Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-05-02
Captured by Telegraph.

ployed as night operator in the railroad
office at D., Iowa. The principal road
between Chicago and Council Bluffs runs
through D., and the great irregular
night trains, and the constant danger of
collision resulting therefrom, rendered the
position of night operator by no means an
easy one. Itmay be well to mention here,
as necessary to the following story, that
besides the railroad office, there was also
at D. business office of the Union
Company This we always spoke of as
the "down town" Office.
One stormy night, not far from II
o'clock, sat at my desk-and, for Won
der, idle. The wires had not called for
some time, and was leaning back in my
chair, listening to the wind outside and
rejecting on the loneliness of my situa-
ton. The Eastern train had crossed the
river more than an hour ago; all the de-
pot officials had gone off home, and, so far
as knew, was entirely alone in the vast
building.
Finally, tired of thinking, I picked up
the evening paper, and glanced listlessly
over its columns. Among other things
read the detailed account of a fearful
tragedy that had occurred fifty miles up
the river on the previous night. Three
raftsmen, well known as desperate char
acters in that vicinity, had entered the
cottage of one Matthews, a farmer living
in an isolated spot-had butchered the
farmer and his children, terribly maltreat-
ed his wife, and then departed as they
came, having taken with them whatever
plumber was handy. What interested me
most was full description of tho chief
of the villainous trio, Tim Lynch. Here
it is:
Five hundred dollars reward will be
paid for information leading to the cap
ture, dead or alive, of Tim Lynch, the
ringleader ofthe Matthewstragedy. Lynch
is remarkably large man, six feet four
inches in height, very heavy, and broad
across the shoulders. Eyes greenish gray,
with deep scar over the right one. Hair
why, black, and beard of same color
When last seen he was dressed in black
Kossuth hat, faded army overcoat, pants
of gray jean, and heavy boots. The above
reward will be paid to any one furnishing
positive information of his whereabouts.
Sheriff of County"
At the very instant finished reading
the advertisement, there occurred the most
remarkable coincidence that has ever come
under my observation. l heard a heavy
tread on the stair, and then the door OPEN
ed and there entered-Tim Lynch The
moment set my eyes upon him l recog-
nized him as perfectly as though had
known him all my life. The army over
coat, and gray pants tucked into the heavy
boots, the massive frame and shoulders,
the slouched hat pulled down over his
right eye to conceal was sure-the scar
above all, desperate, hunted look in his
forbidding CONFERENCE.-THE were not to
be mistaken. was as certain Of his
identity as though he had stepped forward,
pulled off his hat to show me the scar, and
told me his name.
To say that was not alarmed at this
sudden and unwelcome intrusion would
be untrue. l am not brave man, and
my present situation, alone in the depot
with hunted murderer, was byno means
reassuring. My heart beat violently, but
from mere force of habit arose and ask
ed him to be seated. While he turned to
comply, I succeeded in conquering my
agitation to some extent. He drew a chair
noiselessly forward, and sitting down
threw open his coat, displaying by so do
ing a heavy navy revolver stuck in his
belt Then he freed his mouth of guam
tity of tobacco juice, and spoke:
"Young Teller, he said motioning with
his head towards the battery, "that thar
macheen is what yer call a Telegram l
sposea''
g Well,'' answered with faint smile,
intended to be conciliatory, that's what
we send kilograms by"
"Wal, l want you to send a message to
friend O. mine out in Cohoe. l tell yer
aforehand I hain't got no collateral. But
l kinder guess you'd better trust me,
young feller." Here he laid his hand
significantly on his belt "I'll fetch it in
B ter morrow eff it's convenient"
FASTENED to say that tile charge could
- - we'll be paid at the other end by
hIs friend.
Umph Plaguey little you'll get o.
Jim, reckon. Howsumever, perceed -
"What is the message, and to whom is
1t to go Z" D0
II want you to tell Jim Fellers, of Co.
hoe, that the bull quit here las night, and
thcr sheep'll be close on his heels.''
A. he delivered this sentence he looked
at me as If he expected me to be mysti-
ned. But thought 1t best not to appear
SO, and said carelessly:
suppose you are dealer in stock,
and this is your partner All, sir, the
telegraph helps you fellows out of many
sharp bargain
"Ya'as, he answered, slowly, evidently
pleased with the way took it. "Ya'as,