White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1933-04-13

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"That Kind of Fighting Is for Bar
room ScuffIers."
stuck out like horn, his mind preg-
nant with great thoughts of and for
'the people," The tavern keeper said
in a solemn voice:
Gentlemen, we are ready for you"
Colin took the arm of Mr.. Allen,
Conway that of Colonel Bolts. They
proceeded to the stable yard followed
by the tavern guests. The seconds
conducted their principals to the rock.
There they drew lots for the choice
of positions. Colin won and chose the
charge nearest the open stable door
about thirty feet away. The two sat
down, each above a loaded bore in
the rock.
Again the tavern keeper spoke: II
advise all my guests to go to some
safer place. will assume no respon,
sibility for the safety of spectators
You who are fighting this duel, will
please bear in mind that the fuses ara
two and a half feet long and that tina
fire moves rapidly. The holes are fif.
teen inches deep. You will have not
more than three or four seconds in
which to move to safer position
after the fire enters the hole. Mr..
Conway will head for the opening
toward the house, Mr.. Cabot for the
stable door, within which and the
two seconds will find shelter"
The tavern keeper lighted splinter
in the lantern blaze. Holding the fuse
ends in his left hand, he touched them
simultaneously with the fire which be-
gan it's sputtering upward journey.
Little wisps of smoke arose.
Colin sat as motionless as the rock.
In the glow of the jack-light he saw
that his enemy was trembling. The
creeping fire was close to both men.
A nervous spectator shrieked with
alarm. 1t was like an unexpected
thunderbolt crashing through a roof.
Every one felt heart spasm. Conway
jumped off the rock and ran. Colin
sat for half a second, then bounded
into the stable The spectators began
chattering Then all heard the CHEEKY
voice of the tavern keeper saying:
"Gentleman, the danger is past. 1t
was not powder that we put in those
holes My small boy was playing with
my empty powder-horn today and he
filled it with black sand. In spite of
that, we have seen a remarkable exhi-
bition of courage, for neither man
knew that this was to be a bloodless
battle"
The pressure of excitement suddenly
relieved, produced gale Of laughter.
In the midst of it Conway ran upon
Colin in rage saying, 1T is dirty
Yankee trick, and you are id dog"
The last word was scarcely spoken
when Collins right glove crashed into
the face of Conway with an appalling
smack that echoed in the near woods.
The stricken man reeled and fell
against the crowd with blood flowing
shirt. They lowered him to the
ground, where he lay stunned and
helpless. Colin turned to the tavern
keeper saying, ''Send for surgeon.
fear his nose is broken. l will take
| him into the house,"
On his two hands he lifted the
PROSTATE man above the heads of the
| pressing crowd and carried him into
| the house.
Hes another Samson" the spec
tators were whispering as they fol-
| lowed.
Conway revived, but was in no con-
dition to resume the battle.
II am sorry, sir, that this happened"
"a surgeon will come soon to repair
your nose"
Conway made no answer. Colonel
| Bolts, discreet and melancholy as a
tombstone, said nothing. He helped
his friend to chair, patting his shout
der and wiping his face with towel.
Colin ordered "black strap" or 8
snort" of whisky for every man ir
the room. All were served save Bolts
| and Conway, who declined the compli.
ment. #s
| man who had sat quietly through
the argument lifted his glass and
| cried, Here's a bloody nose for ever
enemy of George Washington
! tTo BE coNTINuEo)