Mexico weekly ledger., 1880-10-28
BILL NYE.
His Blood Curtlling Adventure in Barber
From the Denver Tribune.


From the Denver Tribune.
To-day got shaved at q barber
shop, where 1 begged the operator to
kill me and put me oat of misery.
l have been accustomed 10 gentle
care and thoughtfulness at home, and
my barber at Laramie handles me
with the utmost tenderness. was,
therefore, poorly prepared to meet
the man who this morning filled my
soul with woe.
l know that have not deserved
this, for while others have berated the
poor barber and swore about h.s bad
breath and neverending clatter and
general heartlessness, I have never
said anything that was not filed with
child-llke trust and hearty good will
toward him. -.
l have called the attention of the
public to the fact that customers some
times had bad breath and we're rest
less and mean while being operated
upon, and then when they are all
fixed up nicely they put their hats on
and light cigar and hold up their
finger to the weary barber and tell
him they will see him more subse-
quently.
Now, however, feel differently.
This barber no doubt had never
heard of me. He no doubt thought
l was an ordinary plug who didn't
know anything about luxury.
I shall mark copy of this paper
and send it to him. Then while he
is reading it l will up behind him
with pickhandle and kill him.
want him to be reading this when
kill him, because it will assist the
coroner in arriving at the immediate
cause of his death.
The first Whit I took of this mans
breath, knew that he was runs
maniac.
He had the Jim Jams in an ad
vanced stage. Now, 1 don't object
to being shaved by a man who is so.
cially drunk, but when the mad gilt.
ter of the maniac Is in his eye and ]
see that he is debating the question
of whether he will cut my Head of
and let it drop over the back of the
chair or to choke me to death with /.
lather brush, it makes me nervou.
and figetty.
This man made up his mind thre,
times that he would kill me, and some
one came in just in time to save me
His chair was near the window, an(
there was a hole in the blind, SO tina
when he was shaving the off side o
my face he would turn my head Owe
in such position that I could lool
up into the middle of the sun. M,
attention had never before been callet
to the appearance of the sun as
looks to the naked eye, and was
good deal surprised.
| The more l looked into the yer,
center of the great orb Of day tn
more was filled with wonder at th
might and power that could create il
began to pine for death immediate
ly, SO l could be far away among th
heavenly bodies, and in land wher
no barber with the detirium triangle
can ever enter.
| The barber held my head down s
that the sun could shine into my dark
ened understanding, until felt tbs
my brain had melted and was foatin
around and swashing about in m,
skull like melted butter.
His hand was very unsteady, toe
1 lost faith in him on the start whe
he cut off mole nnder my chin an
threw it into the spittoon. did nc
care particularly, but at the sam
time had not decided to take it o
at that time. In fact l had worn
so long that had ascome attache
to it. 1t had also become attached
me.
: That is why could not restrai
: my tears when the barber cut it Q
and then stepped back to the 9th,
, end of the room to see how I locke
( without it.