The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1881-01-02
WHY HE KILLED HIS FRIEND.
A bilious Attack which Was Cared by


A BiIicus Attack which was Cured by
Revolver.
eyes have killed my man" remarked old
John Bigelow when the conversation touched
upon the shedding of human blood. al
killed one of my best friends, he continued,
lighting his pipe and throwing the largest
pair of feet in the company on chair, with
an effort and subsequently twiching about
the face, which very plainly told that the
old man was suffering with rheumatism.
"Whatl killed your frendp' exclaimed one
of the company.
Eyes, as warm friend as Ihad on earth"
Accidentally, wasn't itf''
No, sir, purposely. If you men amt in
hurry I'll tell you the circumstance
Every one expressed desire to hear the
story, and the old man, after a moments re-
Election, began:
" | was young fellow, and had just come
to Little Rock, when, one night while pass
ing saloon on the levee, | was attacked by
several rufiians. fought desperately, knock
ing one of them down-and tell you was
slick buck in those days-I was advancing
on another when he drew a horse pistol and
leveled 1t at me. The moon was shining and
could see fiendish expression of delight on
the face of the rufiian. Just at that moment
The rufiians fed and saw before me tall
young man. He asked me. was hurt, and
advancing, took me by the arm. Well, we
became friends. His name was George Wem-
lex. Plenty of old people in this town re-
member him. God knows how we'll do
You people seem to be growing restless. I'll
cut the story short. George and became
room-mates. An attachment-one of those
old time friendships-sprang up between us.
Poor fellow, he had one fault - whisky.
When drunk he was the most dangerous man
ever saw. Many time have seen him
walk into a crowd, slap some ones face, and
then knock him down for resenting the insult.
He used to say: John, l am bilious, and
You know that fighting is my only medicine.
must have medicine.
One night he came into the room after an
absence of several days. saw that he was
full and tried to engage his attention on
serious subject but failed. Finally he re-
marked that he was bilious and had to have
medicine. He went down, and several hours
afterwards returned with the end of mans
nose sticking on knife blade.
"' got my medicine he said. II Is not
very polite to hand you piece of meat with.
out a fork, but on this occasion of emergency
I'll have to use knife. 1t was rather a
hard matter to get the medicine. had to
look all around. Finally man came down
the street. told him that was bilious and
had to have somemedicine, but mistaking my
meaning, he told me to go to drug store.
This was an insult, and in my great need of
medicine knocked him down and cut off the
end of his nose. The people of this town
ought to understand that when get bilious
I want medicine of human flesh and blood.
What use is flesh and blood, any way2 II
cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven. John,
If hadn'. found this fellow, should have
killed you. Hang it, you ought to know that
must have medicine!'
Gle threw piece of human flesh OIL the
table and told me to look tit. turned away
| in disgust, and drawing pistol, he, my best
friend, told me- to put it in my mouth.
argued with him, but in wild howl he
told me that he needed more medicine, and
and that if didn't put the piece of nose in my
mouth he would kill me. He cooked the
| pistol and took the piece of flesh, and, pre-
tending to put 1t in my month dropped it down
my sleeve. This satisfied him, and he went
to bed. went to the window and threw
away the end of the unfortunate nose and
crept down stairs. Next morning George got
down on his knees, and with tears in his eyes
implored my forgiveness. He found the man
who had suffered the lossof a part of his nose,
and gave him $400, every cent of money he
had. For long tiWe he remained sober, and
the circumstances of the last case of bilious.
ness were almost forgotten. had become
more and more attached to him, for every day
| was impressed with the nobility of his char.
acter. One night, at the appointed hour, he
failed to come home. Another friend OF mine
had come up to pass the evening with us.
| We were reading "David Copperfeld;" and
George, who was a splendid elocutionist, was
going to read to us. We waited and waited
Determining that George would not come in
until very late, took up the book and began
reading. Just as got to where Mr.. Omar
the undertaken, was driving nails into coffin:
with rat, tat, tat, George walked in.
"' am bilious!' he exclaimed, and then
| saw that he was drunk.
6" George asked, ARE you not going
to read Copperfeld for us p
No, ?" he exclaimed, u have been read
ing medicine work and find that am bill
ious. JOhn am going ont to hunt for soms
human medicine, and if don't find any III
have to use you.'
Gle went out and explained to my friend
that II he did not find some one to fight ht
would come back and attack me. sat for
long time and studied. My friend wa.
silent. At length heard footsteps on tn,
stairs, and instinotively ran to my trunl
and took out pistol. had just time t.
again reach the table when George entered
with two enormous horse-pistols, one in eacl
hand"
80 Bilious, he exclaimed, and leveled on
of the pistols lodged behind the table jus
as he fired. had my pistol in my hand.
$50 am bilious, tell you,' and helevelet
the other pistol.
"Quick as fash fred. George fell.
ran to him, and with the assistance of IN,
other friend, put him to bed. In few mo
ments the room was crowded with people.
was not arrested, for had acted in self-de
Tense. Nextday stood by Georges bedside
He was sober and suffered great pain. NJ.
ball had passed through his body.
John, he said, give me- your hand.
grasped his hand and stood looking into hi
eyes. His face was changed.
p" John, I will never be bilious again. an
with one great gasp he died.
Gentlemen, this Is why people say that
have killed my man." and the old man wipe
tears from his ewes and knocked tina ashe