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Aunt Cornelia was beside her husband now. "No, no," Blev answered the look on the two faces; "nothin' ain't the matter of Sammy. He's jest married that little Huldy Frew 'at's been waitin' on table at Aunt Randy Card's ho-tel. You know, Aunt Cornely, she is a mighty pretty little trick and there ain't nothin' bad about the gal.
"If he'd 'a' been here tendin' to duty under his oath, in place of skulkin' out and leavin' the town wide open to anybody that wanted to set a match to it, this thing wouldn't 'a' happened, I tell you, gentlemen. Look at it! look at my store, look at the ho-tel, look at everything on that side of the square! Gone to hell, every stick of it! And that's the man to blame!"
At the conclusion of the story, as Marty was pumping a pail of water for the kitchen shelf, Walky said: "Gimme a dipper o' that, boy. My mouth's so dry I can't speak the trewth. That's it thanky!" "Ye oughtn't to be dry, Walky comin' right past Lem Parraday's ho-tel," remarked Mr. Day, with a chuckle. "Wal, naow! that's what I was goin' ter speak abeout," said Walky, with sudden vigor.
Then he talks to the cook, comes out an' gits in the buggy, an' drives half-way 'long that side of the square, about two hund'ed feet, to the grocery sto', and orders half a pound of coffee or a pound of lard, or whatever the ho-tel needs for the day, then comes out, climbs in the buggy and drives back.
"Ef I concluded to pass over my lines to a friend and take a pasear up yer this evening," said Bill, eying Jeff sharply, "I don't know ez thar's any law agin it! Onless yer keepin' a private branch o' the Occidental Ho-tel, and on'y take in fash'n'ble fammerlies!" Jeff, with a rising color, protested against such a supposition.
"Howdy do?" said the newcomer amiably. "Hope you've been well." "Quite well," returned the colonel, "how are you?" "Oh, just tol'able. Tendin' co't?" "No, I came down here to see a man that's attending court your friend Fetters. I suppose he'll be in to dinner." "Oh, yes, but he ain't come in yet. I reckon you find the ho-tel a little different from the time you were here befo'."
And all the time she was talkin' to me like that, where do you reckon that Jedlick feller was at?" "In the saloon, I guess, firin' up." "No, he wasn't, Duke. He was settin' right in that ho-tel, with his old flat feet under the table, shovelin' in pie. He come out pickin' his teeth purty soon, standin' there by the door, dern him, like he owned the dump. Well, he may, for all I know.
I will consider myself fortunate if we have an early reunion. I am stopping at Claridge's Ho-tel, and I hope to be privileged to receive you there. The Reflections of a Cured Dyspeptic Thirty-five hours later I found myself in my rooms in Westminster. I thought there might be a message for me there, for I didn't propose to go and call openly on Blenkiron at Claridge's till I had his instructions.
We found the purser in that condition of harassment which appears to belong, like its uniform, to his post, when a ship is clearing the land. He was inclined at first to adopt a pretty short way with us. He really didn't know what emigrants wanted these days. Did they think a ship's steerage was a ho-tel? And so forth.
The Minnesota is a very comfortable boat, and with the exception of one or two farmers and their families, and an old Frenchwoman, we had her to ourselves. The captain was a genial, large-hearted Yankee, the steward and pretty little maid were very attentive; and, by contrast with the "Ho-tel," we thought ourselves in pleasant quarters.
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