Arizona republican., 1899-12-28

smiling at ke other as if he were his bosom friend
 "Wen, if you're going up town-''
 T aint," said MT Kasser, and he walked out chuckling..
 Upon his return he saw nothing of the effusive stranger, but when he came down into the lobby the next morning there stood the man. well groomed and smiling.
 ''Ah." said the stranger, as MT Kas- ser approached. Just down? I'm just through breakfast myself. Nice day."
 To this proposition the westerner agreed. Then his friend invited him into the cafe to show there was no i'll feeling, and after some conversation they went in together the stranger say i ing:
 After what you said about the i bunko business you can't do less than have drink with me. Ha, ha, ha! That was a good one!" ''Yes, wasn't it?" responded MT. Kas- ser. But 1 don't drink"
 Well, come sit down and have a ci- gar" said the other, and led the way to table where sat young man with a protruding under jaw, Q striped shirt a glass diamond, a long drink. and certain other evidences that he wasn't minister of the gospel. The friendly stranger gave no open intimation that he knew this man, but kicked him as he sat down. As the man didn't rise up and wipe the floor with the kicker MT. Kasser decided that the pair knew more about each ether than they seem ed to know. Presently all three were engaged in conversation, Mir. Kasser answering all their questions about himself with a confdfng smile and ac- cepting gracefully his new friends in vitation to smoke a 25-cent cigar. The other two men had drinks and the friendly man paid for them. Then sad he to MT. Kasser:
 You don't drink anything, see, but I guess you're out for a good time. eh?''
 A slow, warm smile overspread the westerner's placid face.
 "I thought so,'' cried the other. There's little game running up town very quietly and I can put you next. Say, my friend" he added to the man on the other side of the table, do you play cards?"
 wy, shoo-err-rr!" growled he of the protrusive jaw.
 Come on, then; we'll all go there and have little friendly game" said the friendly man, blithely.
 He started to rise, but felt Mr Kas- ser's hand on his shoulder, and saw Mr Kasser's beaming smile very close to his own face.
 Have you got a pencn?" asked MT. Kasser.
 Pencil? Why certainly. What do you want of it?"
 T want you to write your name on this piece Cf paper
 What for? I won't do it.
 The smile disappeared from the face of MT. Kasser. His hand slipped along the shoulder of the friendly stranger and settled on his collar. The friendly stranger hastened across the floor to- ward the office, not because he particu- Iarly wished to, but because a very muscular arm propelled him. The third member of the trio came behind, saying hoarsely:
 Leave i'm go. He's me frent Leave i'm go or III soak yer,"
 MT. Kasser landed his man in front of the desk and addressed the clerk.
 Does this man live here?"
 ''No"
 You're a liar then,'' said MT. Kasser to his captive. The captive struggled.
 Ever see him here before?" MT. Kas- ser asked the clerk.
 'Yes, he's been loafng around here for some time.''
 You're bunko steerer and thief said MT. Kasser to the stranger.
 Then he relaxed his grip and his fists made plugging sound upon the plump features of the stranger. That friendly person lopped over the desk and a con- veniently placed inkwell caught the life-blood that flowed from his dis placed nose.
 Meantime the proprietor of the pro- truding jaw and the striped shirt was standing in the middle of the corridor looking uncertain as to what he had better do. He was quickly relieved of all uncertainty. MT. Kasser reached him in jump, grabbed him by the shoulders, whirled him around. and planted heartfelt kick Thereupon the man solved for a fieeting moment the problem of aerial navigation. He rose and scared. When he landed and got his feet going there was current of air in his wake that blew off the hats of two men who stood near by Upon returning for the other man Mir. kasser discovered only a crimson trail that led out by way of the cafe door, Some two dozen men who were scat tered about the lobby crowded around Mir kasser and wanted to testify to their appreciation by buying him drinks and cigars, and the head clerk came around to thank him for ridding the hotel of the bUnko men.
 When Sun reporter saw MT. Kas- ser yesterday and asked him about his adventure that gentleman rubbed his chin and said he shouldn't think a lit tie thing like that would be of any in terest in a big city like New York. He admitted, however, that he had enjoyed himself, and said that the cigar pre- scented to him by his departed friend