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o o CD C 2 c ?<2 O CD O nissv > ÄNNAry WIGER What a difference in human affairs the mere matter of geography makes! There was a duel in New Mexico the other day in the little mountain town of Alma, Soccorro county, not very far from Albuquerque. It was a mad, fierce •fight ,a duel to the death—and all about a woman. It was in strict accordance with the code duello of the American frontier. It was a fair, square, honest fight according to the western arbiters of dueling, and it infringed on no rule laid down by the frontier sticklers, yet liow different, how very different, it was from the French duel—(how very differ ent, for example, from that famous re cently-fought duel between Anna Uould's pretty but expensive Count Boni and the rash De Rodays. The Frénch duel is an affair the eti quette of Which is as well-defined as is the conduct of a lady at the queen's drawing-room. There must be first of all the insult. Then the insulted shows lliis pluck and resentment by smacking the insulter in the face with h's glove or his open hand. Then, in due order, come the challenge, the acceptance of the challenge, the fixing of conditions, the choice of weapons. When the duel comes off there are present the princi pals, the seconds, the doctors, the car riages ready to carry the wounded to hospitals, perhaps even the reporters and artists from the big dailies. The weapons are examined, the distance is •measured off the word is given, the seconds, the doctors, etc., are in their 1 laces; there Is a bang! bang and the J'ing of bullet in some one's coatsleeve or trousers leg, or perhaps a puncture, a clean little puncture of a rapier's point in some part where it is not alarmingly dangerous. Honor is satisfied. Every body shakes hands with everybody else, gets into his owp carriage and rattles away to breakfast and to tell about it. The principals, the seconds, the doctors, the reporters, the artists, all do their duty—and the incident Is closed without crepe. This is the French duel. It U of the opera bouffe. The western duel, the duel of the American frontier, is of the melodrama. There is this duel Just fought at Alma, Soccorro county, N M., for example. Ils story is not one of nice finicky little points of honor measurable with a pocket rule, nor of etiquette as fixel and elaborate as that of a ceremonial Japan ese high tea. It was a fight between two men, fought in hot blood and with passion primeval—relentlessly fought to the death. There were In the little mountain town of Alma a pretty girl named Anna Swl gert, the belle of the Alma neighborhood for miles around, her relative and much favored admirer. Tod Holliman, and an other ardent If less favored admirer in the person of one Bruce Weaver, known variously as "Bud" and "Red" Weaver, a liard-drinking, hard-riding and swift shooting desperado cowboy. "Red" Weaver had, with the eommu nlty that knew mm, long passed that A WHISKY TRUST IS THE LATEST IN MONOPOLIES Have you heard the dreadful neews? There's a scarcity of booze; The Whisky Trust has cornered it; Our grief you must excuse. —Wail of the Thirsty. If you have tears phepare to shed them Bow. A terrible famine menaces the city: yea and the country, at large, as well. Unless some miracle is wrought, the present pur port of which no man can foretell, the land will soon be plunged into the depths of dark despair, and famished men will wander to and fro, declaring they are living in a Sahara. There is a corner in whisky. Good red liquor will soon be as scarce as black dia monds. Men in the trade admitted last night that this was true. They told shivering customers that already there was a short age in the visible supply of the real Ken tucky vintages, and predicted that ere long the retail price wouid have to be in creased. Some went so far In fell pro phecy as to aver that whisky would soon go over the counter for nothing less than twenty-five cents a drink. To many ■ gaunt returner from a sojourn on the road this would be worse than a prohl bit ! on law. It fairly made men thirsty to think of the possibility. It Is, Alas, Too True. "It is. alas, too true," said a leading Bonifac? in. the vicinage of Broadway who hrs been investigating the matter. "The Whisky Trust has secured control ■T mson—New York waiters frequently get *100 !>. week in tins. Jester—fee whiz, it's a wonder their employers don't ask 'em for a lob.—Co aimbus (Ohio) State Journal. ambiguous stage in which he was de scribed as "no better than he should he, ■ and was frankly and openly re ferred to as "as bad as he couid be." He was generally believed to be a half breed Indian, was about thirty-two years cld, good looking enough in the border style of beauty, an. .,e was pretty well known from Alma to the Mexican border as a bad man." He had several times been arrested and convicted of charges of horse and cattle stealing ai d was generally suspected of belonging to the "Black Jack" gang, the leader of which, "Black Jack" Ketchum, was hanged the ether day at Clayton, New Mexico, with such horrible result. "Red" Weaver had the misfortune to fall 'in love with Miss Anna Swigert of Alma. Miss Swigert, being pretty and a belle probably coquetted with him a little, at least to the extent of inspiring his hope, giving him a photograph of herself, and arousing the jealousy of her relative. Tod Holliman. Tod Holliman, exercising the right of a relative, cited "Red" Weaver's record TOI> ^ > HOLLIMAN tt>e SLASH ER against him, and got the privilege of warning him oft as a lover. "Red" Weaver was enraged, qf course, and behaved with reprehensible ungal lantry. He was far and away the best man with a lariat In that section, and one of the quickest with a gun. In his picturesque cowboy togs, his flapping chappes and open collar and wide som of all the whisky distilled between the years 1893 and 1899. The Kentucky Dis tilleries and Warehouse company, which is a part of the great Stimulant Trust, has got its clutches on all the Kentucky distilled goods, and if we want them we must pay the piper. There is no way out of it. The officers of the trust are whimsical fellows. They say that they really and truly sympathize with the suffering public, but that business is bus iness, and the clamor of their stockhold ers for something wnich looks like a dl vident has become so loud and menaciing that they must answer it with tangible results." The fact that the trust has only 22,000 000 gallons of old whisky left in its store houses shows how serious the danger of famine really is. How long, asks the per sons interested, would it take for the Al ley to absorb that microscopical amount and cry for more. But even that amount the trust is nursing with the fell pur pose of forcing up the price, and there seems to be no way of circumventing its artful schemes, for whisky, unfortunate ly, is a slow crop, and it takes several good seasons to make good a shortage in the supply.. Meanwhile there are a few other bever ages which can be adopted at a pinch to keep men and women from perishing ab solutely. There Is no reported scarcity of either large or small bottles, and at the worst, there are some million gallons of fusel oil, which those who have tried to say is not without its commendable features. Men have been known to get through the day with the assistance of Scotch highballs, and some would pre fer "nigger gin" to nothing at all to drink. "I've never met them." "How about that love of science which starts men searching for thç poles?"— Philadelphia Times. D a r A k""—kDOTn MEN RAI^EP TTKIt\ WEAPON} ANO FIRÇD blood had not been bettered wh^n Hol liman told Weaver to discontinue his calls on lier. With this state of affairs eiiting the two men met in the store of Coots & Rowe in Alma, and Holliman called Weaver to account lor talking brero he swaggered about town, talking derisively and disrespectfully, in his pique, of Miss Anna Swigert. Tod Holliman, who while not quite so big, was quitte as plucky as Red Wea ver, made it his business to call him to account. They had had frequent quar rels before about the pretty girl when they were out on the ranges, and the bad In justice to the officers of the Whisky Trust, it should be said that they deny the existence of any artificially made corner. The scarcity in Old Red Eye, they say, is due to trade conditions. Dis tillers In Kentucky went crazy in 1893, and distilled 45,000,000 gallons of whisky queer idea of insanity, that—and after that they got frightened, and did not make enough. So great was the alarm last night among the bibulous that there was talk of starting an association for the cultiva tion of a liking for kerosene. A POKER STUDY. / / ? Cr i ' This Is Jones when he makes seven high in drawing to a bob-tailed flush. This is Jones with four aces pat. disrespectfully about Miss Swigert. 'Weaver resented Holliman's interfer ence in his love affair by drawing his six-shooter and flourishing it in his face. When Holliman did not respond in kind Weaver struck him in the face with open hand. Holliman said: "I am unarmed and you have the advantage. Give me the chance to get a gun and I'll meet you." This was the western challenge weaver, acting in accordance with the code of the frontier, pocketed his pistol FIGHTING BOB EVANS TELLS OF EMPE ROR WIL LIAM. Few mountaineers go far enough into the avalanche region to see much of them, and fewer still know the thrill ing exhilaration of riding on them, says John Muir in the April Atlantic. In all my wild mountaineering I have enpoyed only one avalanche ride, and the start was so sudden, and the end came so soon, I thought but little of the danger that goes with this sort of travel. and said, "All right, I'll wait!" There were no more arrangements— no inviting of seconds, choosing of wea pons. fixing of conditions, engaging of doctors, etc., etc. Each, according to western usage, took the precaution to go armed and keep a watchful eye open for the other. They met the next day—in the main street. Holliman, with his Winchester, left his toarding-house to go to the store and though one thinks fast at such times. One calm bright morning in Yosemlte, after a hearty storm had given three or four feet of fresh snow to the moun tains, being eager to see as many ala lanehes as possible, and gain wide views of the peaks and forests arrayed in their new robes before the sunshine had time to change or rearrange them, I set out early to climb by a side canon to the top of a commanding ridge a little over three thousand feet above the val ley. But I was not to get top views of any sort that day, but, instead of these, something quite different; for deep trampling near the canon head where the snow was strained started an avalanche, and I was swished back down to the foot of the canon as if by enchantment. The plodding, wallowing ascent of about a mile had taken all day, the undoing descent perhaps about a minute. When the snow suddenly gave way, I Instinctively threw myself on my back and spread my arms to try to keep from sinking. Fortunately, though the grade of the canon was sleep. It was not Interrupted by step levels or precipices big enough to cause cutbounding or free plunging. On no part of the rush was I burled. I was only moderately Imbedded on the sur face or a little below it, and covered with a hissing back-streaming veil; and as the whole mass beneath or about me joined In the flight I felt no friction, though tossed here and there and lurched from side to side. And when the torrent swedged and came to rest I found myslef on the top of the crum pled pile without a single bruise or scar. Hawthorne says that steam has spirit ualized travel, notwithstanding the smoke, friction smells, and clatter of boat and rail riding. This (light in a milky way of snow flowers was the most spiritual of all my travels, and on his way saw Weaver coming toward h*i, and the duel was on. Th-re was t.o measuring of distance and tossing for position They simply continued to ad vance steadily toward each other until they were only a few feet apart Holli man said to Weaver; "Stop or I'll shoot you!" Weaver, with his six-shooter ready, came on. The two men raised their guns and fired almost simultaneously. Neither shot took effect. Tnen swiftly before the first smoke had cleared two shots rang out again. The buliel from Holliman's Winchester struck Weaver full in the forehead and nearly tare the top off his head. The bullet from Wea ver's pistol, discharged by hi3 convul sive dying grasp as he fell, tr ade a flesh wound in Holliman's shoulder. This was a cowboy duel, a du il of the frontier, and it was acted and over while people were running to the doors and windows to see what the noise was all about. Tod Holliman surrendered h'mself to Constable Kirkpatrick of A'ma. He gave a bond of $3000 to appear before the vjjrajct Weaver I tf)e v5U*iN next grand Jury of Soccorro county and vent about his usual business. Whn his trial Is ended, if he gains his lreedom, he will also gain a aride, for—abiding by the ancient law that r 'to the victor belong the spoils"—A"r.a Swi f.ert, the innocent cause of the tragedy, has promised to marry him. after many years the mere thought *fl It Is still an exhiliration. Why He Liked His Lawyer. "While I was in the state attorney'* office,'' says William C. Smith, formerly Deputy state attorney of Maryland, "I had to try a case against an otherwise honest German for selling liquor on Sunday. The defendant had retained a certain member of the bar who is noted for his high C voice. During this at« torney's rather loud address his Ger» man client looked on in rapt admira* tion, and he was heard to remark " *Ach! dot's der kind of lawyer to haf, yet.' " 'Why?' he was asked. " 'Because,' was the reply, *he holler* so loud he scares der Jury.' " "What is your occupation?" said • judge to a prisoner. "I am an employer of labor, your honor," was the answer. "Well, what do you do?" "I find employment for such gentle* men as yourself and prison officials." Sentence: Six months hard. ? She—Isn't it lovely? Papa consents. He—Does he, really? She—Yes. He wanted to know wh* you were and I told him you were tape clerk at Scrimp & Co.'s, and he seemed real pleased. He—I am delighted. , She—Yes. and he said that wo could be married just as soon as you were l».ken into the firm. Blinks—That fellow Shavplelgh Is (he most insufferably conceited man I ever saw. What has he evea- done to gaai such p. high opinion of himself? Winks—I believe he once found a mis. take in a newspaper.