Buffalo Bill's Wild West In England (Part2)

SUSPENDER JACK AND BOGARDUS.

Look Out for a Saugulnary Duel Soon on Staten Island.

New York World. The feud between Suspender Jack, the cowboy, and Capt. A.H. Bogardus, the chamption shot, of Adam Forepaugh's show at Erastina, State Island, is a deadly affair, Capt. Bogardus says that Jack, while pretending to shoot at bottles last Thurday, tried to put an end to the former's mundane marksmanship by filling hus left ear with a compound of gunpowder and cold lead. The powder actually singed the captian's hair, and Bogardus at once proceeded to take Jack by the hair with one hand and by the neck with the other, and disturb the yellow earth of the Woods of Arden with his buckskin clad frame.

Bogardus weighs 100 pounds more than jack, and the only thing left for jack to do was to invoke the civilized law of West Brighton, which was yesterday morning administered by Justice Corbett at an expense of $10 to Bogardus. "Jack is only a dime-museum cowboy," said Capt. Bogardus yesterday afternoon to a reporter of The World. "I ain't going to kill him. He ain't worth killing. Why he's only a southerner who's let his hair grow."

"All I want," said Jack, "is to be shut up in a dark room with Bogardus. Let each be given a gun and cigarette. We can take aim by the fire in each other's cigarette. Bogardus can't shoot, He has to have the ring-master pull the bell so people will think he has hit the bull's-eye."

Mrs. Lucy Heyman, the wardroke keeper, and Miss Sallie Connolly, the charlot rider, were named as seconds for the combatante in case of a duel. Both offered to do anything in their power to bring about a fatal result in case of a meeing between the men. O. J. Ferguson, the veteran manager, proposed that the men should be furnished with clubs and allowed to beat each other to a pulp. It looked very lowering in the Forepaugh camp last night. Surrender Jack fell of the steer which he usually rides with great hauteur in the performance, and Captain Bogardus came near perforating a super, instead of the target. If the men are killed they will be buried in the wild wood just back to the refreshment stand. The real cause of the trouble is said to have been that Jack's picture was printed in a newspaper and he was given the honor, in the account accompanying it, of being a bigger man in the show than Bogardus. Captain Bogardus insisted that he was in charge of the ammunition of the concern and was ahead of Jack in distinction. Jack has a letter from Buffalo Bill to prove that he is a genuine cow-boy. In it Bill says Jack talks too much.

GEN. JOE HAWLEY, a Senator and Republican politician, frequently spoken of in con-nection with the Presidency, is in London, but fails to divide public attention with Buffalo Bill, notwithstanding the fact that the English nobility complain that Bill will eat peas with his knife.

ALL SORTS OF ITEMS. -------------------------------- A basket picnic is a no-table event.

Old as the hills--the valleys.--Cedar Rapids Gossip.

A receiving-teller--a gossiping woman. Texas Siftings.

Ripe for mischief--the early watermelon. Cleveland Sun.

The talk about war in Afghanistan seems to be Ameer rumor. --Boston Post.

The melon-cholic days have come, the painfulest of the year. --Boston Post.

We haven't any kings and queens in this country. We have bosses. --Syracuse Herald.

If you want a wen removed consult the know-wenest surgeon you can find. --Texas Siftings.

When a singer's throat is raw, you can't expect her songs to be well done. --Pissburg Chronicle.

No, "girls of the period" are not those who are ever inclined to come to a full stop. Boston Post.

Charity may cover a multitude of sins, but that is not its regular business. --N. O. Picanyune.

A New Hampshire genius advertises for "a pushing man to do business with a wheelbarrow." --Burlington Free Press.

The Canadian printer who is one hundred and three years old is thought to be a typographical error. --Tid-Bits.

The New York girls practice smiling before a glass. --Boston Post. The men smile behind it. --Philadelphia Call.

Herr Most says "the Anarchist will yet make his mark." Certainly, when he rubs up against anything. --Texas Siftings.

They never call Mr. Cody "Buffalo Bill" in Boston. They speak of him as "Bison Americanus [Guillamus?]. --N. Y. World."

The Interstate Commerce law hasn't affected the undertaker. He carries as many dead-heads as ever. --Philadelphi Call.

In Hindoostan a copper cent is called a "damri." From this probably comes the expression, "It isn't worth a continental." Philadelphia Call.

The rivalry between the sugar manufacturers of the Sandwich Islands will of course result in victory for those who have the most sand. --Pittsburg Chronicle.

The broiled chicken on the bill of fare at the summer hotel is too often like the same fowl when it emerges from the shell--"just out." --Boston Commercial Bulletin.

"In the interest of the health of the community," a New Yorker informs the sanitary authorities of his city, "on Friday last a large snake came through the faucet."

Seashore Mem.--The Cincinnati Commercial remarks that "there is a tide in the affairs of men which, if not skillfully dodged at the proper time, drowns them."

J. R. Whipple, a Boston hotel man has taken out $500,000 insurance on his life. The agent who wrote the policies can now afford to do without any life insurance himself.

It is a melancholy fact that the brilliant young banker who is spoken of as "a young Napoleon of finance" always finds his Waterloo sooner or later. --Philadelphia Press.

Henry George says there is work enough in this country for every man to have a job. Wouldn't it be a good idea, then, for George to go to work instead of wasting his time in talk? --Boston Post.

It is said that Sarah Bernhardt invested the bulk of her money made here last season in American real estate. She should come back and be naturalized. --Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.

In telling what a blind man has seen in Washington, Dr. Milburn might add some highly interesting facts in regard to what has been winked at in Washington for a good many years. --Louisville Courier Journal.

Divorces Are Common--First Chicago Woman--Excuse me sir, but would you tell me your name? Second Chicago Woman--Really, I do not know. I have not heard from the Court House to-day. --Detroit Free Press.

It is a frivolous thought to suppose that in the new French Cabinet General Saussier was preferred to General Boulanger as Minister of War, because the former was the Saussier of the two. --Boston Comemrical Bulletin.

A teacher said to a member of the State Board of Health, who was investigating the condition of her room: "No, I haven't any ventilators; I don't see any use for them." "But how do you keep the air pure?" "Oh, I've got a thermometer." --Albany Argus.

Giving Him No Show-- "No, Bobby," said his mother, "one piece of pie is quite enough for you." "It's funny," responded Bobby, with an injured [air?], "you say you are anxious that I should learn to eat properly, and yet you won't give me a chance to practice." --Puck?

Consent Was Given. Marshall P. Wilder tells the follwing story: "During the late stormy weather Buffalo Bill had a little gathering in his tent of friends, among whim were a number of cowboys. During the fun an invited Englishman entered and said, 'Aw, beg pawdon, but-aw, may I keep my hat on?' 'Yes, old boy,' replid a cowboy, 'if you keep your boots on.'"-New York Sun.

Eats Peas With His Knife.

From the London Society

All the Mrs. Lion-Hunters seem to have gone clean stark raving need over the burly charms of the American circus-man. Nothing is too good for him, from the box-seat of Charlie Borceford's coach to a seat at the supper table of any fad mongering hostess who is fortunate enough to work a mutual advertisement by securing the Buffalo person's presence at dance or reception. Now, against Buffalo Bill himself we have not a word to say. As a showman he is a distinct success, and the very fact, which we deplore, of his getting himself asked to London drawing rooms, proves that he is not only a circus manager, but an "advance agent" -- this is the correct Americanism -- of more than common enterprise. But it does seem passing stange that ladies should go out of their way to get to their houses a man who professes not only to have indulged freelt in the uncleanly outrafe of shooting the heads of this fallen foes, but to have treasured the relics of such a [?] surgery.

Apart from this, Bill is said to carry his firm belief in the knife into the supper rooms of his new friends, giving preference so that implement over his fork for the purpose of "trailing" round his plate, and finally conveying to his mouth the new pass and other luxuries with which he is supplied, his maneuvers being watched with open-eyed admiration by the other privileged guests. [Scalps?] and Buffalo Bill reign in the very same rooms that a year or two ago were the temples of the sunflower and Oscar Wilde. After all, Buffalo Bill for [chores?].