The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-26
Written for THE ARKANsAw TRAVELLER.
 NEW YORK LETTER.
BY ALEX. E. S swEET.

Almost a whole week has succeeded in gliding away since Holland, the man from Texas, shot and killed one of the largest and most respected sawdust deal. CTS in the business.
 New York was shocked from Harlem river to the Battery, and passengers on the terryboats are positive they expert enced gentle, undulating kind of motion two miles out in the harbor. Some even go so far as to brag that the dishes rat tied over in New Jersey. No such shock has been experienced since the earth quake shook up things last year.
 Ever since "that little shooting bee" as the late Ben Thompson, of Austin, would have called it, I've heard more about Texas desperadoes than did in Texas in a whole year, but, thank heaven the excitement is beginning to abate. l am in hopes that Tim Mccarthy, the great woman beater, will be guilty of some new eccentricity that will divert public attention away from my unfor- tunate state.
 verify believe that there are hundreds of people in New York stretched on beds of suffering who contracted pneumonia by failing to don their autumnal fannels, and the reason that they forgot to do so was that they were too busy talking about that man from Texas. A ticket agent on the Ell road was so busy listening to man who was explaining how the Texan toted bis pistol, that he, the aforesaid ticket agent, gave me lead nickel in change. The unfortunate affair seems to have unbalanced the minds of some of the people here.
 Wonderful stories are told of the cool. ness of Holland after he had rebuked the sawdust man. When he was arrested by the police, he expressed considerable curiosity to see the Tombs, to which he was being conducted. While he was escortiug the policeman to the Tombs, he turned to him and said quietly:
 " am stranger here in New York, and would be much obliged to you if you would point out to me any historic spots or prominent public buildings we may pass while we are out taking this little stroll"
 "You take things pretty cool" re- marked the policeman.
 Yes" drawled the Texan, "l'm sorter serene, but Pm not quite as calm and in- different as that ar teller got the drop on."
 {" But you will be just that cold and in- different before we get through with you," retorted the policeman, who has consid- erable local pride.
 agree with the policeman, for the chances of Holland being hung were never so brilliant as they are right now. He has no political influence whatever, in New York, and his means are com paratively limited. He stands no more chance than does that traditional feline that has been deprived of his claws pre- paratory to his being shipped to Chicago.
 There has been great deal of discus sion on the street cars and elsewhere as to what ought to be done to Texans who come to New York, and carry pistols, and public sentiment has about crystallized itself into the idea that such people should be left severely alone.
 The feeling against Holland is very very bitter. There are a great many people who think his failure to shoot !" The" Davis, the deputy of Tom, is altogether inexcusable. A poor Texan who tries to please everybody in New York is not going to succeed. There are some people here who express great sat- isfaction that Holland failed to get away with the bag containing SIo 900 in good money. Among these is lawyer Howe who has been retained to assist in the prosecution. He has got charge of that bag, and will probably sift it te the bot tom in pursuit of evidence.
 There are some very peculiar features connected with this murder, and one of them is that 1t was not committed by a policeman. This is something altogether out of the usual line. The man who was killed was very good to his family. He had one in three different wards and there are some outside precincts to hear from. None of his families knew any more about his being engaged in nc furious business than did the police, under whose very noses he carried on the sawdust game.
 lam impsllsd hy motives ot staas pride