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Updated: June 4, 2025
Shut in that little office behind the iron bars, bending over the great books sometimes far into the night, looking out each pay-day through a little arched window on grimy faces and rough-bearded men who held out toil-worn hands to receive the week's earnings which long before another week would find their way into some saloon-keeper's till or gambler's pocket.
"It is extremely kind of her," he said quietly. "Oh, I know she's not the kind of girl you admire," said Stephen, in rather a nettled tone. "You wouldn't look at a saloon-keeper's daughter simply because she is a saloon-keeper's daughter; you like a girl in your own rank, all grace and dignity and good manners, and awfully clever and intellectual, and gifted and educated, and all that."
I don't guess it's nuthin'," said Beasley. "Only it's so dogone queer." His manner was well calculated. His final remark drew the entire barroom. All play and all talk was abruptly held up. "Wot's queer?" demanded Diamond Jack, while all eyes searched the saloon-keeper's sharp face. Beasley bit the end off a green cigar. "That's just it," he said. "Ther's suthin' I can't jest make out.
Talbot smiled down into her admiring eyes. "Yes," he said, thinking of the foreign embassies, the English ball-rooms, the many polished floors his feet had known, "in England." "My! I expect you're a great swell!" remarked the saloon-keeper's daughter. "All the same," he answered, laughing, "I have never had a partner that danced so perfectly as you do."
But the stranger's identity entirely escaped him. "Been times around here, ain't ther'?" Bud remarked casually. And Ju promptly seized the opportunity. "Times? Sure. Say, I guess you don't belong around. Jest passin' thro'?" Bud nodded. Jeff had moved off toward the window, where he stood gazing out. The saloon-keeper's gaze followed him. "Why, yes.
Talbot gave his slight, quiet laugh. "You've got the handsomest girl in the place," he said, "and a very nice, charming one, too. I don't see what more you want." To his strong, determined character this perpetual straining after a religion that was cast to the winds first at the temptation of gold, and then at a saloon-keeper's daughter's smile, was rather contemptible.
But Rack Slimson's hands continued to remain in plain sight, the while Rack gnawed a thin and bloodless lip. When at long last the draw opened before them Racey calmly reached over and removed the saloon-keeper's sixshooter. After satisfying himself that the weapon was fully loaded he stuffed it down inside the waistband of his trousers.
Get me?" The frigidity of the saloon-keeper's manner was over-powering. The man called Sikkem was unequal in words to such a challenge. A flush slowly dyed his lean cheeks, and an angry depression of the brows suggested something passionate and forceful. Just for a moment many eyes glanced in his direction. The saloon-keeper was steadily regarding him.
But the officers interfered, and after that they had to hold the saloon-keeper to keep him from the prisoner. And I sez, when Josiah was a-praisin' up the saloon-keeper's zeal, and how the officers had to hold him I sez, "It is a pity the officers didn't hold him in the first place, and then all the horrer and tragedy might have been saved." But my pardner wouldn't even notice a thing I said.
A saloon-keeper's boy passed by with a steaming pitcher of hot punch, and Boggs snuffed the fragrance gratefully. He gazed fondly after the boy and saw him start up the Enterprise stairs.
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