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Updated: June 17, 2025
He wanted excitement, strife, competition; something to fill his mind. And naturally enough he had two places in mind Lebrun's and Milligan's. It is hard to relate the state of Donnegan's mind at this time. Chiefly, he was conscious of a peculiar and cruel pain that made him hollow; it was like homesickness raised to the nth degree.
Who was it bribed the jury that tried you for the shooting up of Derbyville, Pedlar? Who took the marshal off your trail after you'd knifed Lefty Waller, Joe Rix? I've saved you all a dozen times. Now you whine at me. I'm through with you forever!" Stopping, he glared about him. His knuckles stung from the impact of the blow he had delivered in Milligan's place.
"Big Landis lost his nerve and sidestepped at the last minute, and then the whole gang faded." That was the way the rumors of the affair always ended at each repetition in Lebrun's and Milligan's that night.
And it was at this very moment that a wave of silence, beginning at the door, rushed across Milligan's dance floor. It stopped the bartenders in the act of mixing drinks; it put the musicians out of key, and in the midst of a waltz phrase they broke down and came to a discordant pause. What was it?
"Go down to Milligan's," said the master. "They don't allow colored people to enter the door, but you go to the door and start for the bar. They won't let you go very far. When they stop you, tell them you come from Donnegan and that you have to get me some mint for a julep. Insist. The bouncer will start to throw you out." George showed his teeth. "No fighting back. Don't lift your hand.
Before Milligan's place a bonfire burned from the beginning of dusk to the coming of day; and until the time when that fire was quenched with buckets of water, it was a sign to all that the merriment was under way in the dance hall. If Lebrun's was the sun of the amusement world in The Corner, Milligan's was the moon. Everybody who had money to lose went to Lebrun's.
The thought of the colonel, however, stimulated Donnegan. And before midafternoon he had thought of a thing to do. The bar in Milligan's was not nearly so pretentious an affair as the bar in Lebrun's, but it was of a far higher class.
When you find that you can't get in, come back here. Now, ride." So George mounted the horse and went. Straight to Milligan's he rode and dismounted; and half of The Corner's scant daytime population came into the street to see the brilliant horseman pass. Scar-faced Lewis met the big man at the door. And size meant little to Andy, except an easier target.
The Corner had had many things to talk about during its brief existence, but nothing to compare with a man who entered a shooting scrape with such a fellow as Scar-faced Lewis all for the sake of a spray of mint. And the main topic of conversation was: Did Donnegan aim at the body or the hand of the bouncer? On the whole, it was an excellent thing for Milligan's.
The details are of course full of difficulty the thing wouldn't be worth much if they were not. One of Milligan's best points is, that he's a thoroughly practical man thoroughly practical man. It's no commercial enterprise we're about, but, if it's to succeed, it must be started on sound principles. I'd give anything if I could persuade you to join us, old fellow.
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