Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-09-20
BAD MEN ARE EDWARDS.
Every Desperate Seems to Meet His Match
at Last.

at Last.
Hank Moore, a noted Texas ranger,
declares that the desperate has never
lived who was not at some time afraid
of some other desperate, and there are
black spots on the records of them all.
He has wide acquaintance with men
of the trigger, and in support of his
theory instances four incidents in the
lives of four of the most celebrated
killers the INSTRUMENTATION frontier
has known. Two of these men never
saw the other two, and yet the story
of their defeats makes chain. They
were connected in way, and if the
spooks of them meet in the half world
and compare notes they will have an
interesting time. The four concerned
were Clint Haworth, Bill Longley,
King Fisher and Manuel Estrada. All
of them died by steel or shot or rope
but they did not kill each other.
Clint Haworth is believed to have
been a native of southern Mississippi,
says Texas correspondent. of the St.
Louis Post Dispatch. He came to
Texas in 1876, leaving in the states to
the east a score of which any profes-
sional man killer ought to be proud.
His total kills were five Negroes and
two white men, and he was not then
80 wears old. 1t is thought that be
came out west because his own coun-
try had grown too hot.
In November, 1879, Haworth attend
ed country dance in Pamela county,
near the river. At this dance was a
young stranger who had come out OF
the west, a slender, blue-eyed fellow,
with a thin, aquiline nose, prominent
cheek bones and a dropping, yellow
mustache that hid a thin Tipped mouth
running straight across his face like a
cash. This was Bill Longley, already
six times a killer in his own section
and destined in the next two years to
become one of the most celebrated
slayers of the southwest.
He did not know Haworth, and Ha-
worth did not know him. There is a
peculiar antagonism, however, be-
tween men of this class. Drawn by
some force of which they are uncon-
scious, they get together invariably,
no matter what the size of the crowd.
About 10 o'clock Haworth, pretty
drunk, and Longley, cold sober, were
conversing in a corner of the room,
while the dancers occupied the center
of the floor. The talk began about
horses. 1t went from horses to wo-
men and from women to weapons.
From weapons it went to the use OF
weapons, and some argument as TO the
respective merits of the takers. An
instant thereafter Haworth fell at full
length. He had been struck in the
mouth. He leaped up, the blood we'll
ing through his red beard, and when
he gained his feet he was looking into
the muzzle of a cooked six shooter
within foot of his face.
He did not speak, and his hands
went up as if they had been jerked by
strings. His eyes were half closed,
and he trembled slightly. Longley
leaned forward and repeatedly jam
med the muzzle of the pistol against
the mans lips and cheeks. Slowly he
was backed to the door, the savage SIX
shooter denting his flesh with every
step. He was taken in this fashion to
his horse and made to mount. Long
ley told him that if he was found in
the county the next day he would be
killed. He rode away in the dark,
still silent and thoroughly cowed.
Despite his undeniable bravery, ", he left
Pamela county that night filled with a
blind, dumb terror of his conqueror.
Haworth was stabbed to death in New
Mexico in 1888.
In the next year LoDgley killed sew
en- men in eastern Texas. Three