Called for a Fire and Got It.
“I shall never forget," said Lawyer McGaffey, “atrip I once took to Jefferson City, Mo., with the clever but erratic Stanley Huntley, author of the famous Spoopendyke papers. I was then practicing law in St. Louis, where Huntley was employed on one of the morning dailies, A mysterious poisoning case had been unearthed at Jefferson City, in which I was retained, and Huntley had been assigned to work up the story for his paper. When we reached the double room to which we had been assigned we found a big stove there, but not the sign of a fire. It was a bitter cold night, but we decided to go straight to bed and have the fire built the first thing in the morning.
“ Huntley was the first to open his eyes, and he awoke me by exclaiming that the water was frozen solid in the pitcher on the washstand. He looked around for an electric bell, but that was a luxury the hotel didn’t sport. A log of wood had been left over from the last fire, and seizing this Huntley began pounding on the carpet. But we were on the third floor, and, beyond knocking off the plaster in the room below, no results followed this attack.
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