DENVER AND BEYOND 9 



true .of all prohibition states, North and South. 

 It matters little whether, as in Kansas, you go into 

 the third stall of the livery stable and get it out 

 of a black bottle, or whether, as in Georgia, you go 

 behind a bale in the cotton warehouse and get it 

 out of a jug. The effect is the same. The habit 

 has become fixed, so fixed that the sturdy rank 

 and file of the democracy, with eyes bent on Den- 

 ver, provided themselves aforetime with ample 

 supplies of bottled goods. The bar habit was not 

 for them. 



I am told by Denver men of the utmost recti- 

 tude, but whose names I decline to name, that 

 bottled supplies were shipped in by the carload — 

 by the train load. Tammany alone — but, pshaw! 

 anyone knows what Tammany would do. 



And so it resulted that the bars were largely 

 deserted. Bartenders of the best, immaculate in 

 white jackets, each with twenty-five cents worth of 

 ice shining on his shirt front, '^curled and scented 

 like an Assyrian bull," waited idly before their 

 empty shrines. Their altars were deserted, their 

 worship abandoned, their rites forgotten. No one 



