58 WHERE THE SPOKTSMAN LOVES TO LINGER. 



on a bare table while sitiiui;- at an ani»le of fortv-tive de- 

 grees, with an Indian as chief cook and bottle-washer, who 

 never could be hung for his cleanliness, to the dining-room 

 of the Hotel New Brunswick. It seemed good to get our 

 legs again under the nmhogany of a hotel dining-room. 

 Ilow sweet the clean linen and the neatly dressed waiter 

 gilds looked to us. 



TJie menu card contained all the a])i)etite could crave; 

 the viands were well cooked and ser\e(l to the (|ueeirs 

 taste. What a i)leasure sitting in the rotunda of the hotel 

 in a comfoi'table chair, smoking your favorite brand. 1 low 

 inviting was a ])oi-c('Iain bathtub, with ils necessary side- 

 partner. \\'hat a ''difference in the morning" between the 

 easy chair of a whitc^-coated tonsorial artist to having your 

 neck stretched over a slumj), with a clumsy Indian bran- 

 dishing a dull razor in close ])roximity to your jugular. 



It was Saturday when we arrivetl at Connoi-s; we 

 thought it was Sunday. (Jreatly to our disgust, anger and 

 mortihcation, the Kineo Indian that evening met some con- 

 vivial friends, who imbibed too freely of Canadian Club, 

 and, unfortunately for all of us, proceeded to paint the 

 little frontier town a beautiful crimson. ]\lost success- 

 fully they accom])lished the task, and ere tlu^ dcM-oraling 

 process ceased the roosters were informing the subjects of 

 King Edward that another day was dawning. To atonc^ 

 for this 'Svar dance," we, Indians and all, attended the 

 only church in town — a Catholic one. Much of the service 

 was in French. That language seemed to predominate on 

 both sides of the St. John. 



But Ave were not to get off so easily. While coming out 

 of church the Kineo Indian was served with a paper to 

 a])pear before "^My Lud'' the following morning. The 

 court, being informed of our profession, allowed us to ap- 



