The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-08-18
Come up" yelled Hennessy.
placing an open-handed slap
across the jaw of the amazed
Mr.. Jones.

odorous garbage cans along the slippery CUTTERS
the sound of many voices in many languages, the
and rattle of the trucks and the loud deep
of their drivers. He thought of his many
triumphs in the ring, and the few defeats; OF the
excitement and secrecy attending these pugilistic
meetings, and the several times they had beeu
interrupted by the officials of the law. His mem
DRY carried him back to his earlier days. when
clothed in native nnocency, he wallowed in the
greasy but delectable East River
These painfully pleasant thoughts brought
suspicious dampness to his eyes and a lump in
his throat, and he heaved involuntary sigh OF
despair.
He arose, knocked the ashes from his pipe, and
glanced down the dreary street. A cloud OF vel
low dust came up far out upon the plain toward
Big Tank, the railroad station ten miles to the
east Hennessy watched its approach with deep
interest. Anything which exhibited motion at mid
day. in or near Salamander always evoked inter
est. AS the dust-cloud drifted nearer Hennessy
discovered that the nucleus of the disturbance
was horseman. His interest died out to a GER
tain extent as horsemen exceedingly com
mon The approach of man unmounted would
have been a rarity indeed He crossed the road
in diagonal direction; his feet, sinking ankle
deep in the foury dust at each step.
Pausing at the entrance of the Ragged Edge
Cafe" he again glanced up the deserted thorough
fare. and noted that the equestrian had lust en-
tered the struggling lane between the buildings
in the eastern suburb. He opened the door, when
had been closed to keep out the fierce heat and
entered
n HE Ragged Edge Cafe bore little resemblance
to the liquidating depots of Manhattan with
which Hennessy familiar. A long bar re.
sembllng wagon box upturned on it's side and
bearing evidences OF having been used as such
at some time in the past, but disguised by a
coat OF dirty brown paint, stretched down
one side OF the ROOM Behind it was a back-bar
made OF a single plank, braces fastened to the
wall, and draped with an deliberately patterned
oil-cloth. A meagre display of drinking glasses
were spread over as much space on the shelf as
possible, thanking a small but highly injurious
platoon OF multi-colored bottles occupying the
center The sober side of the bar was presided
over by swarthy, short heavily built gen
tenan with a pair of fierce moustaches which
curved down and back like the tusks of walr,ls
From the many indentations upon his head and
lace, 1T would seem evident that this important
parsonage had led somewhat checkered career
Hennessy's advent aroused a spasm of interest
IN the minds of the half-dozen thirsty loungers:
tour OF whom were balanced gingerly upon empty
casks IN lieu OF chairs while the remaining two
llstlessly ratt4ed a set OF dice upon the farther
end OF the bar.
The presiding officer raised his eyes from an in
and bestowed nod upon the new arrival Hen
messy returned the salutation, and casting his
eyes significantly at the assemblage, made side
motion of his head toward the array OF bottles.
AS one man, they arose with jngling spurs and
rafting accoutrements, and formed company
front at the bar.
Mr.. Hennessy's standing at the Ragged Edge