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Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5101, 23 May 1885, Page 4

invited to a surprise party, but he began to limber up \m artillery and swear like a male driver with a dished wheel. Meantime the meek young man had taken off his coat and vest.and produced ft beautifully nickel plated little revolver. Then he walked up to the telephone and signalled the Central Office. " Going to order a doctor ?" yelled Ihe cow poker, who was bracing up with another five fingers of firewater. " We won't need any doctor, my friend," calmly replied his antagonist. "Hello there!—just connect me with the Coroner's office, please. Thanks. Hello, Dr. O'Don* nell. I'm just going to shoot another man ' up here, and I want the poor devil buried at my expense. No pine box, mind. Give him a good chest with silver handles. Don't forget, now. Silver handles. Goodby. Now, then, my sanguinary friend

Bat there was a crash at the swing doors, and the bovine urchin was gone. And thus ended one of the most heartrending episodes of wild life in the Far West—about as far west you can get without walking overboard.