The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-12-19
ALONG THE BYWkKS.

poo" said the aged sport, ref1ectiVeiy, and
some mighty queer ones, but a game that
saw ten years ago out in Anaconda, Mont,
beat them al"
Tel us about IT," said the Buffalo Ex-
press man.
That. of course, was the invitation which
the aged sport was fishing for, so he began
without further urging:
1T was a little one-horse saloon, one of
the toughest in that tough western town.
A half-dozen or so of us had been sitting
around drinking and playing. when in
came a couple of cowboys, and, after TAX
ing eight drinks apiece as fast as they
could swallow, they demanded the use of
the pool table. Myself and three other fell
lows were playing at the time. but we gave
it right up without a protest, for those
cowboys had their pistols in their hands
and they looked ugly.
The attendant placed the balls in a hurry
and offered each cowboy a cue. They
took the cues and hit him a couple of raps
over the head with the Heavy ends of them,
whereupon he got down behind the bar and
did not say another word. Then those COW
boys threw the cues out of the window and
drew their guns and began shooting the
balls into the pockets.
Wei, sir, you can better believe it was
the prettiest shooting a man ever saw.
They p-ayed a regular game, each taking
his turn and making his run just as you
would with cues. OF course, when they
hit ball square-y the bullet would shatter
IL TO pieces, but they were clever enough
not to break more than one or two in the
whole game. They would shoot g.ancing
shots. just nipping the balls on the edges
and whi-ring them off into the pockets al
most every time They made double shots
and single shots and bank shots and all
kinds Of shots. The proprietor began to
get nervous for his table, for, of course,
and he ye-.ed from behind the bar for
somebody to stop them, but they sent one
bal in his direction, which clipped off the
tip Of his ear and he got down behind the
bar and stayed there. The rest of us,
seeing we were not in danger, stood around
and watched the game. Wei, sir, those
fellows cleared the tables in about two
rounds apiece and then set the balls up
again for another game. I don't know
how long it would have lasted if it had not
been for an accident"
What was the accident?"
''Why, one of them tried a little too fine
work. The balls had been scattered all
around the edge of the table He said he
could shoot a curve which would send
them all into the pockets az once. He put
his pistol down on the table and fired. II
was a beautiful. shot and IT did what he
said 1t would, but he miscalculated on one
thing"
''Yes?"
you see. the pisto, ball, after making
the complete circuit of the table and driv-
ing al the balls into the pockets, naturally
came back where ii started from, and that
was the cowboys own gun. II entered the
barrel and smashed the pistol, and so the
game had to stop
The married man was talking to the
bachelor.
why don't you marry?'' inquired the
benedict.
'I don't want to be married man, I
suppose" replied the bachelor.
What kind Of a man do you want to
be?"
mot any kind for any length of time.
For instance. I'd like to be a boy part of
the time: then lover signing out his
heart; then husband and father for a
month or so; then an old man for another
month, and so on, changing about as the
mood might take me. That sort of thing
beats these everlasting youth snaps all to
pieces"
Then marry" said the benedict with
supreme confidence.
THAT would knock my plan all to
pieces"
ION the contrary. my dear fellow"
said the married man, settling down to
his work, lit would make you all Of
these. When you wanted TO be boy you
could join your children in their pleasures
and plans, in their sports and sorrows;
when you wanted to be a lover you would
always find your wife ready to listen to
"a mn Cuvnn rHrnr c +OI ho~ ", he
June nights Of long ago; when you wanted
to be a married man you could take off
your coat and put up stoves, and get out
and do the marketing, and study up new
ways of how not to forget what your wife
told you to get down town; when YOU
down in your office and wonder where you
were going 10 get money enough to keep
things going and think over the grave
cares and responsibilities Of a man In
your position. There 1t all is, old fellow
concluded the married man, "and you
have selected it yourself. Now marry
And the bachelor didn't.-F'ree Press.
Senator Palmer Of Illinois belongs to a
family which for longevity can scarcely be
equaled by any other in the country. The
senator's grandfather whom he remembers
very well, was born in 1747, and fought in
the revolution. His father was a soldier in
the war Of 1912. and he himself fought in
the rebellion. The lives Of these three gen.
erations compass a period of nearly $50
years. Senator Palmer is, moreover, the
Oldest of four living generations Of Planners.
all bearing the name of John NJ.
'My grandfather" said Senator Palmer
one night last weelx-and senator Palmer
is second to no man in Washington in tell
ing good stories-"was porn down here
among the fish and oysters Of Northumber-
land county. Virginia. There are plenty of
Palmers down there yet, and my friend,
Col. Jones. has had great deal to tell me