The Glenwood post., 1911-11-18
CHAPTER xvl.-(Continueo.)

1t was a grim picture OF depravity
and desolation, the environment dull.
gloomy, forlorn; all that was worthy
the eye or thought being the pulsing
human element All about extended
ting barren plains. except where on
orre side ravine cut through an over
hanging ridge. From the seething
street one could look up to the sum
init. and see there the graves Of the
many who had died deaths of violence.
and been borne thither in their
boots Amid all this surrounding
desolation was Sheridan-the child OF
a few brief months of existence. and
destined to perish almost as quickly
the center of the grim picture. mere
cluster OF rude. unpainted houses,
poorly erected shacks. grimy tents
Tapping in tho never ceasing wind
swirling across the treeless waste, the
ugly red station. the rough cowpens
filled with lowing cattle. the huge, un-
gainly stores, their false fronts deco
rated by amateur wielders Of the
paint brush, and the garish dens Of
vice tucked in everywhere. The pen
dulum of life never ceased swinging.
Society was mixed; no man cared who
his neighbor was, or dared to question.
OF women worthy the name there
were few. yet there were fitting fe-
male forms in plenty. the saloon lights
revealing powdered cheeks and paint
ed eyebrows. 1t was strange, rest
less populace. the majority here to-
day, disappearing tomorrow-cow
boys, alf-breeds, trackmen. graders.
desperadoes, gamblers, saloon keepers,
merchants, generally Jewish. petty Of
ficials. and a riff-raff no one could &C.
count for, mere floating debris. The
town was an eddy catching odd bits
OF driftwood such as only the frontier
ever knew. Queer characters were
everywhere wrecks of dissipation, de-
relicts of the East, seeking nothing
save oblivion.
Everything was primitive-passion
and pleasure ruled. To spend easily
made money noisily. brazenly. was the
ideal From dawn to dawn the search
after JOY continued. The bagnios and
dance halls were ablaze: the bar
rooms crowded with hilarious or
quarrelsome humanity. the gambling
tables alive with excitement Men
staggered along the streets looking
for trouble. and generally finding 1t;
cowboys rode into open saloon doors
and drank in the saddle; troops of
cengenial spirits. frenzied with liquor,
spurred recklessly through the street
firing into the air. or the crowd. as
their whim led; bands played popular
airs on balconies. and innumerable
"barkers" added their honeyed invi-
tations to the perpetual din. From end
to end 1t was a saturnalia of vice, a
babel of sound. a glimpse OF the in
ferno Money flowed like water; every
man was his own law. and the gun
the arbiter of destiny. The town
marshal. and n few cool-headed depu-
ties moved here and there amid the
chaos. patient, tireless. undaunted
seeking merely to exercise some
slight restraint This was Sheridan.
Into the one long street just at dusk
rode Keith and Neb. the third horse
trailing behind. Already lights were
beginning to gleam in the crowded
saloons. and they were obliged to
proceed slowly. Leaving the negro at
the corral to f1nd some purchaser for
the animals. and such accommoda-
tions for himself as he could achieve.
Keith shouldered his way on foot
through the heterogeneous mass to-
ward the only hotel. long twostoried
wooden structure. unpainted. fronting
the glitter Of the Pinoeer Dance Hall
opposite. A noisy band was splitting
the air with discordant notes. a loud
voiced barker" yelling through the
uproar. but Keith. accustomed to SINH
lar scenes and sounds elsewhere,
strode through the open door Of the
hotel, and guided by the noisy. contin-
uous clatter of dishes, easily found his
way to the djning-room. 1t was crowd
ID with men a few women scattered