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filgh to covrr from the cafe of the hotel
about es0 O'Clock last night that was wild
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Col Dick pluuhitt. ex.sherin of Tomb.
Stone, Tex. hRA been hanging around
the Waldorf for several days with his ohum,
one Dinklesheets, who runs q newspaper
In Tex. The pair made lot n nciss
az they stood AGAINST the bar. Finally
they tired Of standing and went 20 table,
where they were Joined by several men,
who seemed awed as tho two Texan told
about how bad they were.
In the course OF their conversation they
made some reference TO Bat Masterson. I.
now United States Marshal one time Sheriff
Of Fort Dodge. Whether some one ran out
and tipped Of Bat or whether he just hap
pened In isn't clear 10 the hangers on at the
hotel. but just as Col. Plunkitt was EXPRESS
ing some doubt as TO Bats man killing pro-
clivities In came Bat himself
u understand you have been giving out
fine line Of talk about me, said Mast erson,
addressing Col. Dick Plunkitt. Now. I
thought you were friend Of mine, but
as for you want to give you wide BERTH
Col. Phnkitt said something and Bat
added little In the line Of red hot talk.
Editor Dinklesheets, who had been telling
folks that 1t meant a shooting every time
he penned lively editorial then butted in.
He made a swipe for Masterson and In doing
40 toppled over the table and wrecked a lot
of glassware. Bat merely stepped back,
let fly his right and landed wallop on the
Jaw Of Dinklesheets that sent the latter to
the floor in heap.
All this time Bat kept his'eye In one direc-
ton, and that was on the right hand Of
Plunkitt. Leaping over the prostrate Din
klesheets and over the upturned table and
shattered glassware Bat was up against
the ex-sheriff Of Tombstone in twinkling.
At the same time the crowd in the cafe saw
Bats right hand slip into his right coat
pocket and the cry went up:
Look out, Bat . going to fash his cam
non!"
Col. Pmnkitt has Strengthened himself
up, and feeling something hard In Bat Mas
terson's pocket being pressed against him,
he looked unconcerned toward far cor
ner of the room, az n he was thinking Of
anything in the world but row.
Joe Smith, the house detective of the
hotel. whom Proprietor Boldt got in Scot
land Yard, and who isn't familiar with Wild
West gun plays, pleaded with the men to
leave the hotel and leave quietly.
Col. Plunkitt looked down at a hidden
object that WAS making itself felt against
his stomach and then hoking at Smith,
said:
I'm doing nothing
Meanwhile there had been an exodus
from the CATS that led those in the corridor
to think that the place was on fire. Some
men were so fabbergasted that they ran
into the st rect without their hats. Word
spread to the palm room and Turkish
rooms with the result that the women in
sisted on being escorted away from the
place Immediately. Some did leave.
As Col. Plunkitt didn't make any hostile
move and Editor Dinklesheets hadn't
exactly come to, Masterson found things
rather uneScitng after a time, and at the
suggestion Of Smith he walked quietly out
of the hotel. Col. Plunkitt followed by
way of another door, but Mr.. Dinklesheets
when he had recovered and found no one
| around became very boisterous and wanted
to rip up the bar. He was eventually taken
in tow by e5 pound cigar stand man, led
to Astor Court and placed in a cab.