Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1859-08-19
THE EVENING STAR.
THE FIGHTING EDITOR.

Edward f Cross, who recently fought duel
in Arizona with Lieut.. MOWry, was assassinated
IN TulOe. his place Of residence, shortly after
the duel, according TO a Cincinnati paper: ms
duel with Mowry was a strange, dare-devil al
fair. They fought with rifles, both being crack
shots They popped away at each other four
times without effect In the fourth nre, cross
rife went of prematurely, and the SECONDS ue-
cided that MoWTy was entitled 70 snOt aiohe
So the brave Cross threw his rifle aside, calmly
folded his arms, and told Mowry to blaze away
The generous MOwry did blaze, but he blsIed
into fhs air The beiligerents then made up,
and we hoped Cross would have no more despe-
rate fights for the present. But IL seems his
dogs barked at some Mexicars; Mexicans drew
knives on dogs; Cross told them to let the dogs
alone, calling them off at the same time; Mex
leans fell on Cross and cut him to pieces. Thus
goes the story. 1t may or may not be true.
But you know they do this sort of thing in
Arizona. We knew f. l.. Cross very we'll He
instructed US in the mysteries and miseries Of
type-setting, IN Coos county, New hampshire
some years ago. He was First Lieutenant Of
the Coos Greys, and was rather proud Of his po-
sition. He went to get his uniform one training
day, but could not find it. He was forced to
train with red scarf and dingy old cutlass,
that being the only uniform he could raise In
the evening a crazy old town pauper (whO fan
cied he was Napoleon Bonapsrte) was dag out
Of a woodshed with Cross's uniform on. lie
uniform, once 50 bright and gay, was now be-
smeared with mud, dc.
The Lieut.. was quite angry, and accused us
OF rigging the pauper out in the beautiful mil
which the Lieut.. fell somewhat heavily upon
US, and as he was man grown and very stout
and We were quite small and young, can
safely say that we never experienced such in
tense anxiety in our life. At the end of the
desperate contest We found Ourself at the foot
of the printing Office stairs. We thought we
would print 10 more in that building. We had
Sleeps foot in our hand, and thinking we
might be accused of theft if We carried it away
We stepped out into the street and throw il up
through the window. Lieut. Cross was unfor-
tunstcly standing at the window and the
sheep sfoot' nit him violently in the abdomen
We were so anxious to get home to our parents
that we didn't stop to see how much he was in
lured, but he informed Us few years since that
he experienced considerable pain for several
days afterwards
In reading OF the Lieutenant doings in Ari-
sona we could not help putting on record our
remarkable contest with him. lie came TO the
West and worked rs n j1urneyman printer in
Cincinnati sometime. He then wrote sketches
for the Times and travelled all over the Union
az especial correspondent Of that excellent Yves
tern Journal. His illusions, under the name
OF Richard Everett was copied far and
wide. They usually related to historical sub
Jects and were remarkable for their ACCURACY.
vigor and terseness, He liked to write of
American battles. and his writings ever
breathed lofty spirit of patriotism. About a
year ago he went to Arizona lie was cool
headed and braved, and would have succeeded
gioriously as a soldier. The story of his assas-
slnatiOn looks something like canard and we
shall hope to see it con,radicted II true, a
gallant and big hearted man sleeps in Arizona
Ear away from home and kindred-CIereIand
PIGIH6eGIer.