THE MAN FROM DUBUQUE.
Last week, a young man from the country west of here came in on the
evening train and walked up to Grand avenue, with a fresh looking young
woman hanging on to one handle of a satchel while he held the other. They
turned into the Plankinton House, and with a wild light in his eye the man
went to the book and registered his name and that of the lady with him.
While the clerk was picking out a couple of rooms that were near together,
the man looked around at the colored man who had the satchel, and as the
clerk said, "Show the gentleman to No 65 and the lady to 67," he said,
"Hold on, 'squire! One room will do."
On being shown to the room, the bridegroom came right out with the bell
boy and appeared at the office. Picking out a benevolent looking
gentleman, with a good place to raise hair on his head, who was behind the
counter, the groom said:
"Say, can a man enjoy religion in this house?"
Mr. White said a man could if he brought it with him. They had none on
hand to issue out to guests, but they never interfered with those who had
it when they arrived.
"Why," says the manager of the house, "has anybody interfered with your
devotions here?"
"No, not here," said the man, wiping his forehead with a red handkerchief.
"But they have at Dubuque.
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