Arizona republican., 1898-03-12

name'n come out in all next years a1manacs an you'll be in print long after everybody's forgot about the war with Spain.
 The pain in the other mans stomach resumed operations. He resorted to the standard remedy of profanity and was unable to reply.
 BOWERY GIRL AND A PIPE. How She Looked Through the Opium
 Smoke.
 Four young men waited in a little saloon in Doyers street, in Chinatown. It was midnight and Ine place was indescribably filthy and disquieting. A prize fighter was there, given to ter rible oaths. Through the open door fierce looking Chinamen passed steal thily by. A number of men at the bar drank stolidly. In the adjoining room a crowd of men and girls danced a heavy and graceless dance. The neigh borhood drunkard was there and grew so insulting to the brutal looking bar tender that he was elected from the sa- loon. He returned and was met by the contents of siphon, full in the
 
 closed in front of him. The prize fighter laughed and admitted that it wasn't bad. The bartender knew that the pugilist could "skin the cat" and he was pleased.
 The four young men from up town were waiting for man whom they had met in the saloon. They wanted to smoke opium in Chinatown, and had found it impossible to bribe any Chinaman. The Celestials were all sullenly suspicious. But the white loafer, who knew the town, had prom ised to get them smoke for S6.
 The young men had heard of dreams and hasheesh and opium, and they wanted to try the sensation about which so much oriental poetry had been written, and so many occidental tales told.
 The opium procurer at last returned with another man.
 "We have found place." he said, land the stuff is ready. But only two of you can go with us at a time. So many together would make people afraid"
 They took their way to house only a few doors distant from the saloon in Doyers street, and went, two by two, up the narrow and rickety stairs, into a small and poorly furnished room, lighted only by candle. No word was spoken until the door was closed, and then the visitors saw a girl lying quietly on bed. With a diminutive lamp apparatus before her she was kneading and mixing a glutinous sub- stance. She smiled gently at the new corners and said that the smoke was not quite ready.
 While she proceeded calmly to get the pipe and the dope ready one of the guides told about how he had smoked for many years and had gone through a long cure. There is no pleasure in opium. It is only that you must do it. You will get no fun to- night. If you smoked tomorrow and tomorrow and kept it up, even then you wouldn't like it, but you wouldn't stop. It would be bad when you didn't smoke. but it wouldn't be good when you did. When you tried to stop you would be in he'll That girl smokes all the time. She will never stop. She has gone too far.''
 The pipe was ready. The girl mo- tioned to one of the men to lie down on the bed by her side, to get at the HdHuie Ol the long p1po more easily. Then she lit the pipe, started it with her own lips, and passed it to the fig ure stretched out at her side. He took it and inhaled convuls1vely. The girl looked at him with calm superiority. He was nervous and awkward.
 Put your lips closer" she said. Draw deep and long," In moment the pipe was exhausted and another man took the place at the girls side He did it better The girl thought he liked it, and smiled with some affection. Then the other two men took their turns, and the circle | revOlved again. There was no eff feet, however, except little dizziness | The opium part of the episode was | The girl was everything | With the opium habit the calmness of | Oriental voluptuousness had passed in to her character. She expected, feared | or wanted nothing. Her nature was | and refined by terrible l habit. it.-Commercial Advertiser.