"If you will step outside the door, suh, you can hear the splashing down
the hall. It is the custom, however, foh gentlemen at tub to keep the
bath-room door closed, in case of ladies promenading. You will have time
foh your preliminary toilet and foh a little refreshment and a pasear in
town. I judge, with five ahead of you and one in, the clerk was mighty
near right when he said about two hours. That allows twenty minutes to
each gentleman, which is the limit. A gentleman who requires more than
twenty minutes to insure his respectability, suh, is too dirty foh such
accommodations. He should resort to the river. Ain't that so, Bill?"
"Perfectly correct, Colonel. I kin take an all-over, myself, in fifteen,
whenever it's healthy."
"But a dollar and a half for a twenty minutes' bath in a public tub is
rather steep, seems to me," said I, as I removed my coat and opened my
bag.
"Not so, suh, if I may question your judgment," the Colonel reproved. "The
tub, suh, is private to the person in it. He is never intruded upon unless
he hawgs his time or the water disagrees with him. The water, suh, is
hauled from the river by a toilsome journey of three miles. You
understand, suh, that this great and growing city is founded upon the
sheer face of the Red Desert, where the railroad stopped--the river being
occupied by a Government reservation named Fort Steele. The
Government--the United States Government, suh--having corralled the river
where the railroad crosses, until we procure a nearer supply by artesian
wells or by laying a pipe line we are public spirited enough to haul our
water bodily, for ablution purposes, at ten dollars the barrel, or ten
cents, one dime, the bucket. A bath, suh, uses up consider'ble water, even
if at a slight reduction you are privileged to double up with another
gentleman."
I shuddered at the thought of thus "doubling up." God, how my stomach sank
and my gorge rose as I rummaged through that bag, and with my toilet
articles in hand faced the washstand!
They two intently watched my operations; the Colonel craned to peer into
my valise--and presently I might interpret his curiosity.
"The prime old bourbon served at the fust-class New York bars still
maintains its reputation, I dare hope, suh?" he interrogated.
"I cannot say, I'm sure," I replied.
"No, suh," he agreed. "Doubtless you are partial to your own stock. That
bottle which I see doesn't happen to be a sample of your favorite
preservative?"
"That?" I retorted. "It is toilet water. I am sorry to say I have no
liquor with me."
"The deficiency will soon be forgotten, suh," the Colonel bravely
consoled. "Bill, we shall have to personally conduct him and provide him
with the proper entertainment."
"What is your special line o' business, if you don't mind my axin'?" Bill
invited.
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