The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1884-10-10
4 Plucsy Photographer.

Plucky Photographer.
The frontier town of Cayenne, Texas,
hes been pestered for some time By one
of those staggering DULLES who de-
| light in terrifying women and children,
(, and inoffensive citizens. This desper-
ado boasted that he could ''clean OUT
the whole town single handed. He. was
! accustomed to enter the stores, demand
whatever caught his fancy. and threat
ening to shoot the proprietor if the ar
ticle was not forthcoming at once, en-
phasiEing his threat by fOurishinS 3
horse pistol. One day. this flower of
the plains" as he facetiously called
| himself, sauntered into a photographer S
studio. The artist, young man from
New York, had been in Cayenne but q
short tine.
"Well. tenderfoot." said the bully. as
he dropped carelessly into chair.
"what do you charge for pictures"
II beg your pardon" answered the
artist, quie ", ''but 1 did not under
stand your first remark"
..No? don't repeat remarks. young
fcller," replied his visitor, pulling out
his pistol II asked how much you
charge for pictures"
"Eight dollars dozen large size"
''As large as my size?" sneered the
bully.
81 have taken them your size," an
swered the young man, coOlly.
swell, look here. you! l don't in
tend to pay any such price. My size is
to big for this establishment. You are
going to give me sitting for nothing.
Do you understand that, Stranger"
81 think 1 do"
'Then the quicker you mix up the
chemicals for the scenery of this view
the better. Step iivelyn'
The young artist looked black for a
minute, and then, rs if he thought the
matter good joke, burst into laugh.
You are sure you want to sit for q
Iarge-size picture?' he ASKED, with a
queer look on his face.
'Yes. And you want to be quick
about it, too. No fooling. That won't
go down with the son of the plains.
Where are you goingP"
81 must get the materials for the pict-
ure from my other room."
"Oh, all right!' growled the bully.
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you don't fool this childn'
The artist went into HE other room
and came back with the prepared plate
which he put into its place in the came
IA. Unobserved. he slipped something
else into the box of the instrument over
which the cloth was laid.
Now. then. SIR" said he, still laugh
ing, show will you have the picture,
sitting or standing?"
well, I'll have it the way l am, "
answered the desperate, throwing his
pistol on table and folding his arms
across his breast in defiant manner.
"Very well. SIR" said the artist,
quietly putting his head under the
cloth. snow, then. Just fasten your
eyes on that projection in the corner
over there. Don't move. If you move
an inch Ill de.end my rights with
this!"
And quick as lightning the photog.
rapher threw off the cloth and pulled
out revolver from the camera, where
he had hidden it.
1t was scene for an artist. The
bully looked along the barrel, saw il
was as steady as if it rested on stone
wall, and the sweat gathered in big
drops on his forehead. Like most bull
lies, he was coward. The artist had
him completely at his mercy. He cool
" took out his watch with his left
hand.
"For large-sized pictures of this
kind, 1 generally take three minutes.
But to insure good sitting in your
case, 1 will make it little longer.
Steady, my dear sir! If this revolver
should go off in haste, it might damage
the picture. and don't wish to spoil
my reputation as an artist. You will
keep your eyes on that point. or be pre-
pared for the consequences.
Still covering the trembling bully
with his weapon. the young artist ad.
vanced to. the table, took the desper-
ADDS pistol. and came back to his
camera.
"Five minutes. There is 3 good i'm.
preston on the plate by this time.
Still, to make sure, seeing it is a large
size, too big for this establishment. and
all of you may not be taken yet, we will
continue the sitting few moments
more"
At the end of another minute the
buIly's face was livid. The artist, still
with glittering eye on him, put the
cap over the camera.
'.Now, then" said he, sharply,
''leave my parlor, and never put your
head into this room again
The bully departed and left the pho.
tographer master of the field. The
picture was wonderful likeness. and
the artist hung it and the pistol on the
wall together, where they served the
double purpose of an advertisement
and warning. He has never been
again troubled by that visitor.-Youth's