Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1901-06-21
INSIDE Manuel's cantina the Amer


INSIDE Manuel's cantina the Amer
lean music box was playing. That
was nothing unusual, for, from morn
ing to night, the music box was going.
At table drawn close to the one ON
which the box stood sat old man
Chamberlain. His eyes were closed
and he was seemingly half-asleep. But
with an almost automatic action he
now and then lifted glass to his lips
and slipped the fiery mescal which it
contained. And that was nothing un-
usual, for, from morning to night for
many year, old man Chamberlain sat
beside the box and the bottle in the
dark Mexican saloon.
Between the box and the man were
two points of resemblance. Each had
come from the United States and each
was wearing its life out in Manuels
cantina. There the resemblance end
ed. OF the two the music box was a
more respectable member of society.
ut puiSuhOS
called him. 1t was a double contempt
because he was foreigner and sot.
And yet, once each month, they well
coined him as one of themselves. For,
then, there came TO the old man a
check from far-off city in grngo-
land, and that strange check, convert
ed into cash, speedily found its way
over Manuels bar. On the day that
it came there was free mescal for all
who cared, and they were few who
would not leave the tiresome scratch
ing of the soil for time of intoxicated
hilarity. Then "The Drunken Gringo"
became Gel Senor," and his tottering
steps were steadied by willing hands.
1t was not big check-only for $50
United States currency. Butthatmakes
almost aroomful of Mexican pesos, and,
besides, so far as results went, it was
worthy the respect it received. For, in
one way or another, it was one of the
supports of the village. On it old man
Chamberlain lived entirely. To him
it was board, lodging, clothing, and
what was more-drunken forgetful-
ness. To Manuel-two-thirds Of it
found it's way to his pocket-it was
prosperity in business. What sifted
by him directly or indirectly support
ed half the village. So it was that for
one day in the month the old town had
fiesta when Bacchus was king and
the Drunken Gringo his premier.
Old man Champerlain had not al
ways been the Drunken Gringo."
Once-it was before his music box was
invented-he had been young and the
future had seemed fair. He had had Vi
sions OF prosperous and honored life.
Then had come his dark days, and Mex
leo was his refuge, as it is that of many
another American. Once across the
border he had been seized with long
ing for his native land. The scenes
which had been so prosaic and COM
mon in the days he lived among them
were transformed into dreams of par
adise. To see them again in reality
was forbidden by the laws he had
broken. To dream of them over mes
cal bottle was resource left him,
and in this he found his solace. Little
by little the reality of the past was
forgotten; little by little he became
the Drunken Gringo," and all that
was left was the music box, the mes
cal bottle and the monthly check.
The last fiesta of the check had been
unusually exciting. 1t was the holi-
day time, and the spirit of the season
had covered the disgrace OF the grin
90 so that the check was larger than
ordinary, and brought with it a mes
sage of Christmas greeting. For a
time the old man had shaken off his
stupor. But now the music box was
grinding away as usual, the mescal
in the bottle had been reduced by half
and Manuel was doing on the bench
outside the door.
Then came a crash. The music bo,
went tumbling to the floor Through
the open doorway came flying the
metal disc in which were punched the
notes of "Home, Sweet Home," and or
which the box had been at work.
Emanuel! Manuel! Come here, Man
ueI! tell you will go. No one shal
stop me. / will go. / say, Manuel
Old man Chamberlain was standing
in the doorway grasping the wall tc
support his trembling legs and shout
ing wildly.
Reused from his nap by the unwont
cd disturbance and the cries of hi
usually speechless patron, Manue
stood half-frightened before him.
"What is it, senor?" he gasped.
81 tell you I will 60" repeated ol'
man Chamberlain. II don't care fol
the law. don't care If they do ge
me. I'm going home again"
But, senor," protested Manuel, 2
The old mans idea became appa
10 him, "if you cross BARLOW
will get you. You hays
n time. And you havct
3 it is better to live
the prison"