the foot of the Santa Fe Bridge; consequently, with all the ribaldry the bridge had to be kept open until nearly two o'clock. Thrill seekers and tourists who were out to see everything and experience everything, stayed in Juarez that night, hoping to see some fighting and have first-hand information to tell the folks back in Kansas, or Ohio, just what it was like, and with the usual intelligence, which isn't above that of a stray cur, thinking it possible to witness a battle, but expecting that, owing to the fact that they were American citizens, that the Mexicans would watch where they were shooting, and not a hair on them would be harmed. Men whose wives in their drunken stupor wanted to stay in Juarez; men with women that they had picked up, but were too drunk to walk, were thrown over their shoulders, and carried like a bag of meal to the American side of the bridge; drunken women helping women more drunk than they, with the occasional leaning over the side of the bridge to let off some of the last of the liquid cargo they had taken on at the last bar. Pearl, Evelyn and Mickey were among the last to come across, with Pearl and Mickey leading Evelyn, who was too drunk to make it alone. "Ev, you should never get this drunk," said Mickey. "Who are you, sister? I'll get as drunk as I like," mumbled Evelyn. "What I'd like to know is how much she drank to get this drunk. I've seen her kill a quart at a time, and never phase her, but my God, she must have got to a barrel this time," said Pearl. "Let go of me--I can walk alone," said Evelyn, as she pulled away from them. "Do you think you can, Ev?" "Sure," said Evelyn, as she staggered to the curb, vomiting down her entire front. "There she goes; now she will feel better as soon as she gets some of that stuff out of her," said Mickey. "Yeah--but we better hold her, she might fall," but she was too late; Evelyn was already lying in the gutter. "What a sight she will be now--come on, Mickey, let's get her up to my hotel--call a taxi." Mickey called a car--they got Evelyn in, with much trouble, and finally arrived at the Hussman. "My God, Pearl, what will they think--you dragging her through the lobby looking the way she does," as they were pulling Evelyn out of the car, with the help of the driver. "I don't know, but I hope they let one crack out of them--that will give me all the excuse I'll need to wreck this joint without stalling." "Wait a minute, girls," said the driver. "I'll take her up like this," as he threw Evelyn over his shoulder and started into the lobby. "I'll get her up there and put her to bed." "Don't you think, Pearl, that if you could get some hot coffee down her it might make her come out of it?" "I don't know, but I'll try it--" as she said to the bell-boy, "Bring me some hot coffee up here, quick." "Are you going over to the States after we get Ev to bed, Pearl? You know you've a date over there with Harry."