Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1882-12-13
AN A FEMALE,
She Attempts to Cowhide an T3diio

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Tho street in front of the Leader Office,
which adjoins the SENTINEL building, was
the scene of considerable commotion yes
terday afternoon about 5 o'clock. Crowds
of persons had rushed thither to see a
veritable sensation-the ~cowhiding Of an
editor by "a woman, an enrsged woman
seeking to redress a fancied wrong, occa-
stoned by the following publication in the
Leader the evening previous:
Major f. G.. Wilson, tho famous, has
struck Austin, and is working that live
burg on the Mutual Reserve Fund Life
Insurance Company. Evidently the Rev.
ellie has not devoted any too much of its
time to reading its exchanges, or it would
have dropped IN the Majors little racket.
We refer our friend, Mr.. Doten, to the
Laramie Boomerang, the New York Sun,
the SENTINEL, and last, but not least, to
the Leader, and then ask the second Oldest
paper in the State if it is not ''fiy" enough
to sit down upon the Major. We like
cheek and adamsntine gall, but the Major
suits us too well.
The woman alluded to represents her.
self to be the wife of "Major" f. G. Will
son. She arrived here about two weeks
ago, and has drawn some attention while
on the streets by the popularity of her
dress, and her robust physical appearance.
Late yesterday afternoon she accosted q
number of persons, and endeavored to find
a store where she could purchase a good
blacksnake whip ''to lick an editor with"
One of these parties directed her to Mr..
SioSs' harness shop OIL lower Main street,
and she struck out for the place like a
frigate under full sail. The matter be-
came noised about, and a friend
Of Mr.. Marsden's rushed up to
his Office and apprised him in
a breathless manner Of the approaching
hurricane. The gentleman had scarcely
recovered his breath when the door of the
Office opened and Mrs. Major" T. G. Will
son swept in with the dignity of a church
steeple. SIS the editor in, and can l see
him 2" she asked, in q tone OF voice that
made the devil in the rear room drop a
galley of matter. Il am the humble in
dividual who fills the capacious seat of
that much-abused member of the human
family" answered Mr.. Marsden, who had
quietly slid up to within kissing distance,
ready to embrace the form of over
towering loneliness, alongside Of whom he
oPDNNiSbl US iISiDiNSs to - 80 NHiNASi al
the jaws of an alligator. 81 have come
here to cowhide you within an inch of
your life," continued the gentle Mrs.
Wilson, her right hand agitating the
ample folds of her dress which her rounded
limbs swelled to balloon-like proportions.
"Well, madam. I suppose every editor is
required to pass through these correction
airy scenes. I am not an old hand at the
business, and when l saw MOBILES i'll
'Inserviews' I made up nay mind that
| would have to take q good lick
ing once a week ; but I hardly ex-
pected that such a lovely woman as
yourself would assume what is generally
supposed to be the duty of the sterner
/ love your SEX" What the
young Greeley was about to add was lost,
for Kate 1--WE presume that is her name)
suddenly jerked the blacksnake around
and brought it in contact with his legs.
Mr.. Marsden saw that the time for action
had arrived, and caught her arms and
ATTEMPTED to hold them, but the woman
not come to the editors sanctum for
a sentimental exhibition for the printers
and the public, who were gazing through
the windows. In her struggle to freeherself
from the death-like clutch of the Lilliput,
began to mop the floor with him,
banging him against the desk, bookcases
and walls until he felt like one of Sulli-
opponents who had stood four
rounds of hammering. It is difficult to
say what would have been the final issue
the combatants had not the fore
man and the devil put in an appear
on the scene and extricated the
chief of the establishment from his
em barrassing position. The woman
vas finally disarmed and elected from the
In the street she harangued the
crowd on the ~inhumanity of man. and
o volume Of refined language on
he young editors devoted head, closing
With the threat that the next time she
a fellow in a newspaper office she
be on terms of equality and put
through him. Mr.. Marsden has
he trophy of the victory in his Office,
which he has placed on the wall, under an
I'D motto, az Everything is possible for
hose who wait" Below the whip has
,een inscribed; ''To the %viotors belong
he spoils."