Hudson
We were turing gaily down the main st of Hudson when a man of 12 years
capered out from the side walk and hoped on the runing board.
Do you want a good garage he arsked with a dirty look.
Why yes my good man replid my father tenderly but first where is the
best hotel.
I will take you there said the man.
I must be a grate favorite in Hudson my father wispered at my mother.
Soon folling the mans directions we puled up in front of a hotel but
when my father went at the register the clerk said I am full tonight.
Where do you get it around here arsked my father tenderly.
We have no rooms replid the senile clerk paying no tension to my old
mans remark but there is a woman acrost the st that takes loggers.
[Illustration: _The Man of Twelve years_]
Not to excess I hope replid my father but soon we went acrost the st
and the woman agrede to bord us for the night so myself and mother
went to our apartmunts wilst my father and the 12 year old besought
the garage. When we finley got reunited and went back to the hotel for
supper it was past 8 oclock as a person could of told from the viands.
Latter in front of our loggings we again met the young man who had
welcomed us to Hudson and called my father to 1 side.
There is a sailer going to spend the night here he said in a horse
wisper witch has walked all the way from his home Schenectady and he
has got to report on his ship in New York tomorrow afternoon and has
got no money so if he dont get a free ride he will be up vs it.
He can ride with us replid my father with a hiccup if tomorrow is
anything like today a sailer will not feel out of place in my costly
moter.
I will tell him replid the man with a corse jesture.
Will you call us at ½ past 5 my mother reqested to our lanlady as we
entered our Hudson barracks.
I will if I am awake she replid useing her handkerchief to some extent.
Latter we wandered how anybody could help from being awake in that hot
bed of mones and grones and cat calls and caterwauls and gulish screaks
of all kinds and tho we had rose erly at Syracuse and had a day of
retchedness we was all more than ready to get up when she wraped on our
door long ere day brake.
Where is that sailer that stoped here last night quired my father as we
was about to make a lordly outburst.
He wouldnt pay his bill and razed hell so I kicked him out replid the
lanlady in her bear feet.
Without farther adieu my father payed his bill and we walked into the
dismul st so I will end this chapter by leaveing the fare lanlady
flaping in the door way in her sredded night gown.
[Illustration: _Our lanlady in Hudson_]