The Sensitive Colonel Jay
The sun is shining brightly, and the birds are singing merrily in the trees! All nature wears an aspect of peace and . On the of a little hotel in a neighboring county a stranger is sitting on a bench waiting for the train, quietly smoking his pipe.
Presently a tall man wearing boots and a hat, steps to the door of the hotel from the inside with a six-shooter in his hand and fires. The man on the bench rolls over with a loud yell as the bullet his ear. He springs to his feet in amazement and wrath and shouts:
“What are you shooting at me for?”
The tall man advances with his slouch hat in his hand, bows and says: “Beg pardon, sah. I am Colonel Jay, sah, and I understood you to insult me, sah, but I see I was mistaken. Am very glad I did not kill you, sah.”
“I insult you—how?” the stranger. “I never said a word.”
“You tapped on the bench, sah, as much as to say you was a woodpeckah, sah, and I belong to the other faction. I see now that you was only knockin’ the ashes from you’ pipe, sah. I ask yo’ pahdon, and that you will come in and have a drink with me, sah, to show that you do not harbor any ill feeling after a gentleman apologizes to you, sah.”