“Coffee’d be good.”
And the three brothers went in and stood together at the dimly lit bar in the empty bowling alley and drank and didn’t say much.
In New York City, James Garfield is shot and badly wounded by Charles Guiteau. The President dies of his wounds in September… In New Mexico, William Bonney is shot to death by Pat Garrett… In Canada, Sitting Bull surrenders… The Boston Symphony Orchestra performs its first concert… In Germany the first electric tramway begins operations… in Boston Walt Whitman’s publisher withdraws “Leaves of Grass,” after widespread charges that the poem is indecent.
PARNELL PROMISES IRELAND HELP FROM AMERICA
Dublin, October 25-
Mr. Parnell and Mr. O’Connor were entertained at a banquet in Galway today. Mr. Parnell, in speaking, said if Irishmen would call upon their brothers in America for help and would show they had a fair chance for success they would have America’s trained and organized assistance in breaking the yoke now encircling them.
AN OPEN REVOLT AGAINST THE WHITES AT NATAL
London, October 26-
Later advices from Cape Town confirm the alarming news received yesterday, announcing that other tribes have joined the Basutos in open revolt against the colonial government. The natives beyond Pieter Maritsberg, the capital of Natal, situated fifty miles from Port Natal, have made an attack on the white residents and such natives as remain faithful to the Cape government, burning buildings, pillaging, and outraging women. The most horrible atrocities are reported, and the insurgents are complete masters of the situation. The colonial authorities are in need of immediate assistance, and unless reinforcements can reach them at once, the situation of the little handful of men commanded by Colonel Clark is considered absolutely hopeless. A later dispatch sent by the Union Steamships Company’s Durban agent states that all communication between Durban and the Cape colony has been cut off, the Basutos having cut the wire.
LYDIA E. PINKHAM’S VEGETABLE COMPOUND
She stood a moment, until her eyes adjusted, then she looked around the room and saw Wyatt and smiled and started over.
“Game’s closed, gentlemen,” Wyatt said.
He paid off the winners, collected from the losers and was on his feet by the time Josie reached him. She had on a very pleasant cologne.
“Here you are,” Josie said.
The room was half full in the afternoon, and lively. The noise didn’t abate, but a lot of the men and all of the whores paused to look at Josie Marcus.
“Hello, Josie.”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your game.”
“You can interrupt anytime,” he said. “Don’t see anyone like you in here very often.”
“A lady?” she said. “Like me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh hell, Wyatt, I used to work in places like this.”
“I thought your daddy had money.”
“He does.”
Josie sat in one of the chairs vacated when the card game closed.
“So how come you were working in saloons?”
“May I have a drink?” Josie said.
Wyatt looked at her silently for a moment, then signaled to one of the bartenders.
“I’d like some whiskey,” Josie said when the bartender came over. “With water.”