Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-07-10

very heavily with powder only his
nand shook SO that he could hardly hold
II l should miss him, he'll kill me
snre!" he muttered to me.
Yes, said /, "but You mustn't miss
MN. Take good aim. I'll give the
word very slow, bore him right through
the heart; for you're dead if he gets a
shot at YOU
They were placed--the distance only
ten PAGES, and Hogan stood with his
arms folded, full breast to his foe,
sscowling OF him as if he wanted to blast
him.
Are you ready, Mr.. Blizzard?" I
asked.
@Yes-but I-don't like to shoot at
him SO, and he standing there without
a chancely
"Come-be quick-no trifing, it is
my turn next' said Hogan in bitter
tone.
Billiards. hand trembled more than
ever, but his eye flashed, and he an
swered.
I'm ready now-Pll see if it's your
turn nextw
As / gave the word very slow, he
raised the pistol, not as / had showed
him, but with both hands, taking sight
as he would with a rifle, and fred.
Having held it a little too close to his
nose, the recoil of the heavy-loaded
weapon nearly knocked him down, and
for a moment almost blinded him,
drawing the claret in stream from his
nose. But to his utter horror and
establishment the first sight that met his
bewildered eyes, WAS Hogan standing
there with his arms folded, q most
diabolical smile on his face, and evil
IDENTIFY untouched.
"Oh Lordi" he exclaimed, show
could have missed him. had sure
head of himl"
You grazed his ear-that was pretty
closet" l said by way of comforter.
Bear hand and load the pistol
am hungry-want to punish him and go
to support" cried Hogan, sharply.
Poor Blizzard He looked as though
he would sink into the earth-he was
pale as ghost, but he had stopped
trembling. He was evidently trying to
nerve himself to meet his fate like
man.
as there anything can do for you
after you have gone, my friend ?" / asked
coollv.
"Yes," he replied, hoarsely, write to
my father and tell him that Ezra Biz
zard died like man-just as he told
me to cut off lock of my hair, (here
his voice trembled, and send it to Mary
Neal, in the same letter; poor gal, she'll
break her heart for this. That's all
good-by, Buntline."
@Good-by, Blizzard, I am sorry for
you, but it can't be helped, / replied,
putting my handkerchief up to my face
as if to hide my tears, but really to con-
ceal the laugh that was trying to break
adrift in spite of my efforts to look
serious.
"Giye the word slowl" said Hogan
fiercely.
"The devil is in his eyes-heIl kill
him surel" / muttered, just loud enough
for Blizzard to hear me- l could see
the poor fellow begin to tremble.
Are you ready?"
"No," said Hogan. swat moment
till l finish this cigar"
Billiards. tremor increased every mo-
ment-suspense was too severe
added to his agony by again remarking
in an undertone, that never saw Ho-
gan so deliberate and murderous.
At last Hogan said he was ready
and again said, give the word slow,
nowp
by heavens, I can't stand this, it's
murderl' / cried, as if dreadfully agi-
tated. run, Blizzard, rum"
My earnest cry, added to what he
had already endured, decided poor Biz
gard, and off he started like wounded
buck.
"Stop-stcp till shootl" yelled Ho-
gan.
stop, stop till you are kiIledl'
yelled his second.
$50 it, Blizzardl" I shouted. at the
same moment Selling half rotten
orange from the ground and hurting it
with all the force could after him.
The orange struck him plum upon
that portion of his body named by phil
osophers as the seat of honor, bursting
and deluging him with its juice at the
very instant that Hogan fired his pistol.
Poor Blizzard heard the shot, felt /
the orange, and tumbled forward fiat
on his face, close beside the new-made |
Are vou killed." cried, rushing up |
and kneeling by his side.
"Oh Lord oh Lord" he groaned-
dead shot in the back, tool Oh |
Lord-tumblem me into the gravel don't
care, only am shot in the back !"
@May bel can stop the bloodp
"No, don't try, 1 don't want to live.
I'm shot in the backl' he groaned.
Don't let Mary or father hear Of it
bury me as soon as I'm coldl1
Don't the wound hurt you?
Mono, nothing hurts me but being
shot in the back. What did you tell
me TO run for2 it was all your fault
was ready to die like man, $40
/ could hold in no longer l burst
into veil of laughter, and lifted up my
principal to his feet. Hogan and his
-, ~, and the cat WAS let out