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"BUFFALO BILL"

In early life "Buffalo Bill" inherited the name of Cody, and preempted William F. as a handle to it, but as a testimonial of regard he was presented by his admiring friends with his present popular soubriquet for every-day use, to keep his Sunday name from being worn out. William F. Cody is a good enough name to be introduced to a prince by, or to deaconize a church, or run for Congress with, but to designate a real good fellow, that believes in a warm grasp of the hand for a friend, or sticking by an enemy to the last, give us "Buffalo Bill." We'll tell a yarn about Bill; we don't care whether he likes it or not. Not two years ago, when he lived in West Chester. in this State; he was one evening in the Green Tree Hotel talking with friends, when a young lawyer chipped in, anxious to have Bill talk about his exploits, something he never does except on Sundays after church. Young lawyer lisped out:

"I, ah, saay, Mr. ah Cody, now, really, did you ever shoot any one; I mean under necessity, of course?"

Bill looked at the man in wonder a moment, then a frown as black as a whole troop of corkologians swept over his face as he thundered:

"No! what do you ask me such a thing as that for?"

"Oh, I, I beg pardon; but I, ah, thought you believed in that kind of thing a little."

"No, sir, emphatically I don't. But see here, my friend, I'll tell you something," and his brow darkened fearfully; "If you ever find some thunderin' fool mixing into your business and trying to insult you, and you feel that that man's brain is suffering for want of ventilation, always shoot quick," and he made a sudden grab for his hip-pocket, but before he could get his paper of "Solace" out the young lawyer was on the other side of a two-inch door.