Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1878-01-24

"What do you say, you scoun-
drel?"
"Scoundrel?"
"Yes, most infamous Of scoun-
drels."
"Then take this!'
A hand-to-hand struggle en-
sued between the two young
men, who were thus quarrcling
at the Old Dominion saloon, in
Richmond, Virginia, shortly af-
ter noon, OH the End Of Februa-
ry, 1889.
The bartender jumped over
the counter, and tried to sepa-
tate the two combatants. But
his Intervention was unavailing.
They fought for over five min
utes, when one of them sank to
the floor, exclaiming: Il am
stabbed!'
His assailant staggered In
intense excitement to the wall.
The bartender shouted: Po-
lice! police!
A few moments later the old
Dominion saloon was thronged
with agitated people.
They gathered round the
young man, who was lying
PROSTATE on the floor, vainly
trying to stanch the blood that
was fast ebbing from
A FEARFUL WOUND
In his left breast.
"What have you to say, John
SEYMOUR" said an old man to
the groaning sufferer.
81 am dying" replied the
poor young man. 81 did not
provoke this quarrel only
defended my honor!"
A shudder passed through his
frame, and he was dead.
The murderer, in the mean
time, had leaned with apparent
istlessness against the bar of
the saloon until an officer came
in and said to him:
"You are my prisonerW
"Your prisonerP' he Shrek
ed. "Never, nevcr?"
"Do not make fool of your
self, Mr.. Joseph Waters" said
the policeman. "Give me that
knife"
Mr.. Waters hesitated a mo-
ment. Then he drew a long
bowie-knife from his breast
pocket. and handed it to the po-
liceman.
"He attacked me-" he said,
"and 1 defended myself"
"That may be-" said the po-
liceman, "but look at poor
John Seymour. He is dying"
"Dying?"
Waters cast a wild glance at
HIS DYING ADVERSARY.
When he saw that Seymour
was breathing his last, he turned
deadly pale.
Then he said, 81 repeat that
| am innocent"
A few minutes later he was
lodged in the Richmond coun-
ty Jail.
This murderous affray crea-
ted a profound sensation in the
Capital Of Virginia, for the
murdered man, young Seymour,
was the son Of the Treasurer
of the State, while his assailant,
Joseph Waters, was the son of
a tobacco planter, reputed to be
in easy circumstances.
In Richmond every body
knew how this terrible affair
had originated. Waters had
A VERY PRETTY SISTER,
And Seymour had been intro
duced to her at a picnic in the
Manchester Woods. He had
fallen in love with the fascinat-
ing creature, and she had re-
ciprocated his affections. Af
ter exchanging VOWS of eter-
nal fidelity, the two lovers, it
had been generally believed,
had lived for nearly a year in
very intimate relations, which
were the cause of universal re-
mark, but singularly enough
were utterly unknown 10 the
father Of the young lady, who
was extremely punctilious a.
bout matters of honor.
Augusta Waters, his only
daughter, who, at the time OF
the incident we are now relat-
ing, was sixteen years OF age,
was perhaps, the most beauti-
full girl in the State which is so
proud of the personal attrac-
tions of her young daughters.
She was what is called a dark
blonde of rather tall stature,
endowed with a wasp-llke
waist, with pearly teeth, and a
pair of rougish eyes, and q
countenance not exactly regu-
ular, but attractive in the ex-
treme. Augusta Waters held a
high rank among
THE BEAUTIES OF RICHMOND.
! Old Mr.. Waters was absent
4. l. l..