Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 16, 2025
He marched out in hurt dignity, followed by his train, many of whom, in loyalty to their host, sneered openly at the bar-tender as they passed. Outside the Colonel poised himself in gala attitude, and benignantly surveyed our quiet little Main Street in both directions. Across the way in the door of the First National Bank stood Asa Bundy, a look of interest on his face.
The last we saw of the odoriferous citizen he was trying to bribe the bar-tender to tell him which one of those pelicans it was that put that slice of cheese in his hat-lining. A woman of Bay City, Michigan, disguised herself as a man and clerked in a store for a year, and then applied for membership in the Knights of Pythias and was initiated.
A fine, balmy spring day. Let us be out and away to mossy dells. Why stay in this low drinking-place when all Nature beckons? Come on back to Hoffmuller's. Besides," he cast a reproachful look at the bar-tender, "the hospitality of this place is not what an upright citizen of this great republic has a right to expect when he's throwing his good money right and left."
He even made inquiries of a master-plumber, of a Fourth Avenue vender of antiques, of a hairy woman with one eye who ran a news-stand, of a bar-tender, of saloon-keepers and bootblacks. He drifted through a department store, and whispered to a pretty girl who sold "art pictures." She shook her head.
The rest had turned to each other, embracing frantically, and repeating his words in a kind of frenzy. Presently McGrath raised his hand, and, as silence was restored at the signal, turned to the bar-tender with his thin smile. "Set 'em up, Dick," he said composedly. "It's on me, this time, and we'll drink to better days."
"It's not to the point that I'm no better, but if any of you feel insulted, I'll be happy to make what I've said good." "Cut it out, Cyril! Can't have a circus here!" exclaimed the bar-tender. "You needn't be afraid. They look pretty tame," Jernyngham rejoined, and going on to the door, shook hands with Prescott. "Tell Colston he has my last word," he said.
It was not without much misgiving that Ralph gave the dollar and eighty-two cents to the bar-tender, and returned the empty wallet to his pocket. But Rhyming Joe soon engaged him again in conversation. The young man seemed to be deeply interested in the movement to restore the boy to his family rights and possessions.
"Just as nine-tenths of them do," she replied. "We take up with some one who is seemingly kind. It's an awful mistake. They profit at our expense every day. They take our earnings of sin, and are often brutal besides," she sobbed. "But does not the vagrancy law protect you?" I asked. "No; not so long as they can prove they are working," she answered. "He is a bar-tender."
The bar-tender came out from behind his bar and approached the couple. "Oh, by the way," he asked, "did ye have a ticket for your passage up, or was ye goin' to pay your fare?" "Oh, no!" said Ralph, "I ain't got any ticket. Mr. Sharpman paid my fare down, but I was goin' to pay it back, myself."
The bar-keeper nodded, and Percy, transferring his attention to the free lunch, stowed away a large amount. Frank observed with some uneasiness the transfer of his entire cash capital to the bar-tender; but concluded that Mr. Percy would refund a part after they went out. As they reached the street he broached the subject. "I didn't agree to pay for both dinners," he said, uneasily.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking