The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1880-11-11

This chapter also opens out in Texas,
and have but little doubt that In Texas
the end viii be reached. Here We are
in the beautiful little city Of Blank,
which Is barely old enough to have
shade trees to protect the pedestrian
| from the scOrching summer sun. Busi-
! ness had called Us here, and in travelling
along attending to it we hug the shady
walls. This day seems more than com
monty sUltry, and we are half inclined
to retrace our steps to the hotel and wait
for cooler weather. As We are trying to
settle the matter In our minds, We are
startled by seeing emerging, directly In
front of US, from an open doorway, two
men In hot haste. Instantly we hear
the report Of a pistol, and a bullet whis-
/ ties past our head In too close proximity
/ to be comfortable. Another report and
still another follow In quick succession,
and bleeding form falls heavily to the
pavement, not ten feet away. As quick
as thought a powerful, heavy-Whiskered
man, with slOuched hat, is standing over
the PROSTATE form, and another bullet
! finds an entrance into the quiverinQ
flesh. We have had considerable eT-
| perience IN different parts Of the world.
but this looked verify like human butch
! cry. We remembered that we were IN
| Texas, and we nerYed ourselves to such
q pitch that we are convinced nothing
could further astOund or astonish us
In a tYinkGng the unfortunate man, in
| this case, was surrounded by a wild and
| savage crOWd-men who never had assO-
ciates enough to have an enemy In the
world were crying and cursing for ven
| geance to satisfy an imaginary wrong.
In ten minutes I saw, around the Door
man lying upon the ground, more brave
men Judging from their language) than
I had seen In q varied ife's experience.
Pistols were as plenty as stOve-wOod
around kitchen fire, and each pistol
pointing toward an enemy. I never saw
before SO much enmity exhibited toward
mankind, and with such little destruc-
ton, as 1 did in this Texas town In July,
1873.
Before our fallen mans heart had fair
ly ceased to pulsate, the crowd had
quieted sufficiently to understand that
the wrong man had been murdered
This tragedy was the outcome Of do
nestle jealousy, and the unfortunate
man before us was destined to meet his
death from a similarity-of form and
face-tO a man with less principle, but
more and better luck.
A doctor Of the place, with a good
practice, hot temper, pretty wife with
lax morals, had become madly Jealous
over a half that should have been "bet-
ter, and a gOod-lOoking editor-editors
are generally gOOd-lOOking, and most Of
them are better than this one-and, in
his rage, had seized his weapon Of death
that is, he pulled it from his breast
pocket, where he always carried it-and
sailed forth. Entering the editors
sanctum rather UnceremOniOusly, he en-
coUntered a man whom he took for the
despOiler Of his peace, but who really
was a brother of the erring man, and
had. only the day previous, first set foot
upon Texas soil. The resemblance to
his brother had cost the man his life.
You may wonder how it was that he did
not make himself known. Did you ever
stop in the middle Of q field to argue
with a mad animal, whose horns were
ready to pierce you?
The man supposed he saw in the doc
tor a mailman, and his first impulse
which was acted upon-was to put dis
tance between them. He, no doubt,
has, for he was a minister Of the gospel,
and the physician was a minister Of the
devl-their paths diverge.
Watched the crowd, and expected to
bear REGRETS at the accident. but the