The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1916-09-16

plain clothes men long enough to outfit
and get away.
The Mojave bar on North Main
street OF the City OF Angels. was all
but empty Upon II the lassitude OF
early afternoon lay heavily. The spl-
der legged music racks OF the Mexican
string orchestra, the empty platform
chairs. the deserted side tables along
the pictured wall, the huge cactus
scrawled over with pin etched initials
ALI the impedimenta OF the saloon
seemed To slumber.
The white coated proprietor, with ell
bows on the bar, gazed listlessly at
Remington night scene-a desert noe
turne with a shadowy adobe against
the blue-black night, glimmer of
lamplight through doorway, and In
the golden pathway a pony and rider
and the red flash OF pistol shots.
Opposite the bartender, at table
against the wall. sat young man, clad
In cool gray. He smoked a cigarette,
and occasionally slipped from a tall
glass. He was slender, clean cut high
colored, an undeniable patrician. In
his mild gray eyes, deep down, CLEAN
ed latent humor, an interior twin
king not apparent TO the multitude.
Sweeney circuit, the saloon keeper.
noticed this reserve characteristic now
for the first time, as the young man
retired plain clothes man with a record
and bank account. II was said that
he knew every crook from Los Angeles
to New York. Be Il added, TO his cred
II, that he kept his own counsel--at-
tending to his own business on both
sides OF the bar.
'Do they ever do those things nowf"
queried the young man, noddlng to-
ward the picture.
Sweeney circuit smiled thin Tipped
smile. Not much. Sometimes In Tex
as or Mexico. I Seen the day when
they did"
The young man lazily crossed his
legs. mice and cool here" he remark
ed presently.
Been in town long?' asked Swee-
ney.
"No, only few days"
IL was goin' TO say there's q good
show over on Spring street-movin' pic
lures OF the best ridin and buckin' and
ropin' j seen yet"
Yes? Is there any one In town who
is not working for the moviesp
Again Sweeney circuit smiled his
thin Tipped smile. Eyes, guess there
is. might scare up one or two 1 used
to know who Is workin' the transients,
which amt exactly workin' for the
movies"
IL should like to meet some charac-
ter who is really doing something In
earnest-that is. some cowboy, miner,
prospector, teamster, one Of those
twenty mule team kind, you know, or
any such chap. Why, even the real
estate men that have been up to my
hotel seem TO be acting a part. One
expects every minute to see one Of
them pull gun and hold up a fellow
! No doubt they mean business"
Bank on that" said circuit dryly.
you see" continued the young man,
| 81 have too much time on my hands
! just now The doctors tell me 10 rest
and I've been doing nothing else all
my life. It's pretty monotonous. I've
/ tried to get interested in some OF the
1 chaps on North Main street and around
/ the plaza I've offered 10 buy them
4 drinks and all that, but they seem to
\ shy off. ] suppose they think I'm n
detective or something of that kind"
More like newspaper man after a
\ story. Hello, therc Now what's
doin'I'
Outside near the curb crowd had
/ collected. A traffic officer was talking
/ to the driver of an automobile As
/ Sweeney circuit strolled toward the
/ doorway Overland Red clean shaven,
clothed in new corduroys and high lace
boots and sombrero aslant on his
/ stiff red hair dove into the saloon and
called for bucket Of suds."
"Close shave, Red" whispered Or
cult.
HAD me orcutt likewise" replied the
( tramp. "Say, Sweeney, stall of the
Dick out there. / think he piped me
/ as | blew In, but | amt sure. He'll
! be poliin' in here In a minute. If he
sees me talkin' to the guy there, for
instance, and YOU give him n steer, he
won't look too close. SabeT And
Overland drank, observing the east
erner at the table over the top OF his
glass.
"They got that guy Overland Red
mugged In every station from here TO
: Chicago" whispered circuit. Paper
says lie put Il over n desert rat UP
near Barstow Did you hear about itf'
Some" replied Overland senten-
tiously.
"And did you hear about bis last
getaway on one OF the Moonstonc
Rancho ponies? Some class TO thatf'
~ read somethin' about H." replied
Overland.
well. Red. IL you won't tumble, all
/ got TO say is, beat II. You're worth
thousand bucks to any 1y cop that
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