The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-07-07
CALAMITY JANE"
Her unannogEced Call al The Leader Office
An Editor euIi-oessd.

The city editor was at his desk. The
Office thermometer was away up In the
nineties and the c. e., Invested Of al!
superluous clothing, his hair tumbling
upon his Uranium like angry wave
crests on q stormy sea, was spelling
paper in a vain effort TO stop the I'M
ceasing yell of ''copee." Outside all
was calm, hot and unpleasant. The
July sun poured down its torrid rays
upon rich and poor alike, and away up
the street the chatter of Murrin's
knocking bird vas family heard.
A heavy football was heard on the
stair. Up it came, slowly but surely,
until, on reaching the tep, there was a
moment of hesitation. Then the heavy
football was heard again, each one
nearer, clearer, louder than before,
until a presence stood In the sanctum
6oor-a presence at once awful and
ludicrous.
The perspiring man at the desk
wrote on, never raising his head,
needing the ominous presence.
Outside, in the back alley, a small
boy was tying a tin can to a cur's tail,
while q cross-eyed female leaned over a
fence and gossipped with 3 red-haired,
slatternly girl.
Suddenly the presence in the door
bounded forward, sprang over a chair,
sat down, and in a sepulchral falsetto
voice spoke, saying:
Il nm here"
Outside, the boy having fastened the
tin can to the CANNES caudal appen-
dage, released the poor animal, and it
shot into the street, passing under the
heels of u team, which broke loose and
ran away. The cross-eyed woman and
the red-haired girl shrieked and ran
home, people ON the street yelled
whoa !" and the combined racket
aroused the editor from his ~engrossing
labors. He raised his head ard beheld
q not homely female, clad in n cavalry
uniform, with q big bull-whip in her
hand, a leer in her eye and gin in her
breath, who frowned and was silent.
The hair of the editor rose, great
beads Of sweat stood out on his brow,
his knees shook and his teeth chartered.
He cast a despairing glance into the
back yard. and saw that death or seri-
Gus injury would result from q leap.
The female militaire moved her chair
into the doorway and sat down In it
again. The editor family murmured:
GLOW do you dor What can I do
for your"
The visitor replied: IT want to see
the fighting editor. 1 am Calamity
Jane. I'm just in from the Black
Hills. Be you the fighting editor ?"
And she cracked her whip at a big fly
on the ceiling, hitting it in the left ear
and knocking it out of time.
lies out,'' was the reply. "I'Il
call him." And the editor climbed
upon 4 convenient desk, sprang through
the skylight, ran nimbly across ada
cent roofs, jumped through another
skylight and hid in 4 friends Office.
Half an hour later he returned to
the sanctum, which WA in complete
confusion. Tables, chairs, desks and
books were piled up in every outland-
ish shape conceivable. A note was
tackled to the door, which had been
written by the devil, who dropped in
for copy, and vas pressed into service
by Calamity Jane to write 1t. 1t said:
"Print In THE LEADER that Calam-
ity Jane, the child of the regiment and
pioneer white woman of the Black
Hills Is in Cheyenne, or I'll scalp you,
skin you alive, and hang you toa tele-
graph pole. You hear mt, and don't
you forget it. CALAMITY JANE"
There is a vacant chair in our sane
tum. The city editor has gone to
Borneo.