Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1895-01-10
AN HISTORIC BARRooM.
The Landlord Proud Of tho Fact that TIVE
ty-Fiye Men Have Been Slain There.

The Landlord Proud OF the Fact that Twene
ty-Five Men Have Been Slain There.
Cimarron was lively town in the
seventies, said a land surveyor from
New Mexico. have seen Clay Allison
ride into the place with a following OF
cowboys and start in to make a night
of it. He would buy out Lamberts
.barroom to begin with, turn everybody
out of the room except his own crowd,
and then their fun would be fast and
furious. On such an occasion I glanced
through the window and saw cowboy
dancing naked on the counter to the ac-
compartment of yells and pistol shots
from his comrades.
Through this little adobe town among
the foothills, three-quarters Mexican in
its population, came and went the vari-
GUS bad men of the region. Many OF
them went no further, dying there
with their boots on in quarrels over
land and stock transactions, politics,
women, cards, or in the ambitious at
tempt to assert their supremacy as des-
peradoes.
When last visited Cimarron, in 1878,
the town was quiet, the cowboys being
all out on the ranges gathering beef
cattle in the fall roundup 1t was the
same old place. with it's fat-roofed
adobe buildings struggling along the
banks of the deep ravine through
which the Cimarron river flows, its few
pitch-roofed whitewashed residences OF
the weather. people, and Lambert's.
At that excellent hosiery of sanguin-
airy record was welcomed by the host
the most genial and pacific of French
men, who, as we chatted together over
q glass of native wine, spoke with evil
dent pride of the tragic events con-
nected with his historic barroom.
Twenty five men have been killed in
this room, y he said, ''seven in one year.
Look at this" and he led me to one cor
ner and pointed to two great splashes,
dull red in color, upon the wall, one
above the other. ''These are the blood
stains made when Pancho was killed."
Pancho was Mexican desperado,
and between him and Clay Allison en-
nifty had long existed. Allison rode
into town one day and fell to drinking,
quietly enough, as he usually did in
the beginning. AS soon as Pancho heard
that Allison was in town he likewise
began to drink, and then the towns
people looked for difficulty between
the two. They did not meet until late
in the evening, when, as Allison stood
in Lambert's barroom, his elbow rest
ing on the counter, Pancho came in and
walked over to the further corner OF
the room. Two other Mexicans entered
with him, one of whom took position
little in the rear of Allison, while the
other threw himself in lounging at
titude upon corner of the billiard
table in the center of the room, and
taking revolver from his pocket laid
it on the cloth.
To these maneuvers to distract his
attention Allison gave no apparent
heed, but kept his eye on Pancho, who
began to talk to him, proposing that
they adjust their differences in friend
ly way. As he talked thus plausibly
the Mexican held his sombrero before
him in his left hand, concealing q
weapon, with his right hand all the
time slipping down toward the hat.
AS Pancho passed his hand beneath
the brim, Allison's pistol came out like
FASH and its two quick reports
sounded like one. Pancho, shot through
the forehead and the heart, staggered
against the wall and sank in sitting
posture into chair that stood in the
corner. The other two Mexicans made
themselves scarce at Allison's first mo
tion, and Lambert, running in from
the kitchen, blew out the lights and
closed up the barroom without perceiv.
ing the slain man in the corner.
Allison at once took horse for hi.
ranch, saying nothing to any one Of
the shooting, and that night the friends
of Pancho hunted far and wide for him.
not knowing where or in what con.
dition he was The next morning,
when Lambert opened up his barroon
he saw Pancho sitting asleep, as he
thought, in the corner, and, going tc
wake him, discovered that the man
was dead.-N " Sun