The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-10-15

was standing.
SIS everything ready?" he asked, as
came up to him.
Yes. Is there anything you want to
say?"
Nothing, except to thank you for
your kindness to me, and to ask of you
to see that my instructions of this morn
ing are carried out. Don't try to dis
cover what my real name is, for it would
be useless"
And without another word he took his
position. Phelps was already in his
place with his pistol in his hand. l
handed Leslie the pistol selected for him,
and walked off few steps to his right.
A moments silence, and then Num-
fee. who was to give the word, cried out:
Gentlemen, are you readya"
Ready" came from both.
"One I"
They both raised their pistols, and the
sharp, metallic "click, click" of the
locks resounded upon the evening air.
"Two!"
I looked at Leslie Barton. Not a
muscle moved. His face was hard and
stern, and there was that same light in
his handsome black eyes that had no.
ticed on the day that Phelps addressed
him in the hall of the college.
"Three |" ~
Simultaneously the reports of both
pistols rang out-so near together were
they that it seemed that but one pistol
had fired. My eyes were fixed upon
Leslie, and at the crack of the pistols I
saw him stagger for moment, drop his
pistol and clasp both his hands over his
left breast, and, before l could reach
him, he had fallen backward to the
ground. s..
AS 1 raised his head upon my knee he
gave one or two gasps, a convulsive shud-
der passed over him, and he was STILL
| Unclasping his hands from his breast, |
saw where the ball had entered, just
over his heart, and I knew that the spirit
of Leslie Barton had taken its fight
from this world.
Laying his head gently back upon the
ground, turned and saw Mumfee bend
ing over the PROSTATE form of Phelps.
Approaching, asked: .Gs
T" Is he badly hurt?'' 'eros
Gladly hurt the devil, Why, he
was dead before he touched the ground
Look at that" and he pointed to bull
let-hole just between the eyes How
| about Barton? p
"He is dead, too. Shot directly
through the heart. -
For time we were both silent. Mum
fee was first to speak. mia
Well, " he said, rising, something
must be done-one of us must report
this at the college. Will you go ?"
eyes," I replied, and, without mo-
ment's delay, hurried to the college. 1
found Col. W in his room, and re-
ported the affair to him. At first he
seemed to think I was drunk or crazy,
but when I told him that Cadets Barton
| and Phelps were lying dead in the &C.
dar grove he sprang from his chair, ex-
| claiming:
"And you assisted these two in MUIR
dering each other ?"
g | acted as Barton's second, sir" I
replied.
"Then go to your room and consider
yourself under close arrest. You will
answer to higher court than college
court martial, " and, Selling his hat, he
hurried from the room.
went up to my room, and threw N.Y.
self into chair. My state of mind can
more easily be imagined than described.
In few minutes I heard footsteps as
cending the stairs, and then the key was
turned in my door, from the outside, and
the steady tramp of some one back and
forth before my door told me that SEN
tinel was on guard there.
The hours dragged YEARLY on, and,
just as the clock in the hall told the hour
of 10, the door was opened and cadet
came in with orders for me to report to
Col. W Immediately. He followed
me down the long hallway, down the
stairs to the door of the COMMANDMENTS
room. entered, but the guard re-
manned on the outside. [ found Col.
W excitedly walking the floor.
Turning to me, he asked, fiercely:
"What did you know OF Leslie Bar
ton?"
Nothing, Colonel, until to-day. when
he told me his name was not Leslie Bar.
ton," I replied.
Did he tell you what his name
was?
"He did not, but he told me some
thing else" And I told him of the con-
versation I had with Barton, and what
he said in reference to injuries received
at the hands of Phelps, and that his only
object in attending the college was to
seek out Phelps, and be revenged.
"Then can tell you something that
you did not know" he said "Leslie
Barton aOas a aUon1Gn. No one ever
| dreamed of it until since her death.
have not the slightest idea who she was,
or where she came from, for she declined
to give any place of residence when she
entered. But why have sent for you
is this You will be arrested tomorrow
if you are here. and my advice to you is
to leave tonight, and the further you are
from this town tomorrow morning the
safer you will be. There is train
leaves in twenty minutes when it goes
out, be sure that you are among its pas.
sengers. Don't bother about your bag
gage: you can write back and have it
shipped to you.
The advice was too good not to be fol-
lowed. went to my room and changed
my uniform for plain citizens clothes,
hurried to the depot, boarded the train
just as it was pulling out, and before
daylight the next morning was In an
other State.
A week afterward l read an account Of
the affair in newspaper, but so differ
ent was it from what really occurred
that, had it not been for the names, l
should have failed to recognize it as the
same.
The mystery was never cleared up,
and in the cedar grove where she fell and
was buried there stands marble shaft,
erected by the cadets of the college,
with the name of Leslie Barton upon it,
and underneath the Latin injunction,
| MI npo7'taus nisi bon.tn1.
| PRATrvILLE, Ala.
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