The Arizona sentinel., 1886-01-23

| the grass would WIther ana ule Tn the
 winter and a new crop sprout in the
 spring. And so the stains were left un-
 disturbed,
 It was not very long after that MT
 Bienvenu challenged Judge Phillips, a
 practicing lawyer, and had the satisfac-
 ton of receiving favorable answer to
 his cartel.
 Again shotguns, loaded with ball,
 were the weapons, and the identical spot
 where the Rhett-Cooley duel was fought was chosen. Once more Carson Nudge was called upon to display his ability in preparing the powder and ball. His services were secured by the Phillips 1 party.
 Little change had been made in the scene about the broad lane, and to the ordinary observer there was nothing to show that a man had been killed on the spot where the Bienvenu party were standing.
 The reason was not the same, it is true, and the oleanders were not bloom | ing. Neither was the day so fine. Clouds shrouded the sun, and the trees looked like gaunt sentinels watching some hallowed place. The wind was laden with the spray from the white caps in the wavy Sound, and left a chill upon the cheeks it kissed, as it went moaning through the pine for | est beyond. It was a mOurnful
 scene, and the men who had gathered there seemed impressed with the un- canny nature of the spot and surround ings. Winter had brought death to nature's beauties, and man was pre- pairing to deal death to his fellow.
 The ground though, bore no marks of struggle. Apparently all signs of the previous affair had been obliterated. But to one who knew, and who cared to look, there was a mute witness to the deadly strife, the memory of which still lived with those assembled.
 Two blood-stained leaves were cling ing to a stem of deer grass; the stem, too, was slightly tinged with red, but on the other side were two more leaves as green and juicy as they were in the spring. The cold that had intervened' had not chilled nor withered them. The ephemeral life of the tender summer blades had been preserved and pro- longed by the vivifying hearts blood of strong man.
 Mir. Bienvenu took his position next to the incarnadined shrub and awaited the word
 It was given and the men fired.
 Quickly the seconds and surgeons rushed to each, but there was no need of assistance. Neither had been touched.
 A look of disappointment came over the faces of two or three, but two or three others were glad that the bullets had sped wide of their mark.
 The seconds conferred and were in- clined to bring about an amicable set clement.
 ''No," vehemently exclaimed MT. Bienvenu. "I have not come here for fun, nor for an apology. I came here to fight-to kill him if I could, and I in- sist upon another shot"
 Judge Phillips declared he was not anxious, nor did he care what was done; he was in the hands of his friends.
 The excitable creole was gesticulating and declaring to his seconds that confer ences were useless; they had agreed to act for him, and he desired that the duel should be to finish.
 Once more the accommodating MT. Nudge measured his powder and weighed his bullet This time there was to be no mistake. Life was in the bal ance and blood should flow.
 The men stood with the stocks of their guns on their hips, the muzzles at an angle of forty-tive degrees and the ham, mer at full cock. Before ''one" had been called the quick creole had pulled the trigger, and the sound of 1.-two" was lost in the report of Judge Phillips weapon.
 MT. Bienvenu fell, raised his hand and died.
 'It is no use-he is shot through the heart," sorrowfully said the surgeon, and they bore him away.
 His wife had lost a husband, but he had avenged what he had pleased to term an insult with his life.
 When the duelists left the ground the two green leaves of the deer grass were no longer so. The dead man had fallen to the left of the sprig, and the leaves had dipped into his blood and taken its color.
 AOuA yOoAo 1AOOIs OllO WIlOcL NlSlGou the spot when attending another duel, which was fought in the vicinity, and which ended by one of the combatants receiving a Colichmard thrust through | the arm. The season was winter, and | everything around seemed dead but the | orange trees, with their yellow fruit, and | the magnolias. The surroundings looked | gloomier than they ever did, and it seemed as if the stranger were treading on unholy ground.
 An indefinable something impelled him to search for the sprig of deer grass. There it was, keeping guard over the ghosts of Cooley and Bienvenu. Its color was then deep red, and its appearance that of rusted wire. It was petrifed, but cemented by blood; its leaves were as fast to the stem as when at maturity. The winds from the Gulf had blown the | Sound into storms, and havoc had been made with the giant oaks and pines in the background; but the stream which had made human hearts beat had kept the little shrub erect and firm.
 Two years more and the tree of blood | had disappeared. Inquiry developed the fact that an old negress, voodoo had stolen it, and was using it Diecemeal in her fetish work. How many innocent heads slept over that murdered blood no one will ever know; old Celestine is dead-N F. Star.
 -Much is said in favor of the new