The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1899-07-28
CHAPrER IX.-lContInned.l

NtNtuo 10 stop the night anu nv Am
Their on the road would he go. while
the news spread quickly that Long
Jim was ION the spree at Sullivan'A
On the afternoon in question the
coach was expected up. and Sullivan
had been several times TO the door
looking out anxIously for Its coming
There was never any telling what
profitable guests II might contain, so
on mail-nights there was always n de-
cent supper laid In room away from
the common herd In readiness for
more distinguished company.
There's the dust OF the coach at
last" cried a man. who had also been
engaged In watching the distant track.
ITS two hours late; l expect they've
had a smash"
II was nearly dusk when the coach
pulled up at the door OF the Inn and
discharged i,s cargo. Horses had to
be changed. tho fresh ones being al
ready In waiting In the yard. and ten
minutes were allowed for the dusty
Passengers to refresh themselves on
lightning rum.
Only one person among the twenty
passengers got out with the evident In
tentlon Of remaining at this stage.
While the coach remained and the
bar was thronged with customers there
was a perfect babel Of voices and gem
eral hubbub and confusion all round
The Stranger sat on bench near the
wooden counter. Presently the land
lord came In. lie had been taking a
farewell glance at the departing mall.
and was thinking some loose coins In
his trousers-pocket as II he were well
satisfied with the profits OF the last
ten minutes.
The dirty kerosene lamp threw
dim light upon the interior OF the
den, and Sullivan suddenly remem-
bered his guest.
Pulling down his shirt-sleeves,
which he usually rolled up above the
elbow. he put on his most inslnuating
manner. as he precelved at n glance
that he had no bushman to deal with.
Unluckily, however. for the dignity
Of his department, Mr.. Sullivan was 80
busily intent upon serutinizing his pos
sible new prey, that he stumbled
.cross- a PROSTATE body In the door
way and fell fat upon his face.
What are you doing. lying about
like that. SAM" he cried Indignantly,
N he struggled to his feet. why. you
are drunk You ought to be ashamed
Of yourself, tripping people up In that
disgraceful way. Out you gol Take
your cooler outside II you don't know
how TO behave YOURSELF" and seizinl
the unresisting sot by the shirt ant
trousers. he pitched him into the road
way.
Then turning to the new arrival II
the most affable way, as II nothing un
usual had occurred, he inquired II HI
would like some supper after his Jour
ney.
Thank YOU" replied the stranger
yes, l should like something to eat
ana i don't mind n had drop o.
your best. Just for the good OF The
house" As the man spoke. he shovel
signs OF having had several drops o.
tho best" already.
Certainly, air." replied Sullivan
scenting a good customer as a terrier
would rat.
Then, rinsing a tumbler In a wooder
tub beneath the counter. he proceeded
TO polish II on a piece OF old towel with
4 very professional air
Turning to the shelves. he paused
and seemed to be celebrating as &c
what really was his best" He then
took down bottle with a capsule on
II, and. winklng eonfdentlally TO his
gueat. remarked that he thought he
would ind that prime. The difference
between the mixture contained In the
bottle and that In the kegs on the
shelf was that the former was nearly
proof rum. and the latter connection
OF spirits OF wine. tobacco. brown SUI
gar. water. and a fiayorlng only OF the
real article.
Mr.. Sullivan kept a few strong sam
pie bottles OF the genuine liquid on pur-
pose for sreat occasions, and n two
nobblers OF that failed to start them
be did not know what would"
Supper seemed TO take a long time
70 prepare, and the stranger INDUCED
IN another taste or two OF the best. /"
After his second dose conversation
moved more easily; the silence which
Ms highly-respectable attire had cast
upon the company began to wear on.
ana the landlord relapsed into his usu.
a joyial style.
Do you know n station called Red
mont about here?" inquired the stran-
ker presently.
hedmount7 l should think | did. !"
Mr. Hall, Isn't IT."
Yes. Mr.. Charles Hall; and a very
alce gentleman he 49," remarked sulli-
Nn. inWardly thinking that no was
nothing Of the sort.
Il II far from hereY"
only six miles. Follow the creek
sna you can't miss II. | thought as
INV Low you might be for Redmount. Per-
Acps Mr. Hall expects your"
cont know whether he does or he
,O'snt'" answered the stranger short
and with the air OF one who faneles
~ being pumped.