The Big Sandy News

LOCKED IN A ROOM.

Russell Sage Tells a Good Story on His
Friend Cyrus W. Field.

A funny thing happened while we
were at the Parker House in Boston
recently. Mr. Field got locked into his
room and could not get out. His per-
formance was very funny, but it illus-
trates his intense energy and restless-
ness. You see, we had been up till
after twelve o'clock fixing some papers.
I think it was one o'clock before we
went to our rooms. We had two rooms
that opened into a small private hall,
from which there was a door into the
main hall. Just as we were going up
the reporters all came after us. I would
not stop to talk to the reporters. I
never let them interview me, but Field
stopped to talk with them. It was
about 4:30 the next morning when I
heard him in his room. I knew right
away what was up. He had gotten
up early to get the first copy of
the paper to see what they said
about things. Pretty soon I heard
him go out in the small hall. It
was not long after that till he
was just raving. I made out from what
he said that he had broken the key in
the lock and could not open the door.
He went back to his room and tried to
ring the bell to communicate with the
office, but they had just put in a new-
fangled call bell and he did not know
how to work it. He tried it three or
four times and then went back to the
door, where he stood and called
"Porter" and "Hall boy," and climbed
up and looked over the transom. I
saw I was not to get any more sleep,
so I went out where he was. Well, do
you know that man from 4:30 until
eight o'clock kept up an incessant call-
ing, mingled with attempts to make
the bell ring, pounding on the door,
and other noises to attract the atten-
tion of some one to release us. Finally
about 7:30 a man in the next room
called out to know what was the matter
and on finding out rang his bell and so
brought up a bell boy. It was after
eight o'clock when we were released,
because they had to send for the lock-
smith, who had to take the lock off
before it could be opened. I suppose I
ought not to tell it on Cyrus, but really
it was too good a joke to keep.—Chicago Tribune.