The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1883-08-15
a CHASTITY ARRAY Between
Two Friends,

Il wv 4SOCCVNSENSl
published IN the City Of Mexico.
has the following report of blood
thirsty affair in which two Ameri-
cans were the actors:
at Acambaro, in the State of
Michoacan, the present terminus of
the Mexican National Railway, a
number Of men were seated at The
supper table in the Hotel Diligence,
hotel frequented by railroad men
whose business called them there,
when Mr.. f. V. oyberg, a man
about 28 years of age, employed as
civil engineer by the Mexican Ma
tlonal road, entered the room,
greatly under the influence Ofhquor.
He walked up to one Of the men
at the table, and in few moments
ther4 was violent dispute
between the two over some trivial
matter. IL ended by Sgherg's eX-
claiming: "Pll shoot you"
Seated at another table was a
young man named IL. b. McCabe,
who was in the employment Of the
road as ii line repalrer. lie had
-tr2pped to his belt a pistol in It's
holster. Syb4rg, at TIA time of
making his threat To shoot, was un
arm ID. bus noticing MeCIhe, who
was friend of his, close at fand
with d pistol in sigat, he rushed
over to him and attempted to snatch
it from his holster, in order to shoot
the other mau. McCabes who was
perfectly sober, jumped TO his feet.
clapped MS hands to his weapon anu
exclaimed: Leave that alone, SIT; |
don't allow any mani don care If
he is my best frlend-to take my
pistol from its holster" This action
on McCabe's part both surprised and
angered Sy berg, who thereupOn lost
ali thought of the original quarrel
and, turning on McCabe, admins
tered to him terrible tOugue-lash-
ing. McCabe is reported To have
stood the same for some tiuae, and
then to have got up and started for
his r0om at the depot. Syberg fol-
lowed him toward the house, aud
McCate said, Go away; don't you
bother me any more. | don't want
to huTt you, because l know you'll
regret this when you sober up"
In spite of all entreatles, however,
SyLerg persisted in his abuse, and
had 70 lowed McGabe to the door of
the latter's room in a Inenacing
manner, when McCaba turned GU
him and gave hun a blow on the
nose with his fist, which knocked
HIM to the floor. SybeTg arose
bleeding and rushed out of the
room. La few minutes ne returned
with a pistol i'll his hand. Met abe
saw him coming, however, and,
| Jumping into his room, slammed the
uoOr and got behind ii, so as to keep
| Syberg out. Syberg gave the door
a couple of shoYes, and finding
that he could not make il
yield, he drew back, Anne d his pistol
At the door and deliberately
fired five shot through il. He then
ran to the entrance of the depoE,
and stopped to see what bad been
the effect of his shots. In second
McCabe opened the door Of his room
aud staggered out, bleeding pro-
flsely from wounds i'll his abdomen
each of the i've shots having taken
effect. In his hand he held q
cooked revolver. "Boys," he gSsped
"Pm shot; I'll be a dead man inside
of FIVE minutes, but Pm going to Kill
the man who shot me-"
Syberg seemed TO fully cOmpre
bend the situation then for the hrst
time, and he started for the door out
into the open air. McCabe caught
sight of him as he went out toe
door; and. apparently endowed will
superhuman strength, he started nr
run after his tl9eIng assailaat. He
ran about 500 feet swiftly, and wa:
within ten yards Of the tieeing man
when he pulled up short. TOOK delib
crate aim and fired. The bull STRUCK
| Syberg in the head and came out q
his mouth, breaking his j3WbOne
The moment he vas strucb
Syberg staggered forward, tlaed
ing, to the ground. McCab;
rushed to him, grabbed him by the
hair, turned him face up, and then
with tins glsring, CLASSY eye-ballS
OF the dying man gazing into mis-
own pale face, on which the sea- OF
death had already set, he placed the
muzzle Of The pistol against The
N 4rbls forehead ald blew the whOl'
top of SybeTg's head off. Then
pointing the pistol to the breast o
his fallen and by this time dead as
sailAnt, ne fred the remaining three
charges Of his pistol into the body
The last shot had been fired, Nc
Cabe stood for one moment upur
the horrible scene, its terrible
reality, appeared to ill his mind fo
the moment he started bach, his USE
less weapon fell from his hand, hi
senses reeled, he staggered q few
steps, the death-mist gathered owe
| his eyes. he reeled, and then, just Il
the horrifed spectators came rushiT
to the scene, he fell, and to tn
friend who knelt by his SIDE h
whispered in his dying brestn:"I L
sorry, jim, for this 1 didn wall
to do i'll didn't want to kill hlr
IL" The gasps grew greater
| the whispered words were har
| 10 catch. 81 couldn't bel
it, Jim - twas he shot me, an
| { haf to DO it; telegraph TO the folk
a. krr,a yi,,,-jF'4 hard m 6IA thI