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Show RECORD OP A TEXAS DESPERADO. the Graves of His Victims Were Scattered From Dodge City to Santa I The man who told the story between the puffs of his cigar was from Texas. "Clay Allison's life wa a tragio ro asance, " he began. "Clay Allison wa a desperado. He lived in the Eed rivei country in tho Panhandle. His triggei finger was busiest in the early eighties. His record was 21. He boasted of it Twenty-one dead men, whose graves were scattered from Dodge City to Santa San-ta Fe J I myself saw him kill Bill Chunk, a bad man, who shot people Just for tho fun of seeing them fall. The rwo men had no cause for quarrel. Tbf?y were the prize killers of. the same section sec-tion of the country. It was a spirit of rivalry which made them swear to shoofc each other on sight Their friends bet on the result of their first chance rencounter. They met one night at a crossroad inn in New Mexico and sat dewn at tables opposite each other, with their drawn six shooters resting on their laps beneath their napkins. A plate of oysters on the shell had just been set before Chunk, when he dropped hi hand in careless fashion and sent a ball at Allision beneath the tabla Quick a a leap of lightning Allison's gun replied. re-plied. A tiny red 6pot between Chunk' eyes marked where the bullet entered. The dead man rolled over on the tabla and was still, with his face downward in the dish of oysters. "Allision was a large cattle owner. He went on a drive to . Kansas City once, and while there fgll in love. mar. them a child whose face was as beau-tiful beau-tiful as the face of a cherub, but whose poor little body was horribly deformed. Allison loved the child with the great love of his passionate nature. In the babe's twisted and misshapen form Ma fiuperstitious mind read a meaning aj significant as that of the message which the divine hand wrote on the palace of the king of old in Babylon. God, he thought, had visited a curse upon him for his sins. Ho quit his wild ways. Ho drank no more. No man ever after tho birth of his child fell before hii deadly pistols. Ha was eompletelj aoan&ed. A Waist Belt Fad. The up to date Gotham girl is now collecting waist belts, not ordinary belts of leather, but costly jeweled affairs, af-fairs, to be worn with the short, round bodice of tho evening gowns. Something entirely new is a waist belt formed ef rosettes of yellow valencienne3 lace mounted on white satin. Xn the center of each rosette an imitation turquoise nestles. Another waist belt is of blaok j satin, over which a swarm of golden butteries are embroidered. |