Life — July 13, 1899 — page 15: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

AN EFFECTIVE SHOT. my teeth rattlo liko a bag of dry leaves, Ashe continued to glaro I sets up in bed, and begins to slow! injun my guns out from under the pillers. T have como after you!" says he, ag'in, “Aw, I don’t know 80 much about that!’ says I, grippin’ the guns firmly. ‘ Yere is the way I've got this thing Agzered out, old boy. If you are the devil, as you let on to be, then I’m ina devil of p fix, but if you are some waggish cuss that Is tryin’ to play the dovil, you aro in a devil of a fix yourself!’ “ With that, I turns the guns loose and pours acouple of slugs plumb through him right at the wishbone, und woke up to find that I'd played the devil, by havin’ the nightmare and shootin’ through the partition into the next room and ham-stringin’ a tourist from the East by puttin’ a bullet through one of his legs.” Tom P. Morgan. ASUS, FEELING HIS JOINTS GROWING STIVP FOR WANT OF EXERCISE, FLUTTERED GENTLY DOWN TO EARTH, THERE HE ESPIED A LONG-HAIRRD INDIVIDUAL THRUMMING ON A LYRE. “SURELY,” SAID HE, “THIS MUST BE A POET! PRAY, SI, MOUNT MY BACK AND PLY WITH ME TO MOUNT OLYMPUS'S LOFTY HEIGHTS 177 BUT THR POET SMILED AND ANSWERED: OUT OF DATE, THIS 18 THE ‘HORSELESS AGI “NAY, MY FRIEND, YOU'RE “VERY KIND, BUT. * AN AUTOMOBILE 13 GUOD ENOUGH POR ME”