The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1881-12-16
Such a Getting Up Stairs.


There Is a man In the Seventh Ward
that is probably the meanest man IN this
country. He had rather play joke on
his family than to pay a note. His peo-
pie, the women folks, are as afraid as
death of firearms, and when there was
so much talk about toy pistols killing
children, they worried their lives out
nearly, for fear the little fve-year-old
would get hold of one of them and blow
a lot of his thumbs off. The family was
away for a week or two, leaving this
mean man and the little boy at home,
and from all reports the man and the
boy had a healthy old time. This mean
man Is a great sportsman, and he has
neat little revolver that he can kill rat
with four times out of five. While the
family was away he got lot OF blank
cartridges for the revolver, and he and
the young hopeful used to go down IN
the basement and fire blank cartridges
at the furnace door. The little fellow
= .ot so ne could shoot blank cartridges
ike a hero, and he promised not to tell
anybody that papa had been teaching
him to shoot, though he was as proud of
his proficiency as could be. The family
got back, and one evening there were
two or three ladies IN to spend the even
ing.
The party missed the mean man and
the little boy The mean man loaded
the revolver with blank cartridges and
told the little fellow they would have
some fun. He fixed the little fellow up
like an Indian, and told him to take the
revolver and 90 IN the sitting-room and
yell, "whOoP," and fire the whole seven
cartridges. 1t was picnic for the little
fellow. He came up out of the base
ment, opened the door and "whOoped,"
and began to fire. They were talking
about trimming night gowns, or some
such innocent pastime, when the firing
commenced. The mother of the child
recognized him, and started TO take the
revolver away, but he pointed at her and
fired a second shot and got behind
rocking chair and kept blazing away.
The mother thought she was killed and
fell over q hassock and rolled under a
table. One of the lady callers got up
on a sofa and pulled up her skirts so if
there had been bullets In the revolver
every one of them would have hit her
Another got behind the stove and held
an evening paper up before her, and
they all yelled murder. The grandfather
was sewing carpet-rags, and at the first
fire he dropped stitch and fell over
cuspidore and began to say his prayers.
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some goose oil, run up stairs and got
into the bathroom and locked herself
in As the last shot was fired.at the cat,
which was trying to get under the stove,
the mean man came In, and calling the
boy by name said, Hello, having some
fun with the visitors, ELI ?" and he coOlly
took the revolver and put it in his pocket
and asked if any of them were hit They
all said they were hit. and, do you know.
that mean man actually pretended he
! thought they were wounded, and went
( probing around for the bullets Then
he told them it was only a lot of blank
+ cartridges, and that he and the boy had
/ been practicing for two weeks, and then
/ the women went at him and came near
J pulling all the hair out of his head, be-
cause he was mean enough to search
them for bullets. Some men, who have
never run for Office even, are meaner
, than Pusley.-Peck'S Sun