The Gavelyte, December 1911

C~l)Al{VILLE COLLEGE. 220 Stinton is the prettie 1 st girl in this J that would send fire to the brain of University. Did you ever see such a I t hose who indulged their craving. beautiful face, neck and arms. I have In one corner st d · d . . . oo a piano, ar0un five dollars which says that I will wm j whi ch were a dozen young fellows, who he_r away frcm th e.at young guy who were engaged in renderihg the latest thmks he owns her. . I songs, to the evident appreciation of I knew: had l::·e ·n <lomg wrong, yet ,· the bystanders who, anon, stopped I had notJthe power to stop when on~e their conversation to listen. on_ the downward path, but this j Thru a door, leading to a large room stirred my very soul. One blow and : in the rear, could be seen a group of the speaker '. ay stret che_~ out. at m_y I r ough miners, with guns at belt, who ~eet. Catchmg up a chan, I crJshed _1t i were watching intently a game of poker mto the face of the_ one. wh~ steped m that was drawing to a close; and, judg– my way and, turnmg m time, broke ing by the boisterous conversation that down the aim of a beer bottle. I now and then drifted out thru the open rushed from the room only to come door the end l::>ade fair to be a pistol face to face with F~ther and the presi- 1 figh{. dent of the Unlvers1ty. I All at once, when, for a moment, ' comparativ.e silence reigned, the outer ''ch · h C · ,. door was thrown open and a big six r1stmas at t e ross1nE2:s , ~ footer burst into the saloon. He 1 JEAt~ BONh"ETT. All day long, groups of miners and lumber jacks had been wending their way down from the hills to the little village at "The Crossings;" and as the snow, that had been falling since early morning, seemed to grow heavier, shut– ting out the world beyond, these men, numbering a hundred or more, could be seen thru the brilliantly ligh~ed win– dows of the "Green Draggon" saloon, standing before the bar or seated at -tables engaged in cards. Behind the bar, stood Mike Hoolahan, a big burly Irishman who was famous for nothing more than this, that he was the best mixer of drinks in the mount- ains, and, t onight, he gloried in this position as he drew from spiggot or flagon the glasses of sparkling liquid walked up to the bar and called for drinks for the crowd, then, when the glasses had been emptied, he proceeded thru the door into the room where the poker game was ju~t ending. He walked over to the group and, without a word of warning, brot his fist down upon the table, shouting, "Is this the best thing you fellows can find to do with your money?" For a moment it looked as tho a fight were sure to fol– low but, as they saw thatitwas "Big Jim Armstrong" who had broken up their game, revolvers dropped back into their holsters and they asked, "Well, what's wrong now Jim?" "Nough wrong," he answered, then continued, "It's a bloomin shame for us to spend our money in this joint when, down the road a piece, 'Widder Piersons' is near– ly dead tryin to get enough for her an