Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1886-09-16
BILL HEADS,

Ana TINS Is the renowned Jack
Prince, thought |. What subject
for painter what character for
a novelist One of the richest men
in the South, he hates the rich be-
cause they are rich The owner Of
more slaves than any two men in the
country, he suffers them to do as they
please, and consequently his plania.
tons are better taken care of than
those who think that the only way to
make slaves work is to fog them.
The most relentless duelist in the
country, he is the kindest master to
his slaves. The best
My reflections were cut short by
the entrance of Lang. He was nc.
eompanied by three men--one Of.
whom was Thompson, another Moses
Lang, and the third stranger.
Lets liquor, said Lang. walking
up to the bar. Bowie had his back
towards him, consequently he was not
immediately recognized. Stand ont
of the way, and he gave Bowie push
with his elbow.
Good morning, said the latter,
smiling politely,
TO hell with your good mornings,
and with you too + cried the gambler,
drawing pistol. In an instant
Bowie's well tried blade was in hs
hand Not wishing to take any part
in the aiFray | stepped to the opposite
side Of the room.
I thought that you were afraid to
meet me, said Lang, as he caught
sight of the grinnng features OF Prince
over Bowie's shoulder. Fool | will
publish you in the papers as a coward,
and horsewhip you every time we
meet.
Then you will publish lie,' said
Prince, and You will find it no easy
matter to lay a horsewhip on my
shoulders
Are these your seconds P asked
Bowie.
They are, said Lang. Draw your
pistol. Ten PAGES is the distance.
i have no pistol, said Bowie, hut
that makes no difference with me.
Fire +
Are you unarmed
4 have my knife, was the reply.
i will not fight you in this manner,
said Lang. 4 have the advantage of
you
Not 3d. said Bowie. you are to
use your pistol my knife. When
| give the word, fire Should you miss
your aim it is your own fault, and
your death will rest upon your own
head.
BE ID 20, aaid the gambler, whc
thought and rightly, that the advan.
tage was on his side. He miss his
aim and that when his life was at
stake The thought was ridiculous.
DO you accept my ofer9' said
Bowie.
L do
Then make room here, and as the
seconds sprang to the wall, he pro-
coded to fasten the handle of his knife
to the fiat Of his hand, by means of
his handkerchief.
Don't spare him, Bowie, said
Prince, with grin.
Bowie's answer was laugh.
Come, are You ready 2 asked Lang.
i am. was the reply. Tfyou have
any prayers to say, say them now.
The gambler cooked bis pistol
i was about to say the same to
you, he said
And anticipated you, said Bowie,
sneerinRly.
Make ready + shouted Prince, in
clear voice and ] saw him grasp The
handle Of u huge bowie knife, while
he darted look of hatred at Thomp-
son. All the men in the room were
armed, and plainly saw that a
desperate fight was about TO take
place. ..........
Take aim again cried Prince;
and in another moment came the
fatal word
'Firer
A report was heard no loud that it
shook the house and broke many Of
the Windows. A lond laugh from
Bowie told me that he was nnhurt,
| anu III hHOLueT IuDuitUJ TUsH HiU u
heavy fall told me that Harvey Lang
was dead.
Did ! not tell you, that when next
we met You must die, said Bowie, as
he bent over the body.
1T is you turn, now, shouted Prince,
and he sprang towards Thompson.
The struggle lasted but moment,
and as Prince rose from the floor, no
muttered--
What q queer blow aimed the
knife at his neck, and the blade passed
through his heart. Queer very.
On looking around for the remain
ing seconds Of Lang, we found that
they had disappeared. Thus ended
the great duel between Colonel James
Bowie and Harvey Lang.
Never defer until tomorrow what
should be attended to to-day. A
sli0bL cough shouldn't be neglected.