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You seem to ha' set my head working again, Mr Dale, sir; and I recklect sittin' in the s'loon eating our dinner arter you gents had done, and then coming over all pleasant and comfble like, and then I don't seem to 'member no more till I woke up down here." "And that knocking we heard must be some of the others," I cried excitedly. "That's sartain, sir."
I've seen you 'round with her at the post office and the ice cream s'loon. I'm onto you, Al. Haw, haw! What's her name? Adeline? Dandelion? Madeline? that's it! Say, how do you think Helen Kendall's goin' to like your throwin' kisses to the Madeline one, eh?" The assistant bookkeeper was still silent. The crimson, however, was leaving his face and the said face was paling rapidly.
An' she wus real happy bakin' hash. Guess I druv her to drinkin' at the s'loon, too, which made me hate myself wuss. Wal, I jest did wot I could to smooth things an' kep goin'. I got punchin' cows agin, an' give her every cent o' my wages; but it wa'n't to be." The man's voice was husky, and he paused to recover himself. And then hurried on as though to get the story over as soon as possible.
Gents, it's beginnin' to tell; an' if any of you-all could direct me where I might get action it would be kindly took." ""If you're honin' for a muss," says Granger, "all you has to do is go a couple of blocks to the east, an' then five to the no'th, an' thar on the corner you'll note a mighty prosperous s'loon. You caper in by the side door; it says FAMILY ENTRANCE over this yere portal.
'Well, it's comin'. Ye see, I was wearin' these clo's, and the goggles, as I call 'em, when I went sa'nterin' past that house; but I hadn't got to it, nor even to the s'loon yet, when a cab one of them two-wheeled things, you know, with the man settin' up behind to drive. I nodded.
"Yes, perhaps so," I said thoughtfully. "Why, o' course," growled Dumlow. "What? They are in the cable-tier?" "Oh, I dunno, sir; I was a-thinking about our taking they wittles in the s'loon, and it's come back like sort o' bells ringing in my ear, and Mr Denning saying she's dying. Oh yes, I recklect that, and the doctor coming. That's 'bout as far as I can get."
"I kicks the footboard clean off when I has 'em bad, all along o' my losin' them three year! Why, yer got an orgind, hain't yer? Where's the handle fur to make it go? Couldn't I blow it for yer?" "It's a piano, not an organ; it doesn't need blowing." "Oh, yes, I see one in a s'loon; I seen such an orful pretty lady play on one.
"Open a s'loon," said the cabby, promptly and huskily. "I know a place I could take money in with both hands. It's a four-story brick on a corner. I've got it figured out. Second story Chinks and chop suey; third floor manicures and foreign missions; fourth floor poolroom. If you was thinking of putting up the cap " "Oh, no," said Gillian, "I merely asked from curiosity. I take you by the hour.
He ain't got a can even." "Then where?" "To the s'loon " "And which saloon?" Miss Bailey's quiet eyes betrayed no trace of her determination that the proprietor should suffer the full penalty of the law. "I thought little boys were not allowed into saloons." "Well," Isidore admitted, "I ain't gone in the s'loon.
I 'lows my nerve's pretty right fer most things, but when you git monkeyin' wi' religion it's kind o' different. 'Sides, ther's allus fellers ter choke you off. Nassy Wilkes, the s'loon-keeper, he'd had religion bad oncet, tho' I 'lows he'd fergot most o't sence he'd been in the s'loon biz; he kind o' skeered me some. Sed they used a deal o' water, an' mostly got ducking greenhorns in it.
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