[Froni tho Black Hills Eiitcrprisc] A tragic denoiiement to a petty quarrel was an event of Sunday. In our issuo of that day, it will bo remcmbered, we hronicled tlio arrest and iinprisonmont f Mrs. Lovell, who, as a desperado and a hard case generally, lias figured conspicuously in the Pólice Court and elsewhere during the year. Her house stands at the north sido of tho road running down tho gulch, and upon the hillside, immediately in rear thereof, upon disputed ground, tho residence of S. J. Rogers, access to which is had through the lot of Mrs. Lovell. Ill-feeling has existed between the old Amazon and Mr. Rogers for a long time, and on Saturday she was arrostod for uttering threats, but was subsequently released upon bail. Tlie tragedy that followed was witnessed by Deputy Sheriff Bennett, whose literal report thereof is as follows : I was sitting in the front room of Mr. Rogers' cabin, where I board, at halfpast 1, when Rogers returned f rom up town and threw off his coat. At this moment I saw Mrs. Lovell leave her house and start up the hill. I said to Rogers, "Here comes the old woman." She came up the path about one-third of the way, where she met the old man wlio lives at her house, when she stopped, spoke to him, and turned him back toward us, both advancing about half way up, at whieh point the old man turned and came diagonally toward the house, the old woman approaching by the direct trail. When she got about two-thirds of the way she stopped and took a six-shooter from beneath her apron and examined it. I said to Johnnie, "I guess she is going to fix the fence." She was on the porch at this time. Instead of stopping where the fence should stand she came on toward the house. As she did so I went into the front room, Johnnie said : " I guess she is coming right into the house; she's got a cocked revolver in her hand." He came into the room, apparently to avoid her, and said ; " Am I to stand and be killed in my own house by this woman?" and passed into the back room, where he secured a revolver, and returned, conversing with me all the while about the precautiöns he had taken to prevent trouble with her. He stepped to the front door nul sat down on the inside, where he continued tho eonversation with me and his wife. The old woman had quietly moved up to the front door, and, stepping partially inside, leaned against the jamb, and eyed me as if to satisfy herself that I was unarmed, when, without a word of warning, she quickly thrust tho pistol against Rogers' loft breast, fired, and jumped off the porch. Rogers sprong to his feet and struck at her with his pistol but missed her, when he passed out to the porch a step or two, firiug his revolver. Five shots were fired at the woman as she ran down the hill, oalling to the old man to shoot, or not to shoot, can't say which. The third shot, I think, took ■ effect, and the woman feil. Rogers staggered into the room, dropped his pistol and. exclaiming, " She's done for me," lay down on the lounge. I ran up town after the doctor, passing Mrs. Lovell on the trail. "When I returned she was not to be seen. Mrs. Lovell was carried to her house, where she lingered in an unconscious condition for an hour, when death ensued. The ballet entered the head from the rear, traversed tho brain, and lodged beneath the right eye. An inquest subsequently held completely exonerates Mr. Rogers; the latter was seriously, but not fatally, injured, the ball entering at the left side below tho heart, taking a downward course and traversing the body, lodging on the right side. He is 28 years of age, a native of Emingport, Can., and was for several years employed as bookkeeper in Plattsburg, N. Y., where, seven years ago, he mar- ried. He. has resided in the Hills for the past eighteen months.