(We never paid car-fare when by ourselves, being content to walk.) So, in this saloon, we desired to make the most of our expenditure.

We called for a deck of cards and sat down at a table and played euchre for an hour, in which time Louis treated once, and I treated once, to beer--the cheapest drink, ten cents for two.

Prodigal! How we grudged it! We studied the men who came into the place.

They seemed all middle-aged and elderly work-men, most of them Germans, who flocked by themselves in old-acquaintance groups, and with whom we could have only the slightest contacts.

We voted against that saloon, and went out cast down with the knowledge that we had lost an evening and wasted twenty cents for beer that we didn't want.
We made several more tries on succeeding nights, and at last found our way into the National, a saloon on Tenth and Franklin.