San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-12-30
CRAZY HORSE HOTEL.
A Rather Lively HosteIrv UP in the
C1ur d'Alenes.

| A Rather Lively HOstelry Up in the
C1ur d'Alenes.
From the Seattle Press Times.
Whoever enters the region of the
Metal Heart should not fail to visit
Wallace, the metropolis of the Coeur
d'Alenes, and whoever visits Wallace
cannot conveniently do other wise
than stop at the Crazy Horse Hotel.
The proprietor, aided an aDetted by
two or three dusky porters, meets
one at the depot by a vehicle drawn
by animals which exhibit pronounced
symptoms OF insanity, and lead one
to believe that they are descended
from the Industrious equine after
which the hosiery is named.
There is only one Crazy Horse hotel
in the Ceur d'Alenes. Patient as the
people are they will not submit to the
indignity of another. The proprietor
has been at one time or another May
or, Justice of the Peace, leader of the
vigilantes, chief of the fire depart
ment, chief of police, elder In the
church, purveyor of choice liquors,
and has held q number other offic-
es. He has recently become an elder
in the church, and after the evening
meal he fills pipe Of huge dimen.
slons, and If the least encouragement
lie offered will recits the history of the
Ceur d 'Alenes and express his belief
that every town lot contains q mine.
"Its the most desirable place to
live in the whole United States" he
said. 1.-THE peoples morals are i'm
provin'. Never see sich sights now as
there used to be Why, when / was
CHIEF of police it kept me busy chasin'
from one place to another. stopping
people from fghtin'. 1t just seemed
as if"
Here q man stepped up to the bar
and asked for the best brand of en-
balming fluid. A bottle of whisky
labeled the "Road to Glory" was set
before him, and he poured out one
glass and drank it, carefully retain
ing q firm hold on the neck of the
bottle.
"As was ssyin'. stranger" con-
tinued the boniface, "this is getting
to be such q moral country that it's
durn monotoonus sometimes"
Here the man at the bar filled up
his glass again and drained it with
out apparent effort. The lines about
the old mans mouth began to grow
firm and there was an unmerciful
ring In the voice as he continued:
"Ghis is the mooalest Country
hyar, stranger, drop that bottle.
don't wholesale Ticker, nor do I keep
q distillery to fatten hogs"
Angry words ensued. The visitor
was a man of athletic build, but the
old man grabbed club of prodigious
dimensions and victory sooD perched
upon his banner, and the strangers
blood flowed on the bar room floor.
The stranger had fled.
"Such things will happen some
times" he said, alphabetically, and
then added:
Gust walt until 1 wash my hands
and Well 60 over to prayer meetin'"
Landlord Bancroft, of Cnurd'Alene
City, Is another peculiar character.
Not so very many years ago he was
so much disgusted because tender
feet would persist in giving him
small change that he gathered up all
the five and ten.cent coins he could
find in the town. He put them in a
bag and sank them in the lake. AL
most any fine day now he may be
seen in boat at the locality where he
buEoW Lu0tA oN0IUO VI hshiuS loi VIC
once despised coin.
The editor of weekly paper in the
Coeur d'Alenes is an adept at the sup
preston Of news. 1t happened that a
duel was fought in the main streets
of MullaD, and, thinking to do the
editor q favor, the Intelligence was
promptly communicated to him. The
editor listened in an apsthetic sort of
way while the tale of blood was I'M
folded, and then said: "Well, il those
two fellows want to carve each other
up faint any of my business, as
can see; besides, Colonel Brown has
just sold an acre lot for seventysfive
dollars cash, and my article, Real
Estate on a. Boom Will crowd out any
such little thing as duel between
two miners about woman"