The record-union., 1896-11-29
DISPUTE WITH A PICTURE.
Funny Episode in Which Belligerent
Texan Figured Conspicuously.

"See that little round hole in that pic
ture," said Mr.. Grunewald of the Grune-
valid Hotel the other evening, pointing
to handsome painting Of a lot of fish
which ornamented the walls of the ban
quoting room of the institution. Funny
story connected with that hole-it's a
bullet hole, by the way, as you may OBJ
serve.
During Mardi Gras season we are
compelled to make use Of all the room
in the house, and when the other apart
ments become filled we are in the habit
Of dividing off this room with portieres
and putting cots between the divisions
''It was the last Mardi Gras and the
day before the big professions Of the
various kings Of the carnival a big
Texan slouched into the office and
wanted the best room in the place. The
only room we had to dispose of was one
OF the divisions in the banqueting hall,
and into It he was shown.
did he kick? Well, you should have
heard him. Kick was too mild He
swore that his dugout in the panhandle
was a palace compared to the room he
was offered, and said that he'd sooner
sleep on the pommel of a Mexican sad
die with a horn frog for a pillow than
bunk in place where he couldn't see
outdoors.
Why, he absolutely raved. Said that
he owned a herd Of cattle that could
cover the whole city, and he wanted
room next to the bar. He didn't want
to be planked in a cot next to fellow
who'd snore like a bull yearling all
night long.
Wen, after some trouble we uuieted
him down, and after seeing little bit of
the New Orleans elephant and getting
little the worst of It that night he rolled
into the hotel about 2 o'clock in the
| morning with a leery smile, whiting a
match with knife that might have
done service as a sword bayonet ON the
new army rifle. The bell boy saw him
| safely slowed away, and all was quiet
for a while
Then there came q melody of noises
from the banqueting-roo and we has
tened up to see what was the matter.
You ought to have been there. The
Iexas bull singer was getting in his
work. He had taken off his coat and
vest and was standing on his cot with his
boots. on. In his hand there was a big
pistol and another in his belt. and he
was raising all sorts of Ned.
You fellers,' he said nodding to a
score of heads that were peeping over
the portieres In amazed disgust, think
that you're in 1t, but you amt. Why,
I'll bet striped maverick that there
amt a feller in the crowd that knows
the difference between a lariat and a.
| razor-back hog from the Brazos bot
toms, an TIL bet jack rabbit that can
Tick the whole lot Of you when it comes
to shooting gun.'
All the time he was talking he was
swinging his pistol about his head. and
as 1t went about the circle heads popped
down and UP again like lot of fish bobs
in rough water. I wanted to shut the
fellow UP, but didn't really have the
heart to mix in the matter, he seemed to
be enjoying himself so very much.
"All at once he broke out desperately
His Texas blood was evidently up, and
he might have thought he was among
his own comrades on the banks of the
woolly Red, in Lascases County. to
judge by his actions.
why, you don't know how to shoot
a little bit,' he said. You ought to see
the way I pincked the Marshal of our
town last week. Just winged him the
first shot, cut his ear off the second
and parted his hair in the middle the
third, and I'll bet q horse he amt quit
running yet. I'll show you how to
shoot; just watch me-
HE suited the action to the word.
and before could reach him he raised
his pistol and the next instant there
was a bullet hole right through the
center Of that painting. That's the way
do it at home; never fish with a line:
always get them with my pistol he
said, and began looking for another tar
get, when my big porter grasped him
by the collar, took both pistols from
him and threw him into the hall, where
he proceeded to sit on him.
THE long Texan didn't seem to OBJ
ject very much. Said something about
Texas hospitality and the way he was
being treated. and then remarked mild
ly that he thought he'd go to bed. Well.
maybe he did go to bed, but he must
have slept at another hotel, for in five
| minutes he was being hustled across
| the sidewalk into the patrol wagon
without 50 much as an objection.
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