The Horse in the Beer Parlor

The Horse in the Beer Parlor
By Linda C Butler

Dulcie Taylor, the daughter of Ben Maxwell, the owner of Maxwell’s Beer Parlor, told this story:

The miners from the Laguna Mine drank heavily on paydays as they had money to spend.  They worked hard and needed to relax. Herman Stoltz, a nephew to Carl Stoltz, was in the crowd in the beer parlor this day, and my Dad determined that he’d had enough to drink and refused to sell him any more beer.  Herman was annoyed and left the building but wanted to get even.  He found a horse outside which he led into the porch and then through the front door of the beer parlor.  Everyone gawked when they saw a horse come into the building.

Ben argued with Herman that he had to remove the horse, but Herman wouldn’t budge.  The beer parlor was poorly constructed with only a plank floor and Dad was concerned that the horse was so heavy he would step through it and break a leg.  Herman continued to refuse to move the horse unless my Dad served him beer again, and if he couldn’t drink, he would disrupt the business.  My Dad got out the baseball bat from behind the counter and threatened to strike Herman with it.  My dad was a small man, but wielding a baseball bat he was a force to be reckoned with and Herman departed in a hurry with the horse.

(c) Linda C Butler

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About Linda C Butler

I write pioneer stories from the Herb Lake Ghost Town. Please do not re-blog this material or re-publish without my permission.
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