The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-11-21
SEEKING REVENGE.

New Workers may soon read the details
of deadly encounter in this city between
two men. It may be duel or perhaps
hand to hand life and death struggle in
the streets or at one of the hotels.
This much is certain: Two men are
carefully watching each other. Each is
man of the world, each is handsome, and
each apparently is determined.
The story in which they are concerned,
which sounds like an adventurous tale of
olden days, came to light yesterday after
noon.
Three handsome, fashionably attired
men were discussing politics and kindred
subjects on Park row. They had stood to-
gether for nearly an hour and were about
to separate when a tall stranger, dark
complexioned man, wearing black Alpine
hat, black clothing and silver trimmed
glasses, approached them.
Lifting his glasses with his left hand
and at the some time putting his right
hand into the pocket of his short topcoat,
the stranger gazed intently, but without
ferceness, into the eyes of one of the trio.
He stood for a moment without speaking,
while the man thus silently addressed
paled visibly.
Then the stranger said, care you -"
''No, I am not!' quickly answered the
other
But he was the man whose name was
mentioned by the stranger.
The two onlookers watched the men in
amazement. The stranger, pinching the
muscles of his face together, remarked:
II believe you are liar, but will sat
isfy myself before dealing with you. You
will see me again!''
Then the stranger walked away toward
the bridge entrance.
Before going further it may be we'll to
tell something about the man whose lease
of life appeared indeed slim for a few sec
onds to his two companions. He is n
painter, and a good one, and has a studio
on the west side above Thirtieth street.
Almost any day he can be met on Park
row or in that vicinity. He is a Spaniard
tall, distinguished looking and every inch
a Bohemian. He has made several for
tunes with his brush, and his pictures
hang in tho houses of many members of
New York most select society. For the
purposes of this article it is not necessary
that his name should be mentioned, but
unless many signs utterly fail it is only a
question Of a few days when it will be
made known.
But to return to the scene on Park row.
AS soon as the stranger was out of sight,
disappearing as he did in the crowds near
the bridge, the painter, now flushed, but
Will d ooA1OuS I1100, bUEu0Q W lis GULL
paniOns
''You may call me coward if you wish,
boys but that man meant business. You
bet I know him, and he knows me; but,
being totally unprepared, I was for the
minute unnerved and knew that to deny
my identity was the only safe course.
''What is the trouble? Ali had almost
forgotten about the matter and supposed
I would never hear of it again, but this
1,rr. oil
trouble for me. Several years ago was
warned to be on my guard, and for
awhile l WAS vigilant, but as nothing hap
pened 1 ceased thinking of the matter
But what is it all about:'' qucriod one
Of the men. GA woman in the case?''
"No. The story is simply this. About
dozen years ago, accompanied by young
Boston student, was travelling in Spain,
stopping here and there to make sketches.
Spain in those days was overrun with
brigands of the smaller order-gypsies we
would call them here-but the calninos
real, or main highways, were not patrolled
by soldiers as they are at present. Travel
ing on mules was, therefore, rather dan
gerOus. but we experienced no trouble IN
til we reached a small village called Rivel-
los in the province of Lerida, and only
about SO miles from Barcelona. Here we
put up for the night, but in the morning
The keeper of the casa, or inn, told US he
suspected a band of gypsies who were in
camp milo or so away.
cit was a small matter to risk our lives
for, but we at once started for the camp,
where we found only two men and ono
wagon, to which our mules were hitched.
The men suspected the object of our visit
at once for they began firing at us. With
our heavy carbines we returned the fire.
of.f{ 1n foil ~,
then surrendered and we marched him
back to Rivellos, taking our mules along.
On the advice Of the keeper of the inn, we
took our prisoner to Cajao, several miles
away, and surrendered him, as well as
ourselves, to the military authorities.
Upon our statement of the case and the
presentation of our passports we were al
lowed TO go.
"You may be sure we lost no time in
reaching Barcelona, taking the boat thence
to Montpelier, on the French coast. A
few days later we landed in Paris, and
there I remained about a year.
"Who is this man? None other than the
fellow we arrested and whose brother we
killed. Evidently he thinks 1 am the man
who fred the fatal shot. Perhaps 1 am,
but 1 do not know
After hearing the remarkable story his
friends advised the artist to ask for police
protection.
CT will not do that, " he said, 'but I
will be prepared, and if again he asks me
if E4y name is - will answer Yes,
without hesitation, for, I tell you. boys
would rather be shot than always fear
that some devil was lurking upon my
trail. New York Times.
Paris Wedding.
high class wedding was recently cele-