Judge — December 24, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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SULGH it was asad group whie? Tg. gathered in the basin below the tannery at day-light the Bostick and ee principals in the mous duel of the Blue Pene Harper seconds, and a fow ot of meeting. Bostick had chosen had been informed of the pl Wt fall overcoat pistols as the deadly weapons, 1d his teeth red with cold “who paces t Tdo," said Harper; my duty. * Great Scott. Harper!do you want me todie?” and a tear glistened’ in Bostick’s eye. “What in thunder ails you now it is a part of an to pace it. ¢ blown rt Gibbs pace it; it will make half the difference,” and Bostick sighed, if I believe you want said Harper contemptuously Twantto be a decent-looking corpse anyhow, and don’t want a pistol jammed in t Gibbs to pace it.” Very well. Gibbs it is then. Aha, and Harper rubbed sid Harper, Sand I guess he is the kind “of doctor for this job. = In the meantime Gibbs was say ho terms of comprot apology would do, would it? Whi Two dollars a the postmaster, Ghromo to every new ? aubecribe absent manner. Say, old man, wake up! What you givin’ us. ‘ would offer any terms of compromise to Bostick. This ‘incline 3 isa business. No, it must goon. He called mea liar, Nothing but blood will wipe out the i sult. Let her go, Gi and drew : p ath, Then rper and Gibbs paced off the distanceand drove down two pegs and ferred ay a serious tone while loading the pistols. When all the arrangements were compl ich went orders. Bostiex aid to. Harper, “Here is aroll of poetr? inscribed to one who shall be nameless until sleep bene the clods of the valley. Th few trifling bills whic wardrobe will go far to and here are the ined down on bistald tickets for it. A safe deposit company carried on by the As the mun arose Seve last words w y whom th The last directions by Skaggs wonderful in their adli to professic cutin uring brass. He said: “Gibbs, you ought to get out a special edition of the Clarion tell- ing of my death, Goaround and pick up all the adver fe Tell them we are going to turn all the rules ‘tion cuts and run off twel get some city fall clothing ng between now when we go to press. Ah, Teould onl that twenty four hundred edition and on my own obituary with turned a nnot be. Work the public fe Litis worth and to put that poem Mi addressed to me in small os in ile left eee y. Adieu. ly stick is a ibbs were pride und ought to be Ah Lit wa horrible pre proached. On a stump before hin hi dages and a box of Vit pills nd a glass ‘did Bestick take his plice led forward to his place as the sun arose and gl ved down on his bald head Ii calenmi light ina tin shop. 6 Harper in stentorian pal might as well try to pin-wheel on Indepen s's head will dazzle his exes so that he cannot shoot. Let him put on his hat or change places.” mly the venerable tile was placed p of the editor, z and rising shar] . One, two, three, re simultaneously "the | pistols ucked, and then a groan was heard and Skayees: tonpled to the ground. “Fly ‘pe round catch the ‘ivilization tosee the s the moment ap. roll of bay r k proudly. Thus be itever with the enemies of my country.” As he fled to 1 the village the doe- tor bent over th p form of Skaggs and forcec his teeth. Then his vent to probe for the wou ing the porous toapply to the first exposed “Where is he wounded 2° said Gibbs mot find it yet,” said Swarth- worth, Softly Skaggs sighed and oped his eyes and said: “Right here in my side. A piercing pain.” * Your shoulder-br re broken, and the buckle has pricked the skin,” said the doctor as he clapped the porous plaster on the spot. ! A piercing scream smote their ears, and Annette Pinkerton Uirew ‘on the prostrate forn aid : my darling, has it come to this? What you have I die happy.” And he fainted away again the bloodthirsty wretch. Let me get at him!" and the poetess worked her fingers spasmod- Harper sadly ter due search I cannot find the bullet and am afraid my instruments ll do no good,” said the “TE fly! said Bostick, doctor, ‘For a very good reason,” said Gibbs. *‘There is no bullet there, for there were no bullets put in the pistols, Ah, I hear the shriek of the departing train, and Bostick i ison his way to Canada! Gradually the sun arose and shone down on the bald head of d with Miss Pinkerton’s tears like a late frost ona ft i venerable and clasped her pi i e as he heard the . newsboy us he shouted edition of the Clarion! Terrible duel between eminent anemibers of the Blue Pencil club!) Awful wound of the great editor, comicbooks.com >>