The Russellville Democrat., 1892-07-28
BILLS PISTOL PRACTICE.
He Shoots Flies Of the Nose of nr. Hans
 .Jac0bs.

The prifa eiiPfai characters before Judge Love, of the police court, this morning were Bill Fox, cowboy from Texas, and Hans Jacobs, the keeper of a combination saloon and grocery on Main street, between Fourth and Fifth.
 Bill was in the dock, dressed only as good cowboys are in the habit of dressing. His slouch hat was nearly under his arm, and hislong, flowing hair was somewhat matted for the want of comb. The usual revolver in his belt was absent, however, and in consequence he wore an air of disgust. which plainly said that he considered himself only half a man without 1t.
 He was only charged with being drunk, but Hans Jacobs wanted him charged with assault to murder, and in order to get warrant he had to tell the court about 1t.
 "Well, Mr. Jacobs, what do you want this warrant for9" asked Pros ecuting Attorney Colton.
 "Vell, he vas shoot at me last night"
 "Who shot at you7" asked Mr. Cotton.
 "Dat man dare init the long hair. He vas wild cowboy"
 "What did he shoot you fori'
 "Yoost to make me some fun, ]" he said.
 "How did it happen'''
 "Vell, you see, he comes into my shtore und he said gif him CT drink. I says you have glass book beerf und he says yes-kvick. 1 draws de beer and puts 1t init de counter on, ven he roars like one of dose Texas steers and kick de beer ion de counter. told him I don't like dot business und he could dake his drake away. By jimminie he bulls out a great pig gun and says, 'Trow out bottle of trantula yuce init horned toad in it. "
 "Did you obeyf'
 II didn't have got no such shtuff in de shtore. !"
 "Then what did you doi"
 "I doldt him don't shoot. l would dry to get some, und ven l was lookin' bang vent his gun, und l daught dat my nose vas shot away " 4
 "Did you run out theni"
 "No; I sharted, but he says come back init you or makes big hole in you vot dog jumps trough" :"
 "Did he shoot againf"
 'No; I git him viskey, und ask him vot for he shoots me. He says das vos fly on my nose, und he kilt him. :"
 "Was there any one else present."
 "No, sir"
 "Why didn't you blow a police whistlef''
 "I vos going to, but he said he would blow, too. "
 "Blow what7"
 "De top of my hett of. :"
 "Then you did not blowf'
 ''I should schmile not" said Mir. Jacobs with shrug of his shoulders. "Ven he drinks a bottle of my wis key he goes oud, und I don't see him some more till he vas arrested in anoder saloon for drunk" /"
 "What have you to say to all this, Bill Fox of Texasg" inquired the court.
 Bill arose slowly to his feet and looked as picturesque as a bandit chief as he exclaimed:
 "Shoot that thing, iedge. Why, I'd no more waste ammunition on him than 1 would on a laughing jackass. l may have brushed a fly off his nose if 1 had had my revolv- CT, but 1 find myself this morning a long way from home without my trusty weapon. "
 "But you got so full of visky dat you vas robbed in anoder place" :" interposed Mir. Jacobs.
 "That is false on its face, your honor. A cowboy never gets drunk enough to lose his tools" replied Bill, with indignation.
 "I expect you are right, Fox" rephed the court. "You may do twenty-four hours, andin the mean time will see about this game of shooting flies off the noses of Ger man grocers."
 "Well, I didn't touch him, any how" said Bill, sulkily, as he re- turned to prison below.-San Fran ciSco Evanipo Poet