Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-09-11
DEADLY JIM ALLISON
Two Stories OF Man Who Was Handv
With His Gun.

With His Gun.
Perhaps as celebrated in his way as
doc" Holiday is Jim Allison, who oc-
casionalfy visits Chicago. He probably
has as many bullets in his body as he
has teeth in his jaws, and though, he is
past middle age there are few men who
would care to meet him in a rough and
tumble fight even now. Several years
ago, when Durango was the toughest
town in Colorado, or the world either
for that matter, Allison had a slight
misunderstanding over game Of cards
with Mexican. When the misunder-
standing was settled the Mexican was
dead. Such affairs were too common
to cause the authorities to pay any at
tention to them. but Allison concluded
that change of base would be desirable.
Several months later Allison was
seated at the dinner table in the princi-
pal hotel in Albuquerque, N. M. The
Territorial court was in session and the
hotel was crowded with guests. Pretty
soon Mexican, who turned out to be
the brother of the man whom Allison
had shot in Durango, came into the
dining room and took seat opposite to
him.
"Your name Allison2" asked the Mex.
lean.
Sure, was the response.
"Then you're dead man, and tho
muzzle of a big forty-five navy revolver
crept up on the edge of the table. There
was a loud report, groan, and-the
Mexican rolled over on the floor dead.
l,cl L., e.,
the moment he entered the room, and
was prepared for him. As soon as he
raised his gun above the table, but be-
fore he could fire it, Allison had shot
him under the table. The guests left
their seats for moment, but as soon as
they found out what was the trouble
they resumed their meal, while the land
lord and his clerks carried out the body.
If court had not then been in session
Allison would probably have never been
molested. AS it was, however, a bench
told to bring Allison into cou.s at once.
He met him on the street as he was rid.
ing out of town.
Sorry, Jim," said he, "but I guess
you'll have to come along with me.
whats up now? What dye want
me for?"
"Oh. it's only for killing the greaser.
l guess there won't be any fuss made
erit.
"All right" was the response. ~Tu
go along.
But you must give up your weapons.
Jim, said the sheriff.
"Not much. Dye think I'm tender
foot? Country's coming to a pretty
state. Can't kill greaser without
being hauled up for it. an now you want
me to give up my weapons. Well, you
don't get 'em without fight
"All right, Jim, replied the sheriff;
"dunno as blame yer much"
So the sheriff and his prisoner rode off
to the court house, the latter having two
big revolvers in his belt and carrying a
heavy Winchester rife across the POM
mel of his saddle. Accoutered thus he
stalked into the crowded court and got
down in the front of the room. The
court was all ready for the trial The
warrant was read and then the Judge
looked at Allison. His Winchester rifle
was lying across his knees and his revolt
vers where they could easily be reached.
Afternoon, judge" said Allison coolly,
as he met the courts gaze.
~Bailiff, disarm the prisoner, said tho
judge sternly, bringing his gavel down
on the desk with force enough to splinter
the pine boards.
Come, Jim, give up your weapons"
said one Of the court officers persua.
sively. as he cautiously approached.
Cant do it," replied Allison, as he
toyed with the lock of his Winchester.
Better not come any nearer.
The bailif beat hasty retreat.
Is the prisoner disarmed ?" asked the
judge.
Now, see here, your honor, broke in
Allison, rising to his feet and still toy
ing with his rifle, II want square deal.
1haventgot any objection to being tried,
but you can see for yourself that it
wouldn't he fair to make me give up my
gun. I'm among strangers here and it
wouldn't be right.
"Disarm the prisoner" again thun-
dered the court.
Once more the bailiffs approached and
once more they beat retreat.
He won't be disarmed, said one Of
the officers at length.
He must be disarmed, was the re-
ply. If he isn't disalmed I'll adjourn
court
Again the bailiffs tried to induce ALI
son to give up his weapons, and again
were they deferred by the Winchester
rife.
He won't give mp hi. gum" finally
said the sheriff. "lf your honor wants
it you've got to take it yourself. Ill be
jiggered if try it..
Courts adjourned" was the judges
reply.
Allison walked out Of the court
room. mounted his horse, and rode away.
That was the last Of the murder trial
Chicago Globe.
References Required.