The silver state. [volume] (Unionville, Nev.) 1870-1903, 1875-08-24
THE BAR-TENDER'S STRATA
GEM.
Getting Rid of Dead Reat-HOyy
an Unwe1cOme Guest was Dis
posed OF.

Getting Kid OF Dead Reat-HOw
an UnwelcOme Guest was Dis
posed OF.
A correspondent, who voucnes for its
truth, sends US the following:
Charley Doyle, who clerked at the
Carlin Hotel two or three years ago,
subsequently tended bar for Cham
berlin, at Reno. Charley was quite a
character in his way - fond of his
tod and practical joke. In the ex-
ecution of the latter he was good
might be considered a professor. At
one time there was a person stopping
ut the hotel; a man who never missed
meal and never paid a cent; was
always ready TO take "a drink when in
vlted, aud frequently prevailed on
Charley to stand treat. The host be-
gan to 'scour, and Charley knew he
must rid the house of the unwelcome
guest. He struck upon a plan with
out much deliberation; called his man
to one side, and with All honest ex-
preston in his face, said: I've got a
stiff. A what?' said Mr.. Bum. "A
stiff, tell you, said Charley. There
was man buried here to-day. who
requested before his d.nth that his
jewelry and other valuables should be
buried with him. His request was
complied with; and there lies the old
stiff in the cemetery with several hun
bred dollars in money and jewelry on
his person. 1t is shame that so
much money should be thrown away,
while there are so many poor cusses
who are in need of it, Charley asked
Mr.. B. to take drink, and resumed:
I'm going M there tonight to disin-
ter the body and get the valuables, and
l want help 1t is needless to say
that Mr.. B. fell into the trap instantly.
An understanding was arrived at as to
the division of the spoils, time of start
ing, tools, etc In the meantime Char
ley's confederates were informed;
eight or ten of them were to follow
with shotguns and pistols, and station
themselves about hundred yards
apart on the road leading to the ceme-
terry. Nine o'clock came, and Charley
and his friend, armed with shovels. left
the town stealthily and proceeded to the
quiet city of the dead. They soon
found the new-made mound and COM
menced operations = not singing and
throwing up skulls as the grave-diggers
in Hamlet did, but silently, without
word. They hadn't fairly raised per-
spiration, when q shot was fired in
close proximity. What's that?' said
Mr.. b. Charley gave q deep groen,
and fell heavily to the ground. oh,
I'm shot! I'm killed Mr.. B. drop
ped his spade, took full breath, and
started on the lope toward town. He
had not gone but a short distance when
another shot was fired from the road
side close to his heels. He gave a ter
rible spring, and fairly flew. Bang!
bang! bang! went the guns at intervals
of about half a minute, which was con-
elusive evidence to Charley on the
cemetery hill of the course Mr.. b. had
taken. He missed the bridge and went
spraw!ing into the Auburn Company's
mill-race. He scrambled out on the
other side, and inst as he reached the
embankment another shot was fired,
which set him going with renewed ex-
ertion toward town. He did not stop
there. He was last seen at Huffaker's
on his way to Steamboat Springs.
Chamberlain boarders lost a familiar
face, and his account was balanced by
profit and loss.