St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1884-11-01
A Plucky Photographer.

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light in terrifying women and children,
and inofiensive citizens. This desper..
ado boosted that he could ''clcan 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-
phasizing his threat by flourishing
horse pistol. One day, this ''fower OF
the plains" as he faeetiously called
himself sauntered into photographer
studio. The artist, a young man from
New York, had been in Cayenne but
short time.
swell, tenderfoot," said the bully, as
he dropped carelessly into 2 ehair'
''what do You charge for pictures?"
II beg your pardon" answered the
artist. quietly, shut | did not under
stand your first remark. !"
.'No? / don't repeat remarks, young
feIler," replied his visitor, pulling out
his pistol. II asked how much you
charge for pictures?'
ssEight dollars dozen. large size.
''As large as my size9" sneered the
bully.
Il have taken them your SIZE" an
swered the young man, coolly.
s.Wel, look here, you! I 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 do"
Then the quicker you mix up the
chemicals for the scenery of this view
the better. Step livelyn'
The young artist looked black for a
minute, and then, as if he thought the
matter good joke, burst into a laugh.
s'You are sure you want to sit for a
large-size picture?n he asked, with a
queer look on his face.
Eyes. 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 going?n
81 must get the materials for the pict-
ure from my other room. =
ooh, all right" growled the bully.
Thought you were going to cut. But
you don't fool this child!'
The artist went into HE other room
and came back with the prepared plate
which heput into its place in the came
IA. Unobserved, he slipped something
else into the box Of the instrument over
which the cloth was laid.
Nov. then. SIR said he, still laugh
ing, chow will you have the picture,
sitting or standingP"
swell, I'll have it the way am, =
answered the desperate, throwing his
pistol on table and folding his arms
across his breast in defiant manner.
Every well. sir" said the artist,
quietly putting his head under the
cloth. ''Now, then. just fasten your
eyes on that projection in the corner
over there. Don't move. If you move
an inch Ill defend my rights With
tbis!!''
And quick as lightning the photog-
rapher threw off the cloth and pulled
out revolver from the camera, where
he had hidden it.
It was q scene for an artist. The
bully looked along the barrel. saw it
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
II took out his watch with his left
hand
"For 1arge-sized pictures of this
kind, / generally take three minutes.
But TO insure q good sitting in your
case, | viii 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 adj
yanced to the table, took the desper-
ADDS pistol, and came back to his
camera.
Five minutes. There is d good i'm.
preston on the plate by this time.
Still, to make sure, seeing it is q large
AGze, too big for this establishment, and
sol of you may not be taken yet, we will
dnNtinue the sitting a few moments
nj y
NA the end of another minute the
bullrSs face was livid. The artist, still
wilma gathering eye OA u1lu3 put bne
cap oSMr the camera.
NON thaa,'' said be, sharply,
''leave NY parlor, and never put your
eaSHntSNhis room AGAIN.
The bully departed and left the pho
t6STapher kmaster of the field. The
picture wills wonderful likeness, and
the artist gsung it and the pist9l on the
wall together, where they sdgEed the
double Purpose of an advertisement
and q wtrrang. He has never been
again trGAslsd by that ESitor. Youths
A yo91& minister and his wife
visited the congregation where his faith
er was nreYidAlY the nastor. He