I Go To Rendezvous

: Desert Dust

The hotel lamps were being lighted by the gnome porter. When I stepped

outside twilight had deepened into dusk, the air was almost frosty, and

this main street had been made garish by its nightly illumination.



It was a strange sight, as I paused for a moment upon the plank veranda.

The near vicinity resembled a fair. As if inspired by the freshness and

coolness of the new air the people were trooping to and fro more
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restlessly than ever, and in greater numbers. All up and down the street

coal-oil torches or flambeaus, ruddily embossing the heads of the players

and onlookers, flared like votive braziers above the open-air gambling

games; there were even smoked-chimney lamps, and candles, set on

pedestals, signalizing other centers. The walls of the tent

store-buildings glowed spectral from the lights to be glimpsed through

doorways and windows, and grotesque, gigantic figures flitted in

silhouette. While through the interstices between the buildings I might

see other structures, ranging from those of tolerable size to simple wall

tents and makeshift shacks, eerily shadowed.



The noise had, if anything, redoubled. To the exclamations, the riotous

shouts and whoops, the general gay vociferations and the footsteps of a

busy people, the harangues of the barkers, the more distant puffing and

shrieking of the locomotives at the railroad yards, the hammering where

men and boys worked by torchlight, and now and then a revolver shot, there

had been added the inciting music of stringed instruments, cymbals, and

such--some in dance measures, some solo, while immediately at hand sounded

the shuffling stamp of waltz, hoe-down and cotillion.



Night at Benton plainly had begun with a gusto. It stirred one's blood. It

called--it summoned with such a promise of variety, of adventure, of

flotsam and jetsam and shuttlecock of chances, that I, a youth with

twenty-one dollars and a half at disposal, all his clothes on his back, a

man's weapon at his belt, and an appointment with a lady as his future,

forgetful of past and courageous in present, strode confidently, even

recklessly down, as eager as one to the manners of the country born.



The mysterious allusions to the Big Tent now piqued me. It was a

rendezvous, popular, I deemed, and respectable, as assured. An amusement

place, judging by the talk; superior, undoubtedly, to other resorts that I

may have noted. I was well equipped to test it out, for I had little to

lose, even time was of no moment, and I possessed a friend at court,

there, whom I had interested and who very agreeably interested me. This

single factor would have glorified with a halo any tent, big or little, in

Benton.



There was no need for me to inquire my way to the Big Tent. Upon pushing

along down the street, beset upon my course by many sights and proffered

allurements, and keenly alive to the romance of that hurly-burly of

pleasure and business combined here two thousand miles west of New York,

always expectant of my goal I was attracted by music again, just ahead,

from an orchestra. I saw a large canvas sign--The Big Tent--suspended in

the full shine of a locomotive reflector. Beneath it the people were

streaming into the wide entrance to a great canvas hall.



Quickening my pace in accord with the increased pace of the throng,

presently I likewise entered, unchallenged for any admission fee. Once

across the threshold, I halted, taken all aback by the hubbub and the

kaleidoscopic spectacle that beat upon my ears and eyes.



The interior, high ceilinged to the ridged roof, was unbroken by supports.

It was lighted by two score of lamps and reflectors in brackets along the

walls and hanging as chandeliers from the rafters. The floor, of planed

boards, already teemed with men and women and children--along one side

there was an ornate bar glittering with cut glass and silver and backed by

a large plate mirror that repeated the lights, the people, the glasses,

decanters and pitchers, and the figures of the white-coated, busy

bartenders.



At the farther end of the room a stringed orchestra was stationed upon a

platform, while to the bidding of the music women, and men with hats upon

their heads and cigars in mouths, and men together, whirled in couples, so

that the floor trembled to the boot heels. Scattered thickly over the

intervening space there were games of chance, every description,

surrounded by groups looking on or playing. Through the atmosphere blue

with the smoke women, many of them lavishly costumed as if for a ball,

strolled risking or responding to gallantries. The garb of the men

themselves ran the scale: from the comme il faut of slender shoes,

fashionably cut coats and pantaloons, and modish cravats, through the

campaign uniforms of army officers and enlisted men, to the frontier

corduroy and buckskin of surveyors and adventurers, the flannel shirts,

red, blue and gray, the jeans and cowhide boots of trainmen, teamsters,

graders, miners, and all.



From nearly every waist dangled a revolver. I remarked that not a few of

the women displayed little weapons as in bravado.



What with the music, the stamp of the dancers, the clink of glasses and

the ice in pitchers, the rattle of dice, the slap of cards and currency,

the announcements of the dealers, the clap-trap of barkers and monte

spielers, the general chatter of voices, one such as I, a newcomer,

scarcely knew which way to turn.



Altogether this was an amusement palace which, though rough of exterior,

eclipsed the best of the Bowery and might be found elsewhere, I imagined,

not short of San Francisco.



From the jostle of the doorway to pick out upon the floor any single

figure and follow it was well-nigh impossible. Not seeing my Lady in

Black, at first sight--not being certain of her, that is, for there were a

number of black dresses--I moved on in. It might be that she was among the

dancers, where, as I could determine by the vista, beauty appeared to be

whirling around in the embrace of the whiskered beast.



Then, as I advanced resolutely among the gaming tables, I felt a cuff upon

the shoulder and heard a bluff voice in my ear.



"Hello, old hoss. How are tricks by this time?"



Facing about quickly with apprehension of having been spotted by another

capper, if not Bill Brady himself (for the voice was not Colonel

Sunderson's unctuous tones) I saw Jim of the Sidney station platform and

the railway coach fracas.



He was grinning affably, apparently none the worse for wear save a

slightly swollen lower lip; he seemed in good humor.



"Shake," he proffered, extending his hand. "No hard feelin's here. I'm no

Injun. You knocked the red-eye out o' me."



I shook hands with him, and again he slapped me upon the shoulder. "Hardly

knowed you in that new rig. Now you're talkin'. That's sense. Well; how

you comin' on?"



"First rate," I assured, not a little nonplussed by this greeting from a

man whom I had knocked down, tipsy drunk, only a few hours before. But

evidently he was a seasoned customer.



"Bucked the tiger a leetle, I reckon?" And he leered cunningly.



"No; I rarely gamble."



"Aw, tell that to the marines." Once more he jovially clapped me. "A young

gent like you has to take a fling now and then. Hell, this is Benton,

where everything goes and nobody the worse for it. You bet yuh! Trail

along with me. Let's likker. Then I'll show you the ropes. I like your

style. Yes, sir; I know a man when I see him." And he swore freely.



"Another time, sir," I begged off. "I have an engagement this

evening----"



"O' course you have. Don't I know that, too, by Gawd? The when, where and

who? Didn't she tell me to keep my eyes skinned for you, and to cotton to

you when you come in? We'll find her, after we likker up."



"She did?"



"Why not? Ain't I a friend o' hern? You bet! Finest little woman in

Benton. Trail to the trough along with me, pardner, and name your

favor-ite. I've got a thirst like a Sioux buck with a robe to trade."



"I'd rather not drink, thank you," I essayed; but he would have none of

it. He seized me by the arm and hustled me on.



"O' course you'll drink. Any gent I ax to drink has gotto drink. Name your

pizen--make it champagne, if that's your brand. But the drinks are on

me."



So willy-nilly I was brought to the bar, where the line of men already

loafing there made space.



"Straight goods and the best you've got," my self-appointed pilot blared.

"None o' your agency whiskey, either. What's yourn?" he asked of me.



"The same as yours, sir," I bravely replied.



With never a word the bartender shoved bottle and glasses to us. Jim

rather unsteadily filled; I emulated, but to scanter measure.



"Here's how," he volunteered. "May you never see the back of your neck."



"Your health," I responded.



We drank. The stuff may have been pure; at least it was stout and cut

fiery way down my unwonted throat; the one draught infused me with a

swagger and a sudden rosy view of life through a temporary mist of

watering eyes.



"A-ah! That puts guts into a man," quoth Jim. "Shall we have another? One

more?"



"Not now. The next shall be on me. Let's look around," I gasped.



"We'll find her," he promised. "Take a stroll. I'll steer you right. Have

a seegar, anyway."



As smoking vied with drinking, here in the Big Tent where even the dancers

cavorted with lighted cigars in their mouths, I saw fit to humor him.



"Cigars it shall be, then. But I'll pay." And to my nod the bartender set

out a box, from which we selected at twenty-five cents each. With my own

"seegar" cocked up between my lips, and my revolver adequately heavy at my

belt, I suffered the guidance of the importunate Jim.



We wended leisurely among games of infinite variety: keno, rondo coolo,

poker, faro, roulette, monte, chuck-a-luck, wheels of fortune--advertised,

some, by their barkers, but the better class (if there is such a

distinction) presided over by remarkably quiet, white-faced,

nimble-fingered, steady-eyed gentry in irreproachable garb running much to

white shirts, black pantaloons, velvet waistcoats, and polished boots, and

diamonds and gold chains worn unaffectedly; low-voiced gentry, these,

protected, it would appear, mainly by their lookouts perched at their

sides with eyes alert to read faces and to watch the play.



We had by no means completed the tour, interrupted by many jests and nods

exchanged between Jim and sundry of the patrons, when we indeed met My

Lady. She detached herself, as if cognizant of our approach, from a little

group of four or five standing upon the floor; and turned for me with hand

outstretched, a gratifying flush upon her spirited face.



"You are here, then?" she greeted.



I made a leg, with my best bow, not omitting to remove hat and cigar,

while agreeably conscious of her approving gaze.



"I am here, madam, in the Big Tent."



Her small warm hand acted as if unreservedly mine, for the moment. About

her there was a tingling element of the friendly, even of the intimate.

She was a haven in a strange coast.



"Told you I'd find him, didn't I?" Jim asserted--the bystanders listening

curiously. "There he was, lookin' as lonesome as a two-bit piece on a

poker table in a sky-limit game. So we had a drink and a seegar, and been

makin' the grand tower."



"You got your outfit, I see," she smiled.



"Yes. Am I correct?"



"You have saved yourself annoyance. You'll do," she nodded. "Have you

played yet? Win, or lose?"



"I did not come to play, madam," said I. "Not at table, that is."

Whereupon I must have returned her gaze so glowingly as to embarrass her.

Yet she was not displeased; and in that costume and with that liquor

still coursing through my veins I felt equal to any retort.



"But you should play. You are heeled?"



"The best I could procure." I let my hand rest casually upon my revolver

butt.



She laughed merrily. There were smiles aside.



"Oh, no; I didn't mean that. You are heeled for all to see. I meant, you

have funds? You didn't come here too light, did you?"



"I am prepared for all emergencies, madam, certainly," I averred with

proper dignity. Not for the world would I have confessed otherwise. Sooth

to say, I had the sensation of boundless wealth. The affair at the hotel

did not bother me, now. Here in the Big Tent prosperity reigned. Money,

money, money was passing back and forth, carelessly shoved out and

carelessly pocketed or piled up, while the band played and the people

laughed and drank and danced and bragged and staked, and laughed again.



"That is good. Shall we walk a little? And when you play--come here." We

stepped apart from the listeners. "When you play, follow the lead of Jim.

He'll not lose, and I intend that you shan't, either. But you must play,

for the sport of it. Everybody games, in Benton."



"So I judge, madam," I assented. "Under your chaperonage I am ready to

take any risks, the gaming table being among the least."



"Prettily said, sir," she complimented. "And you won't lose. No," she

repeated suggestively, "you won't lose, with me looking out for you. Jim

bears you no ill will. He recognizes a man when he meets him, even when

the proof is uncomfortable."



"For that little episode on the train I ask no reward, madam," said I.



"Of course not." Her tone waxed impatient. "However, you're a stranger in

Benton and strangers do not always fare well." In this she spoke the

truth. "As a resident I claim the honors. Let us be old acquaintances.

Shall we walk? Or would you rather dance?"



"I'd cut a sorry figure dancing in boots," said I. "Therefore I'd really

prefer to walk, if all the same to you."



"Thank you for having mercy on my poor feet. Walk we will."



"May I get you some refreshment?" I hazarded. "A lemonade--or something

stronger?"



"Not for you, sir; not again," she laughed. "You are, as Jim would say,

'fortified.' And I shall need all my wits to keep you from being tolled

away by greater attractions."



With that, she accepted my arm. We promenaded, Jim sauntering near. And as

she emphatically was the superior of all other women upon the floor I did

not fail to dilate with the distinction accorded me: felt it in the

glances, the deference and the ready make-way which attended upon our

progress. Frankly to say, possibly I strutted--as a young man will when

"fortified" within and without and elevated from the station of

nondescript stranger to that of favored beau.



Whereas an hour before I had been crushed and beggarly, now I turned out

my toes and stepped bravely--my twenty-one dollars in pocket, my

six-shooter at belt, a red 'kerchief at throat, the queen of the hall on

my arm, and my trunk all unnecessary to my well-being.



Thus in easy fashion we moved amidst eyes and salutations from the various

degrees of the company. She made no mention of any husband, which might

have been odd in the East but did not impress me as especially odd here in

the democratic Far West. The women appeared to have an independence of

action.



"Shall we risk a play or two?" she proposed. "Are you acquainted with

three-card monte?"



"Indifferently, madam," said I. "But I am green at all gambling devices."



"You shall learn," she encouraged lightly. "In Benton as in Rome, you

know. There is no disgrace attached to laying down a dollar here and

there--we all do it. That is part of our amusement, in Benton." She

halted. "You are game, sir? What is life but a series of chances? Are you

disposed to win a little and flout the danger of losing?"



"I am in Benton to win," I valiantly asserted. "And if under your

direction, so much the quicker. What first, then? The three-card monte?"



"It is the simplest. Faro would be beyond you yet. Rondo coolo is

boisterous and confusing--and as for poker, that is a long session of

nerves, while chuck-a-luck, though all in the open, is for children and

fools. You might throw the dice a thousand times and never cast a lucky

combination. Roulette is as bad. The percentage in favor of the bank in a

square game is forty per cent. better than stealing. I'll initiate you on

monte. Are your eyes quick?"



"For some things," I replied meaningly.



She conducted me to the nearest monte game, where the "spieler"--a

smooth-faced lad of not more than nineteen--sat behind his three-legged

little table, green covered, and idly shifting the cards about maintained

a rather bored flow of conversational incitement to bets.



As happened, he was illy patronized at the moment. There were not more

than three or four onlookers, none risking but all waiting apparently upon

one another.



At our arrival the youth glanced up with the most innocent pair of

long-lashed brown eyes that I ever had seen. A handsome boy he was.



"Hello, Bob."



He smiled, with white teeth.



"Hello yourself."



My Lady and he seemed to know each other.



"How goes it to-night, Bob?"



"Slow. There's no nerve or money in this camp any more. She's a dead

one."



"I'll not have Benton slandered," My Lady gaily retorted. "We'll buck your

game, Bob. But you must be easy on us. We're green yet."



Bob shot a quick glance at me--in one look had read me from hat to boots.

He had shrewder eyes than their first languor intimated.



"Pleased to accommodate you, I'm sure," he answered. "The greenies stand

as good a show at this board as the profesh."



"Will you play for a dollar?" she challenged.



"I'll play for two bits, to-night. Anything to start action." He twisted

his mouth with ready chagrin. "I'm about ripe to bet against myself."



She fumbled at her reticule, but I was beforehand.



"No, no." And I fished into my pocket. "Allow me. I will furnish the funds

if you will do the playing."



"I choose the card?" said she. "That is up to you, sir. You are to

learn."



"By watching, at first," I protested. "We should be partners."



"Well," she consented, "if you say so. Partners it is. A lady brings luck,

but I shall not always do your playing for you, sir. That kind of

partnership comes to grief."



"I am hopeful of playing on my own score, in due time," I responded. "As

you will see."



"What's the card, Bob? We've a dollar on it, as a starter."



He eyed her, while facing the cards up.



"The ace. You see it--the ace, backed by ten and deuce. Here it is. All

ready?" He turned them down, in order; methodically, even listlessly moved

them to and fro, yet with light, sure, well-nigh bewildering touch.

Suddenly lifted his hands. "All set. A dollar you don't face up the ace at

first try."



She laughed, bantering.



"Oh, Bob! You're too easy. I wonder you aren't broke. You're no monte

spieler. Is this your best?"



And I believed that I myself knew which card was the ace.



"You hear me, and there's my dollar." He coolly waited.



"Not yours; ours. Will you make it five?"



"One is my limit on this throw. You named it."



"Oho!" With a dart of hand she had turned up the middle card, exposing the

ace spot, as I had anticipated. She swept the two dollars to her.



"Adios," she bade.



He smiled, indulgent.



"So soon? Don't I get my revenge? You, sir." And he appealed to me. "You

see how easy it is. I'll throw you a turn for a dollar, two dollars, five

dollars--anything to combine business and pleasure. Whether I win or lose

I don't care. You'll follow the lead of the lady? What?"



I was on fire to accept, but she stayed me.



"Not now. I'm showing him around, Bob. You'll get your revenge later.

Good-bye. I've drummed up trade for you."



As if inspired by the winning several of the bystanders, some newly

arrived, had money in their hands, to stake. So we strolled on; and I was

conscious that the youth's brown eyes briefly flicked after us with a

peculiar glint.



"Yours," she said, extending the coins to me.



I declined.



"No, indeed. It is part of my tuition. If you will play I will stake."



She also declined.



"I can't have that. You will at least take your own money back."



"Only for another try, madam," I assented.



"In that case we'll find a livelier game yonder," said she. "Bob's just a

lazy boy. His game is a piker game. He's too slow to learn from. Let us

watch a real game."



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