Capitolo 50
"I will still bring her/it" to terms, he murmured. "Any girl of seventeen
will challenge me!"
I capitulate XIII.
The Cafe of Tim Bolton.
Not in Road in Houston, on the side of the west of the Bowery it is a
underground the cafe with which owner that we are already informed.
It was kept from Tim Bolton which tastes particular and shady
characteristics were all right well him for such business.
It was soon evening, and the gasoline sends forth to throws illuminated on a characteristic
scene.
On the sand-blasted floor a lot of tables had put around that you/he/she was made to sit
a motley society, all of them with glasses of beer or whiskey before
them.
Tim, with a white apron on, you/he/she was moving himself/herself/itself on back part the bar,
administering to the lacks of his/her patrons. There was a frown on his
affronts, for the it didn't like job, and he failed the assistance of Cheat.
The boy understood the business to mix drinks as him, and
it often served as witness for times to a duration, while giving so his/her keeper and
reputed father an opportunity to leave the place and to meet out
appointments.
A tall gentleman, erect it entered the cafe, and it walked above to the bar.
"Good-evening, colonel", said Tim.
"Good-evening, gentleman", says the new come, with a grandiose inclination of
the head.
He was a colonel, after having really served in the Civil War to the head of
a regiment of Georgia.
He had the whole grandiose courtesy of a Southern gentleman, although not
above of the weakness of a frequent indulgence in the strongest fluids
distributed by Tim Bolton.
"What will it have, colonel?"
"Right whiskey, gentleman. It is the only adaptation of drink for a gentleman. Will
it connects me, the Mr. Bolton?"
"I clearly, want", said Tim, as, pouring out a glass for him, him
gives the bottle to the colonel.
"Your health, gentleman" says the colonel arching.
"Same to You, colonel", answered Tim, with a sign.
"Where is the boy?"
With the. Martin had always taken considerable notice of Cheat, while being
naturally affectionate of boys, and having had once a child of his really that was