The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-08-01

An Insult Promptly Kescnted--Tha
story as Told by One of the Princi.
paIs-A Good and Timely shot by
an Artillery man

On Saturday evening at $50 a Sun re-
porter stepped on board the train at the
Sea Side House, Rockaway. en- route for
New York. Taking a seat to himself on
the ocean side of the car, he was soon luled
into comfortable state of repose by the
murmur of the boisterous waves that were
then washing the beach.
On reaching Far Rockaway, the reporter
was aroused from his half dreamy reverie
ny clear. manly voice, saying lis this
your hat, sir 2
The reporter, on opening his eyes. saw
scmi-military looking man of about thirty.
of well-knit frame, with keen, steel-blne
eyes, glittering from the effects of LIQUOR or
excitement, holding in his right hand the
reporters hat, which had been resting on
the seat beside him.
YES, that is my hat replied the re
porter
"Well it is a good one, and | suppose
you would not like to lose it p
Not just now"
The stranger sat down in the place from
which he had taken the hat Then, draw
ing pistol from the back pocket of his
pantaloons and laying it across the palm of
his left hand; And that is a good
pistol"
1T looks like good one, said the re-
porter.
Il have just shot a man with it, CON
| tnued the stranger
"lndeed. And may | ask what for?"
"For insulting my wife and wife's sister.
| That's my wife, two seats ahead of us,
with red shawl on; do you see herr"
81 do, Who was the man that insulted
your wife?"
argus Phillips, bartender at Smiths
Hotel, Far Rockaway"
did you kill him."
"No; but most men would have done
so if they had been in my place. But you
see | am used to this shooting business
Look at these scars Showing half dozen
or more old cuts on his hands, fingers and
wrists. once lived in the southwest and
have had many narrow escapes AT the
battle of Gettysburg ! commanded light
battery. ] am the son of the Rev. DR.
Evans, of Brooklyn. don't like this
shooting business hut had to do it,
"Do you apprehend any trouble from this
affair ~
eyes: expect to be arrested when we
arrive at Jamaica but shan't run. III
tell you how it happened Smith grossly
insulted my wifes sister, and immediate
ly knocked him down. Didn't | do
right. y
Perfectly right"
down navy revolver, which he aimed at
my head. Being used to those things |
lodged and the bullet whizzed past my
head. Then l drew my pistol. Wasn't
! that righty"
Perfectly correct"
GAS he was aiming at me n second time |
thought first that would shoot him through
the head; then | changed my mind and
winged his right arm. The ball passed
through just below the elbow. His pistol
dropped to the floor like lump of lead.
Did do right.
''You did.
"The ball had passed between the bones
of his arm without SCATTERING them con-
tinued Mr.. Evans, shut large vein was
severed and the blood spurted like jet from
a fountain. Phillips turned pale as death;
he had had enough of shooting. | bound
up his wound and twisted the handkerchief
above the elbow, stopping the bleeding.
Didn't do that right?'
81 think So"
"Stranger, most men would have shot
him through the head or body, but |
am glad only winged him. Didn't do
right?"
''Perfecty right"
81 think they will arrest me, though,
when we get to Jamaica"
"What makes you fear an arrest!'
"Why, after l bound up Phillips arm he
started for Jamaica to get out warrant.
This was about 8 o'clock and it's after 10
now"
"Were there any witnesses TO the af-
fray?"
''Yes half dozen. There's my broth
er-in-law, Anderson, that man sitting be-
hind my wife, there he saw it all, and so
did several others Ny wife tainted AWAY
when the firing began, and carried her
into the room" Mr.. Evans here shouted,
sch, Anderson. wonder how Phillips
arm is getting along"
Anderson returned melancholy smile,
when Evans remarked, "They feel worried
about it,
When the train reached Jamaicaithe re-
porter saw Mr.. Evans and his party dis
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