Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1917-04-06

| high bar stretched across the farther
side Of the room. The left end, as they
faced the bar, was brought around to
escape small window opening on a
court or patio to the rear of the room.
Back of the bar itself, about midway,
| low door In the bare wall gave en-
trance to a rear room. Aside from
| this the room presented nothing but
| walls. Two windows flankiug the front
door helped to light it, but not mir
ror, picture, chair table, bottle or
glass was to be seen. De Spain COW
cred every feature of the interior at a
glance. "Quiet around here, John" he
remarked casually.
This is the quietest place in the
Rocky mountains most of the time. But
when it is noisy, believe me, It is
noisy. Look at the bullet holes in the
walls"
1.-THE old story" remarked De Spain,
inspecting with mild-mannered interest
the punctured plastering, "they always
shoot high"
He walked over to the left end of the
bar, noting the hard usage shown by
the ornate mahogany, and spreading
his hands wide open, palms down, on
the face of it, glanced at the low win
dow on his left, opening on the grav-
eled patio. He peered, in the semi
| darkness, at the battered door behind
| the bar.
Henry" observed Lefever, "if you
are looking for drink, it would only
he fair, as well as polite, to call the
Mexican
De Spain, turning, looked all
| around the room again. "You wouldn't
think" he said slowly, from looking at
the place there was a road-agent with
In thousand miles"
"You wouldn't think, from riding
through the Supersti lion mountains
there was Hon within a thousand
miles. I've hunted them for eleven
years, and I never saw one except
when the dogs drove 'em out; but for
| eleven years they saw me. IL we
haven't been seen coming in here by
some of this Calabasas bunch, 1 miss
my guess" declared Lefeyer cheer
fully.
The batten door behind the bar now
| began to open slowly and noiselessly.
Lefever peered through 1t. Come in,
Pedro" he cried reassuringiy, "cOme
in, man. This is no officer, no revenue
agent looking for your license. Meet
friend, Pedro" he continued encour-
| agingly, as the swarthy publican, low
browed and sullen, emerged very de-
| liberately from the inner darkness into
the obscurity of the barrOom, and bent
his one good eye searchingly on De
SDain. This" Lefever's left hand lay
| Familiarity on the back of De SPANS
shoulder, sis our new manager, Mr..
Henry de Spain. Henry, shake hands
with Mexico"
This invitation to shake hands
seemed an empty formality. De Spain
never shook hands with anybody; at
| least If he did so, he extended, through
| habit long Injured, his left hand, with
an excuse for the soreness of his right.
Pedro did rot even bat his remaining
eye at the invitation. The situation, as
i Lefever facetiouSly remarked, re-
NAMED about where it was before he
| spoke, when the sound of galIoping
horses came through the open door. A
moment later three men walked, sin
gle file, into the room. De Spain stood
at the left end of the bar, and Lefever
| introduced him to Gale Morgan to
| David SassOon, and to Sassoon's crony,
| Deaf Sandusky, as the new stage-line
manager. The later arrivals lined up
before the bar Sandusky next to Lee
fever and De Spain, so he could hear
what was said. Pedro from his den
produced two queer-looking bottles and
supply of glasses.
'De SPAIN" Gale Morgan began
bluntIy. zone Of our men was put off
stage of yours last week by Frank Ell
paso." He spoke without any pre-
liminary compliments, and his heavy
voice was bellicose.
De Spain, regarding him unds-
turbed, answered after a little pause:
''Elpaso told me he put a man off his
stage last week for fighting"
NO" contradicted Morgan loudly.
mot for fighting. Elpaso was drunk"
whats the name of the mar Ell
paso put off, Jchn?" asked De Spain,
looking at Lefever.
Morgan hooked his thumb toward
the man standing at his side. Here's
the man right here. Dave Sassoon."
SasSoon never looked a man in the
face when the man looked at him, ex-
cept by implication; 1t was almost i'm