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You will feel as you draw near that it is no ordinary man that you approach.It is not alone the huge bulk of Mr.Smith (two hundred and eighty pounds as tested on Netley's scales).It is not merely his costume, though the chequered waistcoat of dark blue with a flowered pattern forms, with his shepherd's plaid trousers, his grey spats and patent-leather boots, a colour scheme of no mean order.Nor is it merely Mr.Smith's finely mottled face.The face, no doubt, is a notable one,--solemn, inexpressible, unreadable, the face of the heaven-born hotel keeper.It is more than that.It is the strange dominating personality of the man that somehow holds you captive.Iknow nothing in history to compare with the position of Mr.Smith among those who drink over his bar, except, though in a lesser degree, the relation of the Emperor Napoleon to the Imperial Guard.

When you meet Mr.Smith first you think he looks like an over-dressed pirate.Then you begin to think him a character.You wonder at his enormous bulk.Then the utter hopelessness of knowing what Smith is thinking by merely looking at his features gets on your mind and makes the Mona Lisa seem an open book and the ordinary human countenance as superficial as a puddle in the sunlight.After you have had a drink in Mr.Smith's bar, and he has called you by your Christian name, you realize that you are dealing with one of the greatest minds in the hotel business.

Take, for instance, the big sign that sticks out into the street above Mr.Smith's head as he stands.What is on it? "JOS.SMITH, PROP." Nothing more, and yet the thing was a flash of genius.Other men who had had the hotel before Mr.Smith had called it by such feeble names as the Royal Hotel and the Queen's and the Alexandria.

Every one of them failed.When Mr.Smith took over the hotel he simply put up the sign with "JOS.SMITH, PROP.," and then stood underneath in the sunshine as a living proof that a man who weighs nearly three hundred pounds is the natural king of the hotel business.

But on this particular afternoon, in spite of the sunshine and deep peace, there was something as near to profound concern and anxiety as the features of Mr.Smith were ever known to express.

The moment was indeed an anxious one.Mr.Smith was awaiting a telegram from his legal adviser who had that day journeyed to the county town to represent the proprietor's interest before the assembled License Commissioners.If you know anything of the hotel business at all, you will understand that as beside the decisions of the License Commissioners of Missinaba County, the opinions of the Lords of the Privy Council are mere trifles.

The matter in question was very grave.The Mariposa Court had just fined Mr.Smith for the second time for selling liquors after hours.

The Commissioners, therefore, were entitled to cancel the license.

Mr.Smith knew his fault and acknowledged it.He had broken the law.

How he had come to do so, it passed his imagination to recall.Crime always seems impossible in retrospect.By what sheer madness of the moment could he have shut up the bar on the night in question, and shut Judge Pepperleigh, the district judge in Missinaba County, outside of it? The more so inasmuch as the closing up of the bar under the rigid license law of the province was a matter that the proprietor never trusted to any hands but his own.Punctually every night at 11 o'clock Mr.Smith strolled from the desk of the "rotunda" to the door of the bar.If it seemed properly full of people and all was bright and cheerful, then he closed it.If not, he kept it open a few minutes longer till he had enough people inside to warrant closing.But never, never unless he was assured that Pepperleigh, the judge of the court, and Macartney, the prosecuting attorney, were both safely in the bar, or the bar parlour, did the proprietor venture to close up.Yet on this fatal night Pepperleigh and Macartney had been shut out--actually left on the street without a drink, and compelled to hammer and beat at the street door of the bar to gain admittance.

This was the kind of thing not to be tolerated.Either a hotel must be run decently or quit.An information was laid next day and Mr.

Smith convicted in four minutes,--his lawyers practically refusing to plead.The Mariposa court, when the presiding judge was cold sober, and it had the force of public opinion behind it, was a terrible engine of retributive justice.

So no wonder that Mr.Smith awaited with anxiety the message of his legal adviser.

He looked alternately up the street and down it again, hauled out his watch from the depths of his embroidered pocket, and examined the hour hand and the minute hand and the second hand with frowning scrutiny.

Then wearily, and as one mindful that a hotel man is ever the servant of the public, he turned back into the hotel.

"Billy," he said to the desk clerk, "if a wire comes bring it into the bar parlour."The voice of Mr.Smith is of a deep guttural such as Plancon or Edouard de Reske might have obtained had they had the advantages of the hotel business.And with that, Mr.Smith, as was his custom in off moments, joined his guests in the back room.His appearance, to the untrained eye, was merely that of an extremely stout hotelkeeper walking from the rotunda to the back bar.In reality, Mr.Smith was on the eve of one of the most brilliant and daring strokes ever effected in the history of licensed liquor.When I say that it was out of the agitation of this situation that Smith's Ladies' and Gent's Cafe originated, anybody who knows Mariposa will understand the magnitude of the moment.

Mr.Smith, then, moved slowly from the doorway of the hotel through the "rotunda," or more simply the front room with the desk and the cigar case in it, and so to the bar and thence to the little room or back bar behind it.In this room, as I have said, the brightest minds of Mariposa might commonly be found in the quieter part of a summer afternoon.

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