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" I've always made it a rule," Bald a Chicago commercial traveller, who had jußt come m from an extended tour through the Far West, " to be polite and civil to everyone I meet while oat oh the road, It pays me m the long run, and saves me a heap of trouble. But some-time*-it is pretty rough on one's pride, and the sacrifices <a fellow has to make m behalf of peace and goodwill are frightfully galling. About three weeks ago I was m Globe. A.T., with another commercial traveller. I visited a notorious saloon m that town, about whioh I had heard a good deal. We went m out of pure curiosity, and, going to the bar, called for driDks. A rough looking man was standing next the wall about 15ft away. fie. sang out m an unpleasant voice, "I say, stranger, ain't ye goln* to invite me to drink with ye?" Not happening to feel i very generous, or like being imposed upon, I said, "No," and my friend and I rawed our glasses to oar lips. Instantly a p : stol report was heard — a good loud one, too —whioh naturally startled me, and caused me to snspend drinkiog operations until I could recover from my astonishment, When I looked at my glass I found my liquor m it, but it was oraoked and perforated. A bullet had gone through it. "Bartender," ssid I, "give me another glass of whisky. This is no good." •« You'll pay for it 1" he required. 14 Certainly," said I. Again I raised the glass towards my lips. My hand was not more than three {nohes from the top of the bar when (here was another pistol ■hot. Tba glass was shattered into a doyan . pleoes. At this janoture I begen to understand the game. My blood' was up, and I oilled for a third glass. It was broken as the other had been, I was frightened nearly out of my boots, and expeoted to' get killed at the next shot, but I wus mad, and I kept qq calling for glasses until do fewer than five had been broken In/ my hind. ;On the 6th I felt a a.h,ajrp pang m one of my fingers. I looked and saw thai the bullet had ploughed a farrow hslf Its diameter aoro's B the top of my forefinger. But the. g]»ai was sound and the liquor m it. I raised the ohss with a trlompb»-at floorlsh towards the sharp shooter and drunk; the liquor. Bte O ame right up to roe, held out his hap*, and exolalmed, «* Thefs on me, %id. I pay for all then drinks, an 1 now take another with me. Thet's the fnj»» time m a coon's brb I've missed a glass, though It moughfc be that I've hurt some of the boys' hands a leet)- d You're the fint man that ever held, un mqr'n two ghsses on me. The f/oal shot gen'rally makes 'em weaken. I lfte ver nerve, young mm. LaV* hey suthln' of the mcit wondeshU sharpshooters I etet law, prae>loe<* that sort of target work everj day, they told me. It was nis regular amusement. Ninety-nine j times out of » hundred he got his drinks for nothing, but whenever he mtised a glass or wounded a man* he paid for the drinks himself and did the square thing aUrou,nd. During the remainder of my aUy In Qlobe he treated me first-class, and you can bet that other people did; 'too, when he was with me. That man has had several big offers to come east and shoot m pobHo,, bu be prefers staying out there, living on his share In ■ mine I and amnslng himself shooting between nngerntwh|ik| g lMiei^ ;

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LIFE IN ARIZONA., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2062, 13 February 1889

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LIFE IN ARIZONA. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2062, 13 February 1889