The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-10-20
GErrING TnE DNoP.
Two scenes in The West win DlEoF0nt Il


Captain Jack Crawford, the poetscouti
Colonel Will VIsscher, poet without
being scout, aud Wild Bill, scou!
without being poet, were playing
cards in Blacl; Hills saloon when q
swashbuckling bully from the plains
entered the place. He had just broke
faro bank, and was therefore wealthy;
| lie had Just shot out mans eye, and
was therefore gleeiul. When he entered
the place he struck the bar with his
| hat and swcre that every man must
take q drink. Wild Bill said he
didn't mind taking something, and
Visscher made no objection whatever,
but Crawford remarked that he did not
drink. But" said he, "to be soclable
| will take cigar with you"
Tho swashbuckler looked ut him
scornfuIly and said: "No, you'll not
take cigar"
"Woll, then I'll take lemonade"
"You'Il not do that; you'll take
whisky"
took drink OF whisky i'll my life"
"Wel, then, it's time to take one
Come on here" and he layed crude
hands on Crawford's garments. Then
Wild Bill mildly protected. At this the
terror Of the plains flew into fit OF
fury. do you want 10 take it?' he
howled. 1t was evident that he was
not personally acquainted with Bill.
"iVel, yes, as haven't anything else
OH hand at present, l believe that | ieol
little like taking it up," and with that
he knocked the fellow down. And now
the swashbuckler. though on the floor,
was in his glory-he had an excuse to
indulge his sentimental yearning Tor
slaughter and he reached for his pistol.
But with movement ilashlike in its
0uickness Bill had him covered with an
iron that had killed twenty men. AT
this moment man who had just en-
tered the saloon quietly remarked:
"Holloa, Wild Bills got another
sucker"
Hold onW the terror howled. "Are
you Wild BillP'
"Thats what they call me"
swell, now, want to cay that your
friend NAV take wa-what be pleases,
and to show you that Pm sortGr socially
inclined I'll take lemonade myself.
Tho incident appealed TO the quick
instincts OF Visscher. He was n tender
foot and was, therefore, impressiona-
HE. A few days later he was in Il min
ing town, broke. He had nothing save
honor and appetite. Honor could take
care OF itself, but appetite must be
humored. The truth is, he wanted a
great deal OF flicker" and he wanted it
at once. lie went TO several saloons
but no one asked him to drink, and he
was too proud to hint that he ought to
be invited. That was where honor was
tho enemy OF appetite. A thought
struck him; nm idea nimbly tripped
across his poetic fancy. He recalled
tho Wild Bill incident, and he would
turn 1t to account. lie went into a
saloon and sat down near n table; he
threw himself back and began to talk;
"Fine lot OF people out here" he de.
clared. Gallant and determined gang
of men. saw rough just now force n
moor fellow to take drink OF whisky.
I'd like to sec fellow try that game on
me; catch me pouring stuff down my
throat merely to CRAFTY the within OF a
fool, There's nobody in this town that
can make me take drink. I've come
here to foster the Murphy movement"
A lank cowboy turned from the bar
and gave Visecher searching look.
"My friend" said he, "ain't you putty
bold2"
you bet, Pm bold"
"And you won't take drink"
"No, | won't" =,
"Do you want to know what you'll
do? Youth just take six right now
Conc here" He drew his revolver.
Visscher began to stammer.
"My friend" he said, in the hope
tina. the fellow would make it twelve,
~ never took drink in my life"
THAT so? Well, you'll take six right
now. Barkecper, put six drinks on the
bar, Just foot apart" And when tho
barkeeper had done this, the cowboy
added: "Now, Mr.. Pinktoot, you begin
at that end and drink your way down
here"
Visscler mumbled that he had left
his pistol at the hotel.
ii don't care anything for your pistol;
drinl; your way down here"
Visscher made the journey, with but
breath between each glass, and the
cowboys roarcd with laughter; but a
chill ioIl upon their mirth when Wis.,
scher remarked:
"Gcntlemen, if you'll have these