The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-09-02
TIME MAN UNDER
THE GREASE PAINT.
A Stage Outlaws Eneounter With
Cowboy Patrons of the Drama
IN the Southwest.

Maybe there's something in the climate
that makes EN- that way, but these actor
ombrsys certainly do show a heap OF versa
tility when they hit the Southwest re-
marked the man from New Mexico at the
roof garden show. -One Of the most
versatile actors / ever saw was in Silver
City. Ave or six years back.
The Outlaws Last Stand was billed
to show in Silver City on the very night
that the boys from the Al fitout loped into
town on their semi-annual git-action fiesta.
They were standing around the Pin Buzz
zard bar, absorbing whatever came their
way and allowing the silver change from
their gold pieces to pile up in little heaps
In front Of their places, when they were
stunned by the sight of something that
came sp~ur-clinking down the stairs.
The apparition was the leading man OF
The Outlaws Last Stand show, in COS
tune. They didn't take the leading man
for any outlaw, Of course. That's the last
thing they'd ever have taken him for,
for they'd all seen outlaws. They were
lust numbed because they couldn't make
OFT what he was.
The outlaw who was going to make his
last stand was a chunky, not to say a some
what fat, young fellow Of forty or 30, with
a real cute and o~utlawish black mustache,
turned up at the corners, pasted under his
nose. His eyebrows were blackened and
extended TO match the m~ustaohe, and bis
corn starch pallor was set off by two hectic
dabs Of crimson paint on his cheekbones.
The outlaw wore tight fitting black
velvet breeches, which we're met at the
knees by a pair Of the shiniest ell patent
--snIt.. 49, kNnka 18th kanla ahz-k
three inches high, that had ever appeared
on or of anybody in Silver City up TO that
hour. A. pair Of silver gilt spurs, made
particularly for tinkling, were fastened
to the heels OF the top boots by little patent
leather straps with tiny square silver gilt
bubbles In front.
The upper portion Of the outlaws works
was covered with a white china silk shirt
with a bunch Of ruffies down the centre, n
tho top OF which, In front, was q triangular
patch Of purple silk handkerchief. knOtted
behind. Or his head the outlaw wore one
OF those three dent peaked SOmbreros with
littAs bells attached to the russet and silveH
strap that the crafty greasers Of Sonora and
Chihuahua sell TO American tourists In
Mexico for a hundred bucks or 50, callinR
them supN enough vaquero hats. .
Around the outlaws pudgy waist was a
purple silk belt, color to match the purple
elk handkerchief, and creased into a lot Of
folds In front, and stuck into this belt were q
pair Of tho sweetest ms, pearl handles
and nickel trimmings, that ever came Oh
q houvenir counter in a novelty shop.
the outlaw was rolling a corn husk
cigarette a. he tripped unsteady down the
Pink Buzzard stairs, 20 that, with his eyes
resting on the cigarette he was making,
be didn't see the Al outfit till he'd almost
reached the bottom step. Then he looked
UP out Of a pair Of mild brown eyes, saw
the transfxed bunch Of maverick branders
and grinned pleasantly under his paint.
Good evening. boys said the outlaw,
with a kind OF clutch at the hail fellow style,
and. licking the Zap Of his cigarette, no
started 10 spur clink toward the door.
"'Bvenin',' said One Eyed Sam Slade,
the Archer foreman.
sam. the first Of the bunch to recover
himself. stood blocking the doorway, the
only way out, and the outlaw came 60 a
halt. The Al bunch suddenly roused them-
selves from their trance when they heard