Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-01-12
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street shone the modest Illuminated
sign of Ell Refugio. Mr.. Kelley, to
whom few. streets were unfamiliar,
knew the place eXteriorly as a "dago
joint" All foreigners Mr.. Kelley
classed under the two heads Of "da-
goes" and Frenchmen. He proposed
to the general that they repair thither
and substantiate their acquaintance
with a liquid foundation.
An hour later found General Falcon
and MI. Kelley seated at a table in
the c~onspirators' corner of Ell Refugio.
Bottles and glasses We're between them.
Fol the tenth time the general confd-
! ed the secret Of his mission to the
Estados Unidos. He was here, he de-
clared, to purchase arms-2,0OO stands
Of Winchester rifles-for the Colombian
revolutionists. He had drafts in his
pocket drawn by the Cartagena bank
on It's New York correspondent for
$4,000. At other tables other revolu-
tionists were shouting their political
secrets to their fellow plotters, but
none was rs loud as the general. He
pounded. the table, he hallooed for
some wine. he roared to his friend
that his errand was a secret one and
not to be limited at to a living soul.
Mr.. Kelley himself was stirred to SYM
pathetic enthusiasm. He grasped the
generals hand across the table.
"Monseer." he said earnestly, II don't
know where this country of yours is,
but In for it. It's a lucky thing for
you that you butted into me tonight.
I'm the only man in New York that
can get this gun deal through for you.
The secretary Of war of the United
States is me best friend. He's in the
city now, and I'll see him for you to-
morrow. In the meantime. monseer,
you keep them drafts tight in your in
side pocket. I'll call for you tomor-
row and take you to see him. Say.
that amt the District Of Columbia
you're talking about, is it?' concluded
Mr.. Kelley. with a sudden qualm.
mo, 10. no." exclaimed the general.
at is the republic of Colombia: it is
a g-r-reat republic On the top side of
America of the %south-yes, yes"
"All right" said Mr.. Kelley, reas-
sured. 'Now, suppose we trek along
home and go by-by. I'll write to the
secretary tonight and make a date
with him."
They parted at the door of the Ho-
tel Espanol.
Kelley went to the nearest telephone
booth and called up McCrary's cafe,
far up on Broadway. He asked for
Jimmy Dunn.
SIS that Jimmy Dump asked Kel-
ley.
Yes came the nswer
You're a liar" sang back Kelley
joyfully. you're the secretary of
war. Wait there till I come up. I've
got the finest thing down here in the
way of a fish you ever baited for. It's
a Colorado maduro, with a gold band
around it and free coupons enough to
buy a red hall lamp and a s~tatuette
of Psyche rubbering in the brook.
I'll be up on the next car
Jimmy Dunn was an A. M. Of crook
DOM. He was an artist in the conf
dence line. He never saw a bludgeon
in his life, and he scorned knockout
drops.
These two gentlemen held a confer
ence that night at McCrary's. Kelley
explained.
Hes as easy as a gum shoe. He's
from the island of Colombia, where
there's a strike or a feud or some
thing going on, and they've sent him
up here to buy 1000 Winchesters to
arbitrate the thing with. He showed
me two drafts for $4,000 each and
M for $1,000 on a bank here. IS
truth, Jimmy. 1 felt real mad with him
because he didn't have it in $1,000
bills and hand it to me on a silver
waiter. Now, we've got to wait till he
goes to the bank and gets the money
for U.S."
They talked it Over for two hours.
and then Dunn said, Bring him to
= Broadway at 4 o'clock tomorrow
afternoon
In due time Kelley called at the
Hotel Espanol for the general. He
found that willy warrior engaged in
a delectable conversation with Mrs.
O'Brien.
"The secretary of war is waiting for
u.s." said Kelley.
The general tore himself away with
an effort.
"Aye, senor," he said, with a sigh.
duty makes a call. But, senior, the
senoras of your Estados Unidos-how
beauties! For exemplifcation, take
you la Madame O'Brien-que magnif-
ca! She is one goddess-one Juno
what you call one OK eyed Juno"
Now, Mr.. Kelley was a wit, and bet
ter men have been shriveled by the
fire Of their own Imagination.
Sure" he said, with a grin, 'but
you mean a peroxide Juno, don't youy"
Mrs. O'Brien heard and lifted an III
riferous head. Her businesslike eye
rested for an instant upon the disap-
pearing form of Mr.. Kelley. Except
in street cars one should never be un-
necessarily rude to a lady.
When the gallant Colombian and his
escort arrived at the Broadway ad-
dress thav wera hold in on on+oroom