Weekly journal-miner., 1912-07-24
NOTED BRETON SHOWS
 GENUINE FRIENDSHIP
Article Sparkles With Good Cheer In Many References to Yavapai
 Points and People.

liiC IicCcs rom AfiOnd, racy article in the staid old Fort nightly Review from the pen of Sir Gilbert Parker. came to hand at the Chamber of Commerce last night |, is pity that everyone in Prescott, cannot read inc whole paper for it deals intimately with Prescott, the .Yavapai Club and other wcll-known institutions and distinguished citi- zens as witness:
 Did you ever sec Faro played Judgel"
 "Tt was in the stope of the Yavapai Club. in Prescott. Arizona arrangement in architecture which gives the effect of stope in a mine fitting tribute of the citizens of a mining town to the industry which give it being--that the tender foot asked the question. The tender foot was myself
 '"I had travelled too far for too many years to make break care lessly; but did it that evening when the glasses were being filled There was the judge. as dignified and well-groomed a cadi as you could find between San Francisco and Temple Bar; and even the mos, .astnte of observers would not have associated him with the Faro bank and the song and dance that cheered the rough-necks. the roundheads, and the Cousin Jacks, when they came out from the reef and the cor Tal 10 shoot up some fun in Pres colt.
 But there was the judge, and there was |; and I had not said quite what I meant had intended to ask in polite phrase which could not raise ribald laughter. Did you ever play Faro. judge' In the cir. -eumstances that would have heen enough to make the stope rcsound, but to ask him if he had seen it played was like asking a Missourian II he had ever heard of the Missouri river.
 "Brt they were of the right stuff, those noble souls of the Yavapai Club. saw one man turn and lean with sudden weakness on the shoulder of robust visiting army officer Another closed his eyes, as though he could not bear the dim light of the stope A third dropped his glass on the bar and looked helplessly around Two in the rear made for the door like miners from a lighted fuse; hut all the rest stood as though had thrown gun at them and said Hands upp And no man looked at me save one. As though l had suddenly and unwill- ;ingly been stripped before them, they turned away their heads.
 Benevolent, reflective. compas- sionate, the judge stood and looked at me His eye watered a iittle his gaze seemed to go through me to something beyond; he held his glass of simple dope--sarsaparilla, 1 think it was--as you would bunch of flowers given to you in broad daylight by one who knew that your self-possession would be suf- Ticient for the occasion. and then he answered: "Some--once" And that was all
 But 1t was enough Prescott is still laughing. They told it to John Lindcli. who keeps the Palace Hotel. and who, that very day, had dragged up the discarded Faro bank from the ahe cellar of vacant saloon he had. and showed me how the game was played in his hall of pleasure but a lew years ago; and John Lindcll rose up and guffawed. and said, 'Oh, H----lH quite often.
 "To the judge. of all men in Ari- zona, had said that thing; to the judge, who was of those who ele- 'vated Faro in a territorial institu- 'tion with national notoriety, in the days gone by, 'Somc--once,' he said with that double meaning which, offering an intellectual truth m the vernacular. would in the straigh, language of lexicon be