The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-04-02

-, N4oH Ora nlcally
Tells How He Slew G Mexican.
From the MINNEAPOLIS Journal
Have you ever killed man, colonel,n
The question was asked of Col. r. ! Cir
son, an American by birth aud native ~
Indianapolis, who halls now from Navioo
where he has been in the service of the GOV,
eminent as a military attaohe for tina Iess
eight years. The colonel was entertaIniDS
little party at the West hotel with stories
or his adventures in the country east of IN
Rio Granoe, some of which are full of inter.
est for those unused to fhe ways of the
genus 'Rreaser." He seemed staggered az
the abruptness of the query and the expre9-
sion Of bis face changed from gay to grave
10 an instant Leaning forward he knocked
the ashes from his cigar, replaced it in his
mouth and blew half dozen delibersts
whtffs before answering.
"Y es," he said at last. in voice that was
subdued By contrast with his recent speech
II killed man once. The act was commit
ted in self-defense, but / shall carry thu
recollection Of it TO my grave"
Here there was pause and another cloud
OF smoke from the colonels long Havana
His manner indicated that this particular
adventure had left sore spot in the mana
memory, and no one ventured to hurry
him.
II don't speak of this very often,n re-.
sumed the colonel. 81 cannst think of IL
without recalling the expression of intepsa
hate and fury on the face Of the man as he
died. l shot him, and he was dead in two
minutes. He fell down in a bunch of mes
| quite grass, and at first | thought he was
killed outright. l remember that the only
sensation felt on seeing him fall was
one Of intense satisfaction that my
bullet had sped true. Then | saw
his body with and twist, his hands
clutohing at the grass stems and
| feeling OF humanity overcame the revenge.
| full spirit in me. ran to where he lay aud
| turned him facs upward. He was shot
through both lungs. and the rattle was in
his throat as l reached him. The look Of
hate and fear combined on bis face was sp-
| palling in its intensity. Even as l turned
him be spat at me the blood and saliva that
was Oozing from his lips. Kissing, gaspiug
and writing IN agony, he even then strug.
| gled to get the rife which had fallen beyond
| his reach. l took flask of brandy from
my pockets, determined TO relieve the mans
| dying moments as much as possible. With
| q supreme effort he struck the flask and
sent is spinning out of my hand away into
the brush. 1t was bis last act. The next
instant he lay dead at my feet"
There was silence for fully a moment.
The colonel was blowing dense clouds Of
smoke again, and it seemed that he didn't
"What did you kill him for, colonelln
asked somebody.
Eth! o, hired him at San Antonio to
act as guide on a hunting trip When we
had been out week or two had come to
the conclusion from several actions Of bis
that my servant would bear watching. We
were camped In river bottom one evening
| and expected to get some game about SUM
down, l was sitting on camp stool read
ing copy of an old newspaper that
happened TO be among my traps.
Something struck me on the cheek with
a sharp sting, and there was the report Of
| a rifle. CRASHED my Winchester aud
jumped up, putting my hand to my face.
Blood was streaming from it. Over in tina
bush, fifty feet away I saw little curl Of
white smoke slowly issuing. The bushes
moved, and l knew that my enemy was
there Quick as thought l threw up the
rife and fred almost at random. There
was a shrek OF pain, an upward plunge Of
q dark figure, then a man burst through
the brush and fell face down. The Win.
chester had done it's work"
Again there was a period Of silence. The
listeners were waiting for the rest Of the
story, but the colonel seemed anxious to
quit the subject.
81 tell you what" he said, suddenly re-
Stunning his former breezy style of converse
ton, you can't trust a greaser. He'll do
you any time for 50 bill. One consolation
] have in this affair is that | paid that
Yellow for his services two weeks in ad
vance,"