Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1880-11-11
Lacked the COnveniences.


dressed or smelling very pleasant, as he
broke into the Elgle's sanctum yester-
day and grasped the city EDITORS hand.
my dear sir, do you not recognize meP
"No, I don't" respori I'D the city
editor, grufiy. What's you. 'acketH"
Don't recognize me! Why, my dear
sir, don't you recognize-did you ever
see Doctor Carver, the famous rife
shot?"
"No, didn't" replied the city
editor.
"Oh, well, that accounts for it," said
the visitor, breathing easier.
Are you Doctor Carver'" asked the
city editor, suspiciously.
1.-THE same" responded the seedy
man. 1--we dropped in to ask a bit of
a favor. Coming across on the boat from
New 7 York | made match with a man
who is waiting downstairs for me. We
are to shoot right away, and | have
| oalledin to borrow your gun until
eat him"
Where's your ownP"
In New York. Haven't time TO get
it. The match comes of in an hour
and must have gun. Happened to
think Of you and stepped in. viii re-
turn it in two hours"
But I haven't any gum" said the
city editor. "NeverEdid have one. and
don't want any,"
Anybody round the Office got oneH
asked the doctor. "Do you know any
body who has got gun?"
No, IEdont. Why don't you buy
one?"
That's just it. This match is for
81, 500 a side, and it took every cent Of
change / had to make the stake. Haven't
got quarter left, so I'm compelled to
borrow a gun 10 win my money back.
Tou wait here, and I'll see the man, and
see what he'll do" and the doctor
shuflled across the street to where the
man in slouch hat and tom trousers
wss trying to decipher a theatrical
poster. After n few moments conversa-
tion the doctor hobbled back.
We've fixed it." he shouted, glee-
fully. He consents TO shoot with n
pistol. Twelve hundred yards with a
revolver. which lets us out. The mans
n stranger to me, but he seems to be a
perfect gentleman. So now we're all
right, eh?"
1t looks So" said the city editor
Good day. Hope you beat him."
There is only one trouble" continued
the doctor, "and that is, l haven't any
pistol with me. If you'll lend me yours
till | finish this match, it'll be the best
thing you ever did for this paper" and
the doctor winked mysteriously.
But Il haven't got any pistol" re.
monstrated the city editor. There
isn't pistol in the office"
"Well, that's funny. I'll ask him
again what we'd better do"
Once more The shabby doctor and his
sha5bier friend entered into negotia-
tions, and the doctor returned, con-
vulsed with mirth.
He says he'lllthrow Ipenknives mt a
mark with me. provided I furnish new
imported stock. OF course, can beat
him at that, but I haven't the knives.
He's the queerest chap ever saw. You
haven't got n couple of nice penknives,
have you?"
Nor responded the city editor; II
haven't any,"
Il don't see how we are going to have
the match out, said the doctor, "unless
he could consent TO shy clubs. Have
you got any Indian clubs or nice walk
ing canes about youP"
Nothing of the sortr'
" 1 reckon I'll have to go to New York
for my gun, but the worst of 1t is I've
put up my last cent of change on the
match-Sl, 500 in cash-and haven't
two cents to pay the ferriage. OF course,
l must pay for him because he's holding
the stakes and don't want to lose sight
of him. Got quarterP"
"No," said the city editor. Haven't
anything of the sort"
"Of course, don't need quarter.
cause the fare is only two cents apiece.
Lend me nickel till get my gunP"
Haven't got it."
"Very we'll" said the doctor, with a
shade of disappointment on his fac
"then the match Is off. II won't be
shot and I lose my money"
Ten minutes afterward the doctor and
his friend few through the swing. door
of a saloon on their way to the curb
stone. and the city editor looking on
from his window felt his conscience ease
up on him as henoticed that the doctor
was length and two necks ahead or
bis competitor. and that he had won
one match even IL he had forfeited in
the other Broollyn Eagle.