The Fort Mill News, 1892-06-15
The front page of 1892-06-15. 675 words, read by machine from the Library of Congress scan and reproduced without correction.
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convulsion of a mighty struggle. Then blackness. ***** I was standing on my own body?mv body that had ; rolled from the chair and lay stiff and silent in the pool of blood beneath the table. 1j looked about without curiosity, without awe, and wondered what the reporters would say of that stiff, dead form lying therein the moonlight?the form with the gleaming razor in the stiffened hand and the maniac's smile on the thin, hard iTtce. In another instant I had leftit there, passed through the closed door and out into the street. My motions were strangely light and free. The _ A 1 * 1 1 * ' ?
t->* was needless to light a match, for tlje mood had drifted from behind the 1 " clouds and shone full and bright through the dingy window. Its beams trembled on the bare floor, danced on the white bed. then crept up the wall in silent, waving, shadows. They made me shiver as 1 sat down to think. To-night 1 must die. Then the reaction came and I almost enjoyed the thought of the new experience and gloated over the fact that I would be the first to wr.te of travels in the srrent iin-l
the tiny stream trickling down my leg, it reached the floor and Collected into a tiny pool beneath the table. I watched it overflow and 8 tart down the dusty planks, creeping out of the br ight into the shadows beyond. It seemed a sniiKe crawling to its den. Perhaps it was a snake?perhaps I dreamed. A feeling of deadly weakness came ovar me. I glanced at the patch of moonlight in the cracKed mirror and a white face, from which shone n. nnir nf rrlon mino -
that Dob Ford, the slayer of Jesse James, was sho4-. and killed by Deputy Sheriff ATelley, in Ford's Dance Hall, this afternoon. K el ley and Ford had a quarrel in Pueblo in February last, and ill-feeling had existed between the two men ever since. This afternoon Kcllev was standing in the < _ O doorway at Ford's Danee Hell, known man was seen to hand him a double-barrelled shotgun, after which Kelley stepped .A-i- i n ^ ~
Pipes, Groceries of all kinds, . w* in fact a complete line of General Merchandise all ways on hand low for spot cash,call and be convinced* Itespectfullv, S M MILLS New Drug Store. 1 carry a good stock of new drugs, Chemicals and Fancy toilet articles, Letter paper and envelops, Cigars Cigarettsand Tobacco. Come and see. I have a competent drug clerk to fill all prescriptions, having had four years wvnai<Son(>a Ha in nnvirma
iimiut; i nIltlll OIKl CUllOCt Hob." Ford who was about five feet a nay, turned around at the same time reaching* for his hip po?-Kot. Kelley raised his <^un and fired a load of buccshot full in Ford's neek and severed the uinpipe and jugular vein, and he died instantly. Kelly gave himself up and refused to tal <. Crash on the Rails, Lawrence. Mass., June 11. There came nearbeing a horr ble accident on the Andover
? o %/ u "n you please." How cold and damp the air was as I went out into the street again and turned towards Broadway. IIow was I to die, 1 pondered. Poison was unpleasant, and a bullet made such a mess of one's appearance. I laughed aloud as I imagined my landlady's horror on finding her floor stained with blood. Several men turned to wonder at my odd mirth in the Illitif Jinrl rbntuij An/... > -
i was anew man on the staff and I had failed to get my story. My heart sank still lower as J intered my chief's presence; it was my third unsuccessful attempt. "Couidn't get it, eh?" he remarked after hearing my report. "You seem to be havi/ig hard luck. I really don't know what to put you now. "Just try me once more," I begged, remembering that I was alone friendless and
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