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WORE MEN'S CLOTHES. A Wife | WORE MEN'S CLOTHES. | ||
A Wife Tramps From Georgia to Council Bluffs. | |||
"I don' believe I know you | A few days ago a bright appearing colored boy (?) came to the Grand hotel and asked permission to see the waiters. The desired permission was given and when the young man was introduced to the room where the waiters were assembled ready to enter the dining room, he walked up to one of the number, Ed. Jones, and said: | ||
"Good day, Mistah Jones." | |||
"Oh, I guess yo do | "I don' believe I know you," said Jones, after carefully scrutinizing the stranger. | ||
"Oh, I guess yo' do," returned the other, confidently, and Jones looked again. Suddenly a light broke over his astonished features and he exclaimed, "Fo de Lawd's sake, it's Nellie." And sure | |||
The young couple were married in Georgia and Jones, finding that he could not make a living there, emigrated to the north and finally came to Council Bluffs. | enough, it was Nellie. | ||
The young couple were married in Georgia, and Jones, finding that he could not make a living there, emigrated to the north and finally came to Council Bluffs. He had failed to hear from his wife for some time until she walked into the Grand. She had tired of the south too, and had concluded to follow her husband and had dressed herself in boy's or men's clothes and had tramped it to Council Bluffs. | |||
It is gratifying to relate that the romance had no unpleasant ending. Jones lost attendance on one meal, and the hotel while he was securing a place for himself and his wife, and then returned to work | It is gratifying to relate that the romance had no unpleasant ending. Jones lost attendance on one meal, and the hotel while he was securing a place for himself and his wife, and then returned to work.—Omaha Progress. | ||
Latest revision as of 03:42, 17 June 2023
WORE MEN'S CLOTHES. A Wife Tramps From Georgia to Council Bluffs. A few days ago a bright appearing colored boy (?) came to the Grand hotel and asked permission to see the waiters. The desired permission was given and when the young man was introduced to the room where the waiters were assembled ready to enter the dining room, he walked up to one of the number, Ed. Jones, and said: "Good day, Mistah Jones." "I don' believe I know you," said Jones, after carefully scrutinizing the stranger. "Oh, I guess yo' do," returned the other, confidently, and Jones looked again. Suddenly a light broke over his astonished features and he exclaimed, "Fo de Lawd's sake, it's Nellie." And sure enough, it was Nellie. The young couple were married in Georgia, and Jones, finding that he could not make a living there, emigrated to the north and finally came to Council Bluffs. He had failed to hear from his wife for some time until she walked into the Grand. She had tired of the south too, and had concluded to follow her husband and had dressed herself in boy's or men's clothes and had tramped it to Council Bluffs. It is gratifying to relate that the romance had no unpleasant ending. Jones lost attendance on one meal, and the hotel while he was securing a place for himself and his wife, and then returned to work.—Omaha Progress.