John Kelly, who for several years past has…
source date: 1889
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astimes, but here was a new tribe of blood-spillers from the Pacific slope who could discount them all. They used to say this was the place I have been hunting for a long time. New Mexico, Texas and Mexico, three different jurisdictions in sight, and no ex- tradition laws. When they were losers in the game they killed a man for luck, and they had to kill also as they said to keep up the reputa- tion of the town, but the finger of fate pointed incessantly to the maelstrom that was yawning to engulf them and they were bound to fulfill their destiny. I saw many of them die with bullet holes through them and one of them lived forty-eight hours after he had been pierced with five balls. The balance of them joined the Con- federate army and were lost sight of in the tu- mult and whirl of the great revolution. John Kelly, who for several years past has been keeping a saloon at Cooney camp, was drowned while attempting to ford the Frisco last week. He was in company with the eldest daughter of the late Pat Kelly, and a Mexican, who were saved by the heroic efforts of spec- tators. At one time John Kelly was a deputy sheriff in this city, but had been residing in the Mogollons for the past six years.