The Alaska citizen., 1913-11-10

'Nt rum uCSP' iulioNeu plLS II eth CT side of an eagle beak of nose. and there Were baggy wrinkles in his thn cheeks. Among other things. the colonel wore long gray frock coat, turndown collar. black string tie. and had one been impertntnt enough t1 lean over the counter it might have been observed that the old gentleman still clung to the neat cnstom-made Do of the sixties.
 "A dark gentleman. Joe?" repeat ed the colonel, glancing at the book. "Oh yes. 'Senor R. Olveras.' Span fad mos likely"
 Thank yo, kunnel" sad Joe, moving away. Thank y
 Later. Joe. the muatto, was ob. served in excited conversation with q tall. solemn-faced negro. clad in the abbreviated black alpaca iack.t and white apron of waiter.
 Tt is him, Ahm a.tellin yo'!" said Joe vchemently An vas as elost to him as An am to you, Pete. Got him registered as Olie-yaries, an he kunnel he thinks he's Spanish. but thasse ole Bud Buckner, T. Ah'm bIne,"
 "Gway. boy,' said the solemn faced negro loftily. "Youall been 4 hittin' that ole gin bottle too strong lately. io' see.n' things"
 Don't An knows him." demanded Joe. fairly dancing in his excitement. "Wouldn't An know that co Il d mile off? An tell yo', Pete An like to drop down dead when he comes d climbin' outen that bus long with them white folks. Ole Bud ccrtny handed me a jolt that time"
 Keep a-mov.n', boy. keep a-moy- in" said Pete sternly. Don't be a-standin' here wavin' yo' hands that away. Y talkin whut aint possible nohow. To full of gin, Joe, ,hass whut all you Why don't you-all wait fo the cool of the evenin to git tight?"
 "Ain't had no drink today" pro tested Joe. You jus wait, an yall see him fo' yo'se'f He'll be in hero 10 lunch directly"
 "Ah won see him though no gin bottle. An tell yo' ,hose," sad the soemn-faced gro, Listen, The ol' kunnel done rngin' fo' yo' now"
 Je darted away on an errand, and the tall negro returned 10 his pos tion near the door of the dining room, where he leaned up against tatiyely.
 "Ah wisht it wuz him. dog-gone his ornery hide!" said Pete 10 him. self. Done touched me fo' fifty bones C unt O that inflammatory rheumatism, an never kicked back no pant of it."
 The first visitors into the dining room were the newspaper men. A long table had been prepared for the ball players but Hank Marston. who Was the official lady killer of the party, elected to take nourish- ment at a table near the window. where he could To out into the street. The tall negro slid his feet across the floor. and came to rest with his head cooked on one de, like an inquisirive raven. Hank glanced at the card tossed it aside, and nodded to Hawes and McShane.
 The best ill the house, George." said Hank; and Pete bowed gravely. all negro walters answering to George just as German walters recog nize Emil" and all French walters "Alphonse."
 Vas, suh," said he "Yo' certny kin have it."
 Then he glided from the room and the swinging doors closed behind him.
 The ball players, anxious to get their meal over as soon as possible. began to struggle into the dining room, and other walters attended to their wants. Last of all came Oliv- eras and Pickles Bagby. Dick Kelly did not put in an appearance. He was down at the telegraph office.
 The young mulatto known as Joe appeared in the docr of the dining room for an instant, and then with drew, mumbling.
 "atin with white folks!" he nut tered "M-m-mm-ff That nigger eert'ny a-flyin' high an a-spreadin hissef wide, How he kin get away with it beats mel"
 At this juncture the solemn-faced Pete came sliding in from the kitch- en, an immense tray balanced upon his outspread fingers. After Pete had served the newspapermen with soup, he found time to glance about the room.
 Almost immediately his rowing eye fell upon the unsuspecting Oliveras, who was laughing at Pickles Bagby's comments upon the natives of Kir- byville. The sight of Senor Oliveras affected Pete powerfully. One might almost have suspected that he had