The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-03-20

and passions appeared tosfbe changed.
The earthquake Of mortal wrath, which
had burst up from the. profound abysses
ofjhis soul, had ploughed out = new pas
sage for the march Of ambition-al pas
sage stained with ineffaceable bloodl
Before, his heart had burned with un-
quenchable enthusiaam to excel in knowl-
edge, in variety, depth, aud extent of at.
tainments; but now he coveted superb
orlty only in desperate deeds-the bloody
achievements Of brute bravery. Riots,
ARRAYS, and deadly recounters by chance
medley, were weekly and sometimes
daily occurrences. DR.. Menefee took
hand in all, and escaped from each with
out scar, till his very name grew to be
. thing of terror, at the sound Of which
even brave men trembled. And thus he
had reached the summit of his fatal am:
bition. As q "famous fighter" he was uni
versally acknowledged to be without an
equal and without = second, and that, too,
in . country abounding with bold spirits
from every quarter of the Union. The
Rectors, the Deshas, Wilson, Conway-the
most redoubtable heroes dreaded him.
Fent holland himself feared the glare of
his ferocious blue eye.
He devised extraordinary methods of
displaying his courage and contempt of
death. He was known, on several occa-
sions, without uttering a word, to ap-
prosch and spit in the face of notorious
DULLES with whom he had no cause of
quarrel, and for the sole end of proyok-
ing fight. One personal advantage,
however, resulted from this excessive
desperation. No other physician could
be found hardy enough to settle in Con-
way, where such foe reigned, and as a
matter of course Menefee got all the prac-
dce. He even attended on his own
wounded-would cut man open with
his bowle-knife in the morning, and, if
called on, sew him up with his needle in
the evening. He realized q handsome
fortune by his professional exertions, and
deservedly. too, for he was skillful and
ATTIC ntive doctor. In perilous cases he
was sublime, for his bravery urged him
always to take the responsibility of a
lofty daring in the promptitude and pow
er of his remedies.
The Fighting Doctor" as he was
christened in blood throughout Arkansas,
had q nelghbor named Philips. peaceful,
innoffensive man, who had never previous
" been engaged in any difficulty with any
human being, and hence in that region
was generally deemed coward. From
some cause which never publicly
TRANSFERRED, feelings of hostility arose be-
tween the two, and Menefce sought an
early opportunity to cowAide the other in
the streets of Lewisburg. Phillips bore
his chastisement without SO much IS an
effort of resistance. Indeed, at the mo-
ment he had no other alternative, for he
was altogether unarmed, while his enemy
held Derringer cooked at his breast.
Immediately Afterwards, however,
Phillips literally loaded himself with
murderous weapons, and returned to face
his foe on more equal terms. They en-
countered in the public SQUIRE while court
was in session, and never did the sun of
heaven shine on more obstinate combat.
They first Of all fired two rounds with
pistols, and at the second round Phillips
was wounded in the lions. But this, instead
of checking his furious ardor. only tended
to infame and madden him the more. He
unsheathed his knife and bounded upon
his enemy, who received his thrusts with
like deadly blade. With clenched teeth.
foam on their livid lips, painting chests,
and blazing eyes, they fought like
maniacs, till both were bathed in sweat
and blood. At length Phillips ventured
on desperate maneuvre. He dropped
his own knife, and Selling the naked
blade of his antagonists, snapped it in two
by MAR strength, cutting at the same
time his own fingers to the bone. He
then drew from beneath his vest another
knife, and made fierce plunge at Meme.
fees heart; but Menefee, in his turn,
caught the sharp blade in his hands and
broke off the point-when, 10! Phillips
produced a third bowie knife, much
larger than the others, and plunged it up
to the hilt in his enemy's side, who fell
to rise no more. Menefee as he lay on
the CORY ground, looked up in the victor.
face with smile, and gasped, in dying
voice, "Phillips you are King of Conway
now, for you have killed The Fighting
Doctorv"- Noah's Sunday Times.