The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-05-26

The Spanlard poured out an extra quantity OF
powder, and having poured it in the pistol, called
for rammer. He then put the same ball in he
used before. Meanwhile, Joe had been loading
his own pistol.
One moment" uttered Joe, reaching out his
hand. "The caps are in the butt Of your PTS
tol Let me get them.
The fellow handed over his pistol, but kept his
eye upon it. Joe opened little silver spring at
the end Of the butt, and true there were some
percussion caps there. He took out two, and
having capped his own pistol he tossed it into
the air, catching it very adroity it came down,
and then handed back the other to the Spaniard,
bnt saw nothing out Of the way, and yet he
changed pistols with his foe
Now" cried he, "I'll put ball in my pistol,
and then we will be ready
He slipt something in that looked like cat
ridge but no one else saw it.
Now" said the spaniard, '1et's see you
hold this in your mouth "
Again they took their stations and again they
were ready.
HOne-two-three
And the spaniard fred first, by aim, Joe
firing in the air as before And again Jon step
ped forward and took the self same ball out of
his mouth, and handed it to the Antagonist
The fellow was completely dumbfounded and
swore the rest.
" You no fire at me !" gasped the captain
III fire at you the next time,n said Joe, in
tone of thunder, 'thus far have only showed
you that powder and ball can have no effect
on me. Twice have you fired at me with as
true pistol as was ever made, and both times
| have caught your ball between my teeth, while
| have fired in the air I ment that you should
live long enough to know that for twice in your
life you had seen, if not the old fellow himself
(pointing downward at least one who is in his
employ The old gentlemen will like the COM
pany of Spanish captain of Infantry, and I'll
send you along. Come, load again. ("
But the astonished Spaniard did not seem
inclined to do So A man who swallowed car
wing knives as he would sardines, and who
caught pistol balls between his teeth, was not
exactly the man for him to deal with While
he was bordering upon what he had seen, Joe
took handful, Of bullets from his pocket, and
began to toss them rapidly down his throat and
when these were gone he picked up some half
dozen good sized stones, and sent them after the
bullets.
Holy Santa Maria, calculated the Spaniard
while his eyes seemed almost starting from their
sockets. "What man. By my soul 'tis the
devil i"
And as he thus spoke, he turned on his heel,
and hurried away from the place. After he was
gone, Joe beckoned to me to give him the knives
| did so, and then saw him slip them up his
coat-sleeves When we returned to the cafe, he
approached the keeper.
You want your knives" he said
But the poor fellow did not speak Joe put
his hand to his right ear and pulled out one of
the long knives Then from his left ear he drew
the other The Inn keeper crossed himself in
terror, and shrank trembling away But we
finished our wine, and having paid for it, turned
to go.
Here" said joe II haven't paid for the
yard yet" and as he spoke he threw down a
piece of silver on the counter
"No no no p shrieked the poor fellow
Don't leave your money here, don'tW
Joe picked it up and went away laughing.
Ever after that while he remained at Mahon
Joe Latti was an object of both curiosity, and
terror on shore, for an account all colored to
suit the exaggerated conception of the cafe keep
err, had been spread over the city, and the pious
Catholics there wanted nothing to do with such
man. only to keep on his good humored side
An editor as he was going a counting, said
he was "going to press.
When you negotiate for house having all
the modern improvements, don't forget to lock
for a mortgage as one of them.
An editor is a poor fellow WHO empties bis
brains to fill his stomach
1 "A L r., W. i