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Updated: September 2, 2025
There is a bath-house in Juneau and a barber-shop. They did a big business on our arrival. There are many billiard halls, where prohibited drinks are more or less surreptitiously obtained. A dance-hall stands uninvitingly open to the street.
"'I shore hopes he's on the hot trail of them bull-snakes of his'n, says Dan Boggs, as we lays Crawfish out on a monte-table. 'Seems like he thought monstrous well of 'em, an' it would mighty likely please him to run up on 'em where he's gone. "Whatever did we do? Why, we digs a grave out back of the dance-hall an' plants Crawfish an' his pets tharin.
"But as one day an' the next trails by, the boys sorter gets lined up one way an' t'other; some for Benson Annie an' some for Sal, an' things is shorely gettin' hot. Hamilton, over at the dance-hall, ups an' names his place the 'Sal Saloon, an' Burns takes down the sign on the Red Light an' calls it the 'Benson Annie House. Finally things sorter culminates.
She told us that the young man was the proprietor of the place and that he would be a good friend, as would she, if we wouldn't 'do any kicking. About 8:30 the crowd began to come in earnest, and by 9:30, and from that on, men and girls drank, danced, and cut up until closing-time. "Mother Roberts, I can only liken our first night in that awful saloon and dance-hall to a bad nightmare.
Nick!" yelled several voices in the dance-hall where old man Watson was surely having the time of his life. And still the Girl paid not the slightest attention to the shooting or the cries of the men; what did concern her, however, was the fact that the Indian was drinking up the dregs in the whisky glasses on the faro table. "Here, you, Billy Jackrabbit!
All the tired feet that once plodded home from factory and foundry, all the unsteady feet that staggered in from saloon and dance-hall, all the fleeing feet that sought a hiding place, have long since passed away and left no record of their passing. Only that one small footprint, with its perfect outline, still pauses on its way out of the alley into the great world beyond.
A glittering comb topped her high white pompadour, and a dog-collar of diamonds encircled her wrinkled neck. "Well, I am glad one man has the manners to come and speak to his hostess!" she said grimly, extending her hand to Quin. "The young lords of the present day seem to consider a lady's house a public dance-hall. Sit down and talk to me." Quin didn't wish to sit down.
"I shall never forget one awful night, when my mother, who had heard that I was at the dance, came into the hall, and there before all the boys and girls dragged me out and away to our home. I was so ashamed that I did not show myself in that dance-hall again for months. I cannot help thinking my mother was wrong, for I needed some outlet to my energy.
"Everybody'll have the same?" inquired Ashby, turning once more to the men. "The same!" returned the men in chorus. Thereupon, Nick briskly slapped down a bottle and four glasses before the Sheriff, and leaving him to do the honours, disappeared into the dance-hall. "'Well, I trust the Girl who runs The Polka is well?" inquired Ashby, pushing his glass near the bottle.
The man behind the bar was frowning and saying to her, "Here, none of those monkey-shines, miss. You tend to business. D'you hear?" Sister Kauffman and the other worker had gone into the dance-hall in the rear.
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