The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1878-11-06
The Imaelnary Bravo.
DAREDEVIL DEEDS PERFORMED BY PEACE
lnTE REE0fTES.

(. from tho Reno tNeyadal Gazctse.I
The fall fights being In fierce progress,
the mind OF man is turned to puS1iism.
Quite crowd OF prominent citizens were
comfortably gathered around the stove IN o
,CommerciaERow saloon lost evening, ana
In the course Of the general belligerent con-
yersation -reminiscently belligerenf, mere
iva small tobacco-dealer with squeaKy
voice, and weighing perhaps one hundred
and fifty pounds, spoke up: :" aio,G no
fiphtin' man." he admitted graclousiy'
.tan' I don't blow about what l kin DO IN
the way soi sIickiD', and L amt nad u
black eye since l left school. once
six.iooter that could have lifted me
up with one hand came into the store
nm, called for Bouquet Special am then
tried to hang me up for it. l tod MIN IL
wouldn't do, am he begun to buster an,
call tough names. See here, my FRIEND
saws ], fiyin' my eyes on him hard Il always
do that when l have trouble with man,
and tell YOU what, one OF my looks usually
fetchcs 'em), says, See here, my TREND,
T don't want no soolishness. don't know
Won. and YOU can't have no trust at THIS
shon. YOU'RE a blk, that's what you are
We'll. sir, he Just reached over an stamped
nv face. l don't know what happened for
the next five minutes. When | do get mad
mr brain seems to whizz round, am l can't
wee. When come to myself was out on
thc sidewalk on the top OF that siH-footer.
an I'd beat bis face till it looked like Il raw
beeisteak. How done it | don't know,
for don't pretend to be fighter. IL took
five men to haul me off, and the slX-footer
was laid up in bed for six weeks. 10 aVold
trouble paid the Doctors BILL"
"Pve often noticed the same thing with
myself," said consumptiye dry-goods
man. "It's terrible to get into one OF them
RACES. I've only been mad three or four
times in my life. and then foam al the
mouth. Now, Pm not ashamed to say tnat
Pm rather cowardly. Courage is mere
matter OF nerves. but Eve often wondered
that I haven't killed somebody or done
something awful in one Of my RACES. Dye
see this scar?-right over my eye here.
We'll, perhaps it's growed up, but it looked
like q nigger-ninstrePS mouth once. got
that over IN French Corral. was keepln'
a saloon there in '65 and done big busl-
ness. There was fellow lived next
door to me named MulIigan-Patsy Null
liran, or Mike Mulligan. l don't remem-
Der which. Well, he was pretty good
fellow when he was sober, but per-
feet terror when IN liquor, and he
had the name OF being the toughest tighter
IN the Corral. I was always civil to him
when met him and when he came into the
saloon, which he did pretty frequent. l
amt ashamed to say that / was afraid OF
Mulligan, for I wasn't a fighter then any
MORN l am now, and If had Il good chance
I'd rather run than fight any time. But
when Pm cornered-cornered close up
why then Pill sail in as any other man would,
and when do fight fight to win, you bet
your life. Well, one morning when was
settn' my bar to rights in comes Mulllgan.
He weighed about three times as much as
did, and the moment he come in see he'd
been on it all night, and wasn't feelin' in good
humor The first thing he done was to Kick
over turee or four chairs and spit mouth
full OF tobacco on the blliard-table. l
didn't say nothin', for he was a good Gus
toner, and l didn't want no trouble. But
when he up and with one good solid kick
brought down the cue-rack thought he'd
gone far enough, and says to him, Null
ligau, won't you have something to drinkT
Il don't care il do says he, walking up
to the bar. There was only two OF US in the
saloon, and it was too carly for anybody
much to be on the streets. 'Whapll you
haye?' saws I. Gimme cocktail, says he,
sand be dam lively about it, too Thought
that seen' it was my treat that this was
pretty fresh. but didn't say nothin', for
didn't want no trouble. built him big
drink, and then, boys, what dye think the
big husky did? Why. he just took the whis-
key-bottle out OF my hand. and takin' up
the uuid o. tobacco he'd laid down Oh the
counter, lie begun crammin' it with his En-
ger down the neck OF the bottle. Then l
got mad and made grab for my whlskey,
and the brute struck me over the eye with
it, maxim that scar. Then we went at it.
| hit him with walrus-tusk that hung by
the bar-mirror, and he begun gatherin' up
the glasses, but bust him on the head with
a decanter. That 1loored him, and Just
Jumped over the counter and was giyin'
him the heel in his face when Constable
Flanagan rushed in and dragged me off.
Both OF us were laid up for God knows
how long, but we never had no more trou-
ble.'
"When I was young Teller over in Mis-
souri," began toothless old man, 81 had
one OF the dearndest scrapes you ever hearn
tell on. There was Il Teller that"
At that moment a tremendous row on the
street caused general rush Of the sanguI-
nary citizens to the door. A fight between
two printers was IN progress, and they
stood round and enjoyed it till one OF the
typos sat down oil q rock and positively re-
fused to fight any more. Then the citizens
went back into the warm saloon and told
one another what desperate characters they
were when they once got started.