He turned and went out to the bartender.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
His chin, blue with shaving, and his gray hair carefully parted in the middle, made up a physiognomy that might have belonged either to a bartender or a ward politician.
"Command"
William McFee
I only asked because you seemed so anxious to see him, mildly pleaded the bartender.
"Her Mother's Secret"
Emma D. E. N. Southworth