DARNEL AND DARNEL'S FATHER.

King Country Chronicle, Volume IX, Issue 735, 9 January 1915, Page 7

DARNEL AND DARNEL'S FATHER.

A PRETTY PAIR,

"Darnel'got spoilt by his popularity after the Spanish war. He tgought he could do what he pleased. One day he was drunk and rode his horse into a saloon, roped the bar-tender, and [dragged him out of'the house. The bar-tender was. a food fellow, and let him go. Then e started to shoot the town up. 1 was in my room, and my landlord rushed up and told me. I ran up to the top of the house and saw Darnel , coming down the sidewalk. People had heard the shooting, and there was no one in the streets, except a nigger, on the other side of the road to Darnel, leaning against a tree and eating a piece of pie. Just as he was putting his big white teeth into it Darnel shot it away from between - his fingers and his mouth. The nigger fainted and fell down,; I never saw anything so funny in my life. Tbon he went into the Chinese restaurant to shoot it up, bat Charley, the owner, _, rushed out of the kitchen with a knife as long as his own pigtail, and chased Darnel, sixshooter and all, round and round the town." "I knew Darnel's father ; he -/as a cranky old man ; used, to disappear for months and years without warning." Joe added — '•He was the .oddest .old man I ever se?. . Qne -day'lie "wenfo.dbwn-jtq-*.the creek "to" get ''some water without his hat. He-, cam a back two years afterwards, and' raised a row because- Ms hat could not be-"iound. Another time, there was - - campr: {mi-- on the : hilF behind*.'llls- Louse. The", old man "said~he_:wpuld. rim 'cm o3 it.,/„He, did,' too—but-he was in thi> dcad'.'V- ' ■ , .-.second cow-puncher -asked 'Hay—,..,; "';' J~ ._ \." >~ " V T .. ';Whu.t'becam"e.-of Darnel? Wasn'-t----fie'shot-J?" „-v> .. : ;^"' ,, • •;. '"" "He wa's, .killed in, cold blood'.in a saloon at Las Cruces,"- Hay inform-* ed him. "He was shot right between the eyes." Reinhold asked — "What had he done,?", "Nothing," Hay answered. " The man jerked his gun ; Darnel was standing at the bar, and turned hia head round, and tho man shot him right between the eyes." "But why-did he Co it?" "I dunnOi," was the answer. " I guess- he wanted to see somebody droj\ He was just" mean." —From "A Three Foot .Stool," by Peter Wright. ,