Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1882-07-06
THE lX.sHOOTE
Terrible Fourth Of July Wind Up
Oh Ruby Hill.

: Shortly after midnight OF the Fourth Of
July one of those deplorable shooting
scrapes occurred on Ruby Hill-such
shooting scrapes as are not sufficiently
legislated against and which do not meet
with that degree of public condemnation
which their Nervousness calls forth. W.
J. Penrose, a constable, undertook to in
duce q drunken scoundrel named Jack
Weyburn to go home. Mr.. Penrose said
he spoke to him as kindly as he would
have addressed a brother. The man
offered some resistance, when Penrose in
sisted upon his going, and took hold Of
him to put him out of Mutfatt's saloon,
where he was making a nuisance of him.
self. just how the shooting took place we
are not able to state. 1t is enough to
know that the wretch Weyburn, who had
been making the rounds Of the saloons,
out of one of which he had been forcibly
elected earlier in the night, saying that he
was going to kill somebody before morn
ing, shot the peace officer who was trying
to discharge his duty with only such vio-
lence as was necessary. Weyburn is a
Welshman and a miner. Nobody seems
to know much about him. He has
disappeared. There is a reward of $500 Of
fered for his apprehension. The fugitive's
disappearance was remarkably sudden.
He cannot be found. 1t is surmised that
friends Of his on the Hill are secreting him.
1t is hard to blame friends for sheltering a
friend, but in this case it does seem that
they are snatching a cowardly scoundrel
from justice and depriving the law of the
land of its just and proper retribution. 1t
is sincerely to be hoped that Weyburn will
be soon caught and tried. II he is guilty,
he can be hanged too quick.
Penrose, the unfortunate victim of the
pistol in this case, is well known here. He
has many friends. He is a big-hearted,
generous follow. Until stricken down by
the towards bullet he was full of manly
life, as b~uoyant and cheerful as a boy. 1t
was @ sad visit our reporter, a friend OF
his, made to Penrose's bedside yesterday.
1t seemed a foul and execrable deed that
every word he uttered should cause him
pain; that every breath should make him
aware of the murderous lead that the
drunken assassin had pumped into his
! vitals with a six-shooter. The poor fellow
may live. God grant that he may. His
wife, who is on a visit East, has been tele-
graphed for on the advice of his attending
physicians, DR.. Roth and DR.. Thoma. The
ball entered his chest from the right side.
1t cut his lung, as is evident from his
splitting blood when he coughs. The doc
tors say if the ball becomes infested he
will live; il it does not, he will die. The
crisis will be reached probably not before
tomorrow. Penrose is a man of fine ply
sique and splendid nerve. These qualities
often enable a man to pull through a dan
gerous illness. We believe that if bodily
endurance and pluck will save a man,
Penrose will live. His friends should be
very careful. In their great zeal they
should not forget that much may depend
upon the patients being allowed to rest
and not be made nervous with too much
company. For his sake, and theirs, too,
let them keep away from the sick man two
or three days, anyway, and in the mean
while be hopeful and look for the best.