotel." "Yes, I had to do It" "And will you kindly explain?" per slstcd tho colonel. "Well, It's ltko this, sab. I traded a sawmill for this tavern tav-ern a month ago. I don't know nothing noth-ing about the business and evorybody says I'll fall and I know I will, but meantime I'm going to do the best t can. I can't better tho rooms nor tho fodder, but I can charge at tho rate of throo dollars a day and make every traveler think he's been putting in time at Waldorf-Astoria. Three dollars, dol-lars, plonso. No mistake about your bill, sab." |