Bisbee daily review., 1908-11-25
(By Major Ben c. Truman.)

Carmack in Nashville, Tenn, on the 9th instant brings 70 my mind that in the early sos one of the most tra3.s affairs of like kind took place in the same beautiful city. One of the prln- cipals was Felix K. Zollicoffer, then editor of the Nashville Banner, who afterward became general in the Confederate service and was killed at Mill Spying in 1862. His antagonist was John l.. Marling, editor of the Nashville Union. The former was Whig organ, the latter democratic.
 Marling was a self-made man. ne had risen from the typos stoll to the tripod. Ambitious, of course; that was the keynote of his success; dressy to a nicety, af1able and gentIe- manly, but his eye could gleam with a dangerous light and men had never seen fim quail. Zollicoffer has passed into history. His traits are well known. He was unique. His nerves were iron; he never grew excited; austere, but generous; quiet in man. ner, yet lion-hearted. He had but one lung, and he trained himself to keep cool in oyder to preserve his health. Quarrel over a Bridge.
 The duel grew directly out of con- troversy about the site of a bridge across the Cumberland. That was the match, but the powder lay in the ID. herent rivalry between the two men which was ready at any moment to cause an explosion.
 1 The only bridge across the river al , that time was below the Methodist Publishing house. A new one was ! needed. Zollicoffer wanted 1t placed at the foot of Church street; MarlIng elsewhere. The public grew interest ed, the Banner and the Union became warmer and warmer in advocacy ol i their positions. One morning the Un | ion came out with an editorial insin uating that the Banner was mercen
 ary in it's motives. Zollicoffer re piled. He owned large property al the foot of Broad street, and he saio that if he had any motive outside oi his desire for the public good in ad 1 vocating a site for the bridge, ue , would have expressed himself in fav or of locating 1t at the foot or Broad street, where his property would DC enhanced in value. This had no eI feet on Marling, and the following day, in an editorial, he boldly charg ed that Zollicoffer's explanation was fraudulent, and that he was bribed tc write as he did. People who knew the men felt that trouble was imminent
 About S:30 next morning Zollicoffel went into his office as cool as anyone ever saw him. He sat down at his desk, and turning to James T. Bell i said: Jimmie, I've stood enough ] from Marling. You krow that I tried to avoid a difficulty, but can't stand , 1t any longer Go and tell Mat Brown , that I want to see him"
 Sends Defiance.
 Bell went after Brown and brought him to the cfffce. Zolhcoffer moved with Brown, and said: Mat go JC Marling and tell him that at 10 o'clock | I will be in front of his office to de nounce him"
 Mat conversed with him a minute or so and then left. The printers knew that trouble was near at hand and moved about nervously, every now and then glancing at the quiet ng ure which sat in the front office with his feet on the green baize desk, light rings of smoke curling above his head. A little after g o'clock Zolll coffer picked up his hat and left the office. He went o~Hl to the east side of the public square, where he board. ed, and asked his wife for his pistol It was an old powder and ball weap- on, and had been loaded for some time. She wanted to reload it. ne ! told her that 1t was useless, put 1t 1 in a hip pocket. and after slipping ! ! few caps in his right vest pocket, he left
 Mat Brown had undoubtedly per i formed his part, for as the clock struck ten, Marlin could be seen | standing just at the foot of the stair way leading from the editorial rooms to the street. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, with brass buttons ou | the coat. He was in full view of Zol i licoffer They looked at each other g moment Zollicoffer broke the silence
 by shouting at Marling: T came here to denounce, you as an inferna | scondref," at the same time drawing ] his pistol As the words of insult fel from Zollicoffer's lips. Marling's hanC dropped like flash to his hip pocket and in a second he had drawn anC fired. The ball went high and broke a pane of glass in the second stor! of the house over ECllicoffer's head.
 Cool Act cooIIy Met.
 1 No other word was spoken. Zolli coffer extended his pistol, took delib
 crate aim, and pulled the trigger. |
 missed fire. Without moving out O
 his tracks he held the weapon clost
 to his face, looked intently at it ;
 moment and then passed 1t from hi
 right to his left hand, resting i
 obliqueIy over the left wrist. He thel