Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-04-25
STOPPED BY A HIGHwAY-MAN.-

STOPPED BY HIGHWAY MAN.
The season in which the disciples of Claude
Duval, x-toed Pete, and the long list of illus
trious foot pads of former days, ply their un-
holy vocation, must be upon us. Not long
ago the reporter of the Virginia Chronicle was
made to ''stand and deliver in lonely spot
on the Gieser grade, and now-as though these
knights of the blunderbuss had acquired a
particular antipathy for the profession two
reporters for the TINES have been victimized.
1t happened thusly. We had dispatched two
of the most reliable quilts from our immense
reportorial corps ON a mission to Virginia City
to investigate very important matter which
the metropolitan reporters had only partially
worked up. They had completed the task and
at late hour in the night started on foot for
this city. ''The night was lovely" The lit
tie, twinkling stars, like diamonds in the
coronet of Nature, sparkled and-twinkled,
and--blinkled, and, and-hopped around
loose in the atmosphere! The balm-laden,
soul-soothing western zephyr gently breathed
its ecstatical perfumes in rapturous profu-
sion, as if-as if-well, aFi6! and fair, pale
faced Luna, the gilded goddess of sable Night,
arrayed in her silvery sheen of light, rode
highway up'-in the blue-vaulted firma-
ment, in her ud-proud-Luna-cy And
as we before remarked it was very fine eve
ming Full of care but free from guile as
young giraffe our reporters wendell their way
homeward; and as they neared the Plutonian
entrance to the comm onwealth of Lyon county
were extending mutual congratulations on the
successful events of the day, when. in an in
slant, dark figure rose up like the shadow of
Remorse directly in the path, and sepul-
chral voice commanded ''Halt, there!' Genius
was born twins, and both twins have regular
sit on tae TINES, and confronted the man
of blood. Brave, stalwart, and-dead broke,
what had they to fear from this solitary cru
S .der. To flee would have been placing the
seal of cowariiee upon the brow of the de-
parted Franklin, and, beside, who would
pect to run right up the side of that
canyon? There was but moment for rehec-
tion. The reporters Grmly grapsed their Fa-
bers, strobe defiantly toward the dark object,
and with arms nerved with steel or brass or
something, were about to crush the brigand
to the earth and go through his pockets when
the glistening barrel of seventeen-shooter
approached. Visions of home, childhood and
its innocent hours, fitted one by one over
Memory's carpeted halls. Pictures of two
lone graves by the wayside, sacred to the
memory of 1.-TWO reporters for the TIMES"
stood out and went upward with the flood
skeered by the dumb terror of DEVILS Gate.
"Who are your? said the bandit 'No-no-no-
bod-dyp stammered our fighting editor LET
me look upon your face" said the villain.
" Gaze thou upon this cheek" said our theat-
rical critic. He gazed. Il thought So said
the robber. 'We were also of the same opin-
ion" echoed the press. AS we said before, it
was fine evening, and as the hope of Lyon
county logged along home they wondered
how the Waterman of lower Gold Hill should
have mistaken our two innocent reporters for
old Buregard and Smokey, who appear to be
wanted by the municipality of Virginia.