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Middleton, divining from the presence of the personage and two other masquers whom he now beheld entering the hall, that a masquerade was in progress. "What'll you take to stay away?" "Why?" "You'll take the prize." "What is the prize and why should the possibility of winning it deter me?" "The prize is five dollars. It's this way. I am a saloonkeeper.
That he finally went to Big Tim himself about it instead of to his ward committeeman was characteristic of James K. After he sent his card in the young lawyer was kept waiting for thirty-five minutes in an outer office along with a Jew peddler, a pugilist ward heeler, an Irish saloonkeeper, and a brick contractor. Naturally he was exceedingly annoyed.
Nor was it long, catching their spirit, ere she was singing to them and teaching them quaint songs of early days which she had herself learned as a little girl from Cady Cady, the saloonkeeper, pioneer, and ax-cavalryman, who had been a bull-whacker on the Salt Intake Trail in the days before the railroad.
I remember one evening our crowd went into a saloon and ordered beer all around, and after we had drank it, I proposed three cheers for the Union, which we gave in a hearty manner, and went out without paying for the beer. You would hardly credit it, but the saloonkeeper, an Irishman named Oppenheimer, became offended, and wanted us to pay cash for the beer.
They sell the property to a saloonkeeper, or turn it into a moving-picture house and burn people to death in the rotten old fire-trap.
And yet last night I went off and spoke to somebody else about it a man who has influence with MacQueen John Farley a a sort of saloonkeeper. Corinne is back at work this morning." The girl struggled against an absurd sense of defeat. She wished now oh, how she wished! that she had gone away immediately after giving him mamma's and papa's cards....
"Say, go on an' let him, Mr. Jack! I told him you would. I said you was one of the nicest men in the alley. You ain't goin' to make me out a liar, are you?" "Vell, I leave him put 'em in for to-night," said the saloonkeeper grudgingly, his Teuton caution overcome by Celtic wile. The conclave of women assembled in the hall of Number One, to carry out Mrs.
Evidently the future of Rocky Springs no longer appealed to the shrewd saloonkeeper, and so he "moved on." This was the cue for further goings. With the saloon closed, and the police authority established, Rocky Springs was Rocky Springs no longer.
An'," he added slyly, "guess you'll be able to tell some of 'em." The badman displayed no enthusiasm at the personality. He considered carefully before replying. When he did reply, however, he set the saloonkeeper re-sorting some of his convictions, mixing them with a doubt which had never occurred to him before.
"I'd beat three pounds of dog meat off his face," replied Murphy, succinctly. Jim shrugged his shoulders. "That would do neither of us any good. If I let you go, Murphy, will you give me your word of honor to let the Project absolutely alone?" The Irishman gave Jim a quick look. "And would you take my word?" "Not as a saloonkeeper, but as Irish, I would." Murphy drew a long breath. "Thank you, Mr.
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