Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-02-14

1HL NlDON BEGAN rlRlNG.
 the rebellion. We had opened the trouba- dour business at least 25 years too soon, and it was meet that we should reap our reward.
 We reaped accordingly. Some shot at us. and some threw stones and chunks, and a more enthusiastic crowd we never saw. We were hustled across the sand lots and bounc- ed over cactus fences, and at every jump we left d fragment of thq troubadour business behind us. We managed to reach THE KICKER office ahead of the crowd and con- ceal our identity but during the remainder of the night half the public was under arms and looking for the critter who had set out to blast the prospects of growing town. We are by nature pushing, energetic cuss, and not day goes by but we realize that we ought to have been born with wings and claws, but there are some things we can't do and keep on living. When our people permitted us to take walk down Apache avenue with our feet incased in russet shoes our hands imprisoned in orange col ored kids and blue necktie knotted under our Adams apple, the limit was reached, and we ought to have realized it and rested on our victorious arms. A quarter of a cen tury hence we may take our guitar and our tenor voice, and wander out to Cochise place, and thrum and howl to our hearts
 
 ing, but we must wait and be patient
 A CLOSE SHAvE-We know of an editor in this territory who always pats stranger on the back when talking to him; another who will ask for chew of tobacco and put the plug in his pocket; a third who stares into vacancy over 8 mans hat and lets him talk for 10 minutes and then replies, "Yes, don't mind if I do, though Pm not drink A1 as proofs that we are no more eccentric than lots of other people out this way. For 15 years past we have been cognizant of a bad habit of ours. If we meet q man on the street, stranger or otherwise, and stop to speak with him for two or three minutes, we instinctively spit on his feet. We haven't the least idea of insulting him, nor do we realize what we are doing. Our friends and acQuaintances have become so accustomed to this habit of ours that they take it as 8 matter of course, and it is rare ly that a stranger does any kicking. He may be puzzled and indignant, but he gives us the benefit of the doubt.
 Tuesday forenoon as we were returning from the bank we encountered drummer for an Ohio furniture house. He stopped us and introduced himself, and while we were encouraging him to hope for large order in our town we expectorated on his patent leathers-that is, we presume we did. for he suddenly turned a beautiful cherry red, grabbed for his gun and yelled out that he allowed no living man to spit on him.
 We didn't exactly understand what was up, but seeing that something had busted we also pulled our gun and answered his fire Each of us fired six bullets. and both were humiliated over the result. Three or four buttons were cut of, both our hats perforated, and some cotton batting was sent flying, but not a drop of blood was drawn. It was all over in minute, and as soon as some of our friends could explain to the drummer that we hadn't the slight est idea of insulting him he offered us his hand and invited us to take drink. He proved to be a capital fellow, and we are glad we missed him, but why 1t was that we didn't put at least four out of the six bullets into him will always be blot on our escutcheon. Spectators of the affair say that he was lightning on the dodge and that we didn't seem to get onto his curves, but man who can hit jack rabbit run