The Wild West at the N.P. Hotel

A wholesale consumption of liquor gets some people into a vast amount of trouble. Early in the week, a young man in town joined hands with himself for a devil of a time. He checked in fluid of every description and in quantities sufficient to drown an ordinary individual. It was one of those periodic drunks that mean a tenure of uncertain duration and extent. While under the influence of his potations, he was guilty of sundry extremes that were sufficiently unlawful to land a friendless orphan in jail and give him a term in the penitentiary. After one or two exciting episodes, he succeeded in mixing himself, and challenged the heavy-weight proprietor of the N. P. Hotel, Sunday night, without the semblance of provocation. Now Grimmer is large enough and powerful enough to have pulverized the young man if so disposed, but considering his condition the landlord humanely forebore inflicting that punishment that the inebriate so richly deserved. Not being in a condition to realize the kindness, the young man continued to abuse Grimmer, who led him from the sidewalk and ordered him to move off. When in the middle of the street the frenzied youth drew his revolver and emptied four shots in the direction of the rotund form standing in front of the hotel, and the bullet marks show that the aim was not very bad considering the condition of the shooter. The young man was arrested Monday and fined for his little festivity. At the solicitation of friends we refrain from publishing the offender's name, and in extenuation of the exhibition of craziness will state that his conduct on this occasion was a surprise to all who know him.