The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-09

lore "A gentleman came down from Du-
range with shotgun ami series OF ques-
tons about the tenderfoot.
There Is one true story about wild
Bill, which Is seldom told In the east.
ana which have never seen printed any
where. Few men living could draw and
shoot so quick as could Bill. But he met
one man az Cheyenne who surprised him
They met one night al the Grand hotel
and Bin. who wanted TO wash. took or his
big hat and tossed II upon the bar
II struck and upset a glass Of whisky.
which was waiting for Lieut. Kyle. then
less than year IN the army.
Kyle was angry. and without knowing or
caring who owned the hat. he threw Il on
the floor and ordered another drink
Bill. turning from the little mirror with
his handsome locks fairly combed. ordered
him TO pick II up. and Kyle refused. Both
were armed. and Bin saw there was no use
arguing.
For an instant they stood facing each
other. nerves at highest tension. ewes wide
and flaming
Then a flash Of Birs hand 10 his belt
published warning, and Kyle drew and
fired. The pistol fell from Bits hand al
most before its barrel was free from the
holster, and his right hand leaped from
his side with the instructive feXion OF
pain.
Instantly his left hand flew to a second
weapon. for Bin was ambideNterous and
VIGOROUSLY proficient But Kyle's gun was
In his hand and he shot again. This time
he struck the pistol guard. and the weapon
was torn from its sheath and flung on the
floor.
The officer was now aroused and Bill
could see that he thought OF ending life
and the quarrel with a single shot. So he
temporized
You've got me-" he said. Don't shoot.
Then don't knock over my whisky with
your hat" replied the officer. in some
heat
Did ! knock over your whisky" in
cause of onense.
You did"
Then beg your pardon. and l don't
blame you for throwing the hat on the
floor. My name is Wild BIZ and you are"
Lieut. Kyle Of the army"
.ad TO meet you. Whatll you have?"
Another drink" said Kyle, while the
barkeeper said to himself:
This is a damn dream, or I'm a China
mani
The men were friends while they lived,
writing TO each other occasionally. for
Kyle was assigned 10 the First Resi-
ment of cavalry. and went on to the
coast. Among the effects OF each We're
discovered letters from the other Though
it is barely possible they might have met
less pleasantly.
In the border rufTan DAYS OF early
Kansas Joe Duddles though he managed
10 keep ont either army. laid up rec
ord Of eight men killed In open Draw.
and then went away about war time be-
cause the brother Of a man who had dis
agreed with him IN politics came up TO
Coney county from Lynne with the first
repeating rife that ever crossed the MIS-
souri, river
Joe was gone fifteen years, but scraps
Of history drifted back from Arkansas
where he had maintained his Kansas rep
utation. though at the expense of some
half dozen offenders. He reached Lee
Roy just on the eve OF it's county seat
fight against Burlington.
Loyal to his town, his politics and MS
past offenses were both forgiven for he
was likely TO be a valuable man. Bur
lington people heard about him ana hie
omniously visible gun. ana It bothered
them.
one day Cofey county held an elec.
ton, and an overwhelming majority or
voters, living and dead. decided on NOV
ing the county seat from Leroy to Buzz
hngton. The newly-clected cherin ANA
clerk started Gown to Leroy after thc
records.
The old sheriff at Leroy put the pa
pefS IN a kunny SACK ana started away
with them, leaving Joe Duddles and
some others to cover his flight. The lie
Roy contingent waited at the corner Of
the square for Joe to appear and lead
them. but he did not come; and when
the Burlington crowd galloped past after
the records only a few Intellectual shots
were fired.
Next morning Joe Duddles was found
lying in the back yard of Mrs Ward.
with whom he had been boarding His
gun was in his hand but he could not
speak. And there was a dark. blunt mark
across his throat. They carried him into
the house, and he wrote on the wallpaper.
II hit my chin on the cIothesline."
The man had dashed from the house.
armed. to join his fellows, and the pat
ent wire clothesline had thrown him.
He might have recovered from the ply
steal injury. He might even have lived
down the effects of that November nights
exposure, but he could not survive the
humiliation of such a tumble. And at
the end of the week he dod.
A latter wife came up from Arkansas to
the burial, and the funeral sermon was all
even her exacting tastes could require.
His gravcstone is silent as TO those deeds
Of which he was proudest; but there are
compensations in all things. II says moth
ing Of the clothesline which conquered
him