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

Beware ! said Bowie, his eyes gilt.
tering with anger, and breathing hick
and short, q sure sign that he was
deeply excited. Beware. Many have
fought with me, but none have lived
to tell of my skill.
Here is another gentleman who
wishes to make your acquaintance,
said Lang.
Il have no wish to make his re-
turned Bowie. But can't stand
here wasting my time.
You forget that we intend to de
tain you, said Lang.
If you can, was the calm reply
Harvey Lang, and he raised his fin
ger warningIy, L have no wish to
add you to my catalogue Of victims.
You are too near death already to
require that I should shorten your
life with a bullet.
But you must stay here, said Lang,
Don't you see that you cannot leave
the room P
And what is there to prevent me ?
Come, tell me that.
these men.
Bowie burst into loud laugh.
4 have encountered five times this
number, single handed, no said
Harvey Lang, I command You to bid
these man leave the door. What Dare
you disobey me2' And placing one
hand behind the back of his neck he
drew forth long, glittering knife,
while with the other he drew a pistol
from his belt and cooked it.
Dare level that pistol at me and
I'll Stay you where you stand + cried
Lang, in a voice Of thunder and in Il
moment one of his long dueling pistols
was leveled at Bowie, while that of
the latter was levelled at tho gam.
bier.
And thus for full five minutes stood
those two men-the two greatest
duelists that ever lived-their fingers
on the triggers, and their eyes flash.
ing fire. A smile was upon Bowie
lips, bat his glittering, piercing blue
eyes, were fixed upon the gambler
with such intensity that his own
qualed beneath it, and he suffered
his arm to fall slowly to his side. For
a moment Bowie appeared as if hesi-
tating whether to fire or not, and ther
decided the point by dropping hi
arm, suddenly, and saying
You see, | had your life in IN,
hands. 1t ie not my destiny TO fal
here. Harvey Lang, we shall NEE
again, and when we do, you die
Leave that door men, or by the Coz
above us, you'll rue the hour tina
ever you refused to obey me.
Awed by his voice and manner thu
men moved away from the door, anC
Bowie, still keeping his eye fixed OIL
the gambler, moved slowly forward,
and on reaching the door opened it,
and in moment he was gone.
The next morning, while busily en-
gagged in making preparations for my
departure that afternoon to New
York, I was called down stairs into
the bar.room, in order to receive and
pay for several packages from the City
of Mexico. Among them were several
papers printed in the Spanish Ian.
guage, which threw on the table.
As / was paying for the goods, / felt
a hand touch my shoulder, and on
looking up | found myself face to face
with the hero of the preceding night
Colonel James Bowie.
I beg your pardon for disturbing
you, he said, but do these papers be
long to your
They do was the reply.
will you lend them to me after you
have perused them?'
you may have them now, and vel.
come, was my reply. Indeed, the
renowned Colonel James Bowie has
but to ask any favor Of me, and it
shall be granted
All, you know me, he said with a
smile.
4 do. saw you at Lang's last
night
The Colonel's features flushed.
L was there with a friend, said ;
and it was only to crafty my curIos-
ity that | went there.
The Colonel's features frightened.
Your name?' said he, extending
his hand.
| informed him.
Are you not from the north
i am.
Lets liquor.
With pleasure.
AS we were standing by the bar,
engaged ia conversation, several men
rushed into the room and approached
us.
Are you armed ? cried the fore
most, a tall stout man, whose face
bore the pcars of many desperate
conflict.
Certainly | always am, was
Bowie's calm reply.
with pistol ard knife
With the knife only. Why do you
ask 2
Because Lang will soon be here
Who told you?'
i passed him as was coming here
/ He ia armed to the teeth.
We'll, | am ready for him, said
Bowie. But why have you left your
I bed2'
why, you didn't think that | wa
going to lay abed all day, merely be.
cause, | happened to be little sick :?
But you were seriously i'll, last
NIGHT. sail Bowie.