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not mo- lested. I returned to Doming about three months afterwards. What a change I found, a deputy sheriff had been appointed, his name was Dan Tucker and he was certainly the right man, for if he wanted to arrest a desperado he was sure to either arrest him or kill him. I found where three months before the only improvements was a small tent, large stores carrying a stock of several thousand dollars in value. A number of the “bad men” were either killed in quarrels among themselves or by the deputy sheriff. Apache George was peddling fruit at the depot looking as harmless and meek as a Chinaman. The young city went through the ordeal of fire, numbers of the wooden structures were destroyed, but in their place arose good and substantial brick buildings. There will soon be a railroad connecting Doming to the coast, and the next decade will see the city of Doming a wealthy, flourishing business center, with street cars running over the same ground where ten short years ago the crowd of ruffians ran to meet us when we first set foot in Grant county. ARRIVALS AT HUDSON’S THE LAST TWO WEEKS