NOT WHAT HE FEARED.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXIII, Issue XVIII, 3 August 1912, Page 10

NOT WHAT HE FEARED.

A clerk in a Washington street hotel tells this one: "My first hotel job was in a Texas city. One morning a guest who had been celebrating umtisely the night before swayed up to the desk and asked tor some information. His name was Colonel Hawkins, and lie was the soul or politeness under all circumstances. And this morning he was looking worried. " 'Frank,' he whispered, 'my memory ot last night. I regret to say, suh, is pretty hazy. Confidentially, now—what did I do?' " 'Colonel,' said I, 'you got drunk and shot a man.' " 'Anything else?' !' 'Oee, isn't that about enough?' ■'It s unfortunate, yes, suh. But I was afraid 1 had insulted somebody.' "