The Press., 1895-11-07

two hours wEc'l roosecr~or came in from my friend, the aUl3cun general, saying he had just been called on for an important surgical case and asking if l would not accompany him and adminis- ter the anesthetic. My California com- rade and myself voted our new found acquaintance 8 most charming man and capital fellow generally, though after ward remarked to myself that l had not as yet found out anything about where he came from or who he was.
 Busy for the next few days, I thought but little more of this entertaining stranger. About a, week later, however, I dropped into The Palace, just to sec who was there, and the stranger, quiet and uncommunicative as usual, was watching the games, never standing over any one table for more than two or three minutes at a time. From here l stepped into The Capital, and Bert, the head man, not being busy, began 8 conversation with him. Presently the well dressed stranger came in, and l noticed Bert's eyes take on rather de- liant flash as he watched him pass to the rear or the room.
 ''Bert, who is that man?'' I asked. "I've seen him about for some time now, but he never seems to speak to any one. He must be some customer here for the winter, isn't heH"
 "Why, don't you know that fellow?" was the quick response. "He knows better than to speak to me. He's the blank of blank who killed Jim Fallon in Prescott five years ago. Why, you remember his murder, don't you, gen. eral?"
 "No; I don't recall it, Bert. That was when was in Montana, and reckon the trial and all took place be- fore my return"
 "Well, it was the most cOwardly mur- der I ever knew, and if that duck had his deserts he'd have stretched hemp for it long ago. You knew Fallon, of course, who used to run bank in Tombstone, and after the flush days there he moved to Prescott2''
 I nodded assent, and he went on: "This fellow, Jack Underhill, Thimble Jack, who was nothing but low down tin horn anyway, got full one night and raised such disturbance at Fall Ions table that he finally got up and kicked him out of the house,
 ' "Underhill, was furious over this method of ejection, and for several days went around threatening that he was going to get even with FallOn. Some of Jim's friends told him he had better look out for Thimble Jack, as he was a treacherous cuss and would probably stab him in the back. But Fallon laugh ed at them, declaring that Jack was too big coward to attack child, let alone 8 man.
 ''So the matter run along for almost week and nearly every one had for gotten about it, when one night about 10 o'clock, as Fallon was standing by the bar talking to some friends, this cowardly dog shot him in the back with out the slightest warning. Insthe con- fusion he managed to get away and hid in the house of frail woman. Talk of lynching was SO strong the next day that he meaked over to the sheriff's of flee and gave himself up. Fallon finger ed along for three weeks before be died.
 "When the trial came, this fellows family or some of, his friends, or some one in the east, put up the money for him, and he had half a dozen, of the best criminal lawyers in the southwest defending him. For myself always believed the jury was tempered with, too, for they only brought in 8 verdict Of malislaughter and he simply got 8 sentence of five years, and what with good time he's out now.
 1T hope you haveA.t spoken to him, for no self respecting white man like you eyer wants to speak to such cow ardly dogSas him. ''
 And 50 this was my entertainer of a few evenings before. Then it dawned upon me why his face had always seem- d familiar to me. \ As Q te1Titorial off, cial Ihaa oftsnsyisited the peait ntiRry at Yuma, and here I had seen my. friend Of the Riviera, my friend the gambler. General Edward s .Gill in New York Recorder