Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1884-05-23
ADVENTURE.
Attempt 10 Stand n Miner Up I'm
broad Daylight.

Broad Daylight.
Information with regard to q remarka-
BILE affair which occurred eight days ago
came to the knowledge of a SENTINEL re-
porter only yesterday, for the reason that
the principal party concerned kept the
matter quiet until interviewed. On the
day named, about 10 O'Clock in the morn
ing, Charles E. Addison started to walk
to the Silver Lick mine, in which he is
tributing. His habit is to go out to the
mine in the morning and return home
every evening. On the 18th inst. he had
been detained and did not leave town as
early as usual by several hours. He had
gone out of the head Of Clark street and
had passed along IN the trail to the mine
beyond Bill Mathews lime kiln, which is
on the western slope of the hill Just out Of
town. He had got about 60 feet below the
kiln when he heard somebody behind him
exclaim: "Hellol therel' as If to attract
his attention. He turned around to see
who it was hailing him and saw q man
standing by the lime kiln on the lower
side Of it. Addison had passed on the
trail above it, and, Of course, had not seen
the stranger, al the kiln ia something like
Is feet high. AS he turned, the man who
hailed him said. "Put up your hands!" The
only reply he got was an expression of con-
tempt such as men sometimes use, but such
as is never printed in a family newspaper.
The order, put up your hands was re-
peated, when Addison, thinking the whole
matter either a very practical joke, or else
that IN escaped lunatic wanted TO carry
out q mania by going through the form of
robbing him, answered: "Oh, you go
TO-" With that the singular footpad
whipped out q pistol, and before Addison
had time TO make up his mind what the
game was, he aimed the weapon and pulled
the trigger. He did not handle his gun as
though he was used to firearms, for, as he
pulled, he threw bis head back and shut
his eyes. Fortunately the cap snapped and
the pistol missed fire. At this juncture,
Addison being unarmed, except with his
miners lunch-bucket, which did not seem
available to him then, struck out down
the trail, somewhat apprehensive lest at
next trial, the remarkable h~ighwayman
might get his pistol off and accidentally
hit him. Therefore, without form or cere-
mony. he gave himself wholly over to his
legs, which, in a few seconds, added health
fully to the space between him and the
man who was practicing with the pistol.
The energy he thus put forth in accelerat-
ing his speed towards his original destina-
ton, the Silver Lick mine, reduced the
chances OF his death. and, perhaps, saved
his life; for the footpad fired at him twice
at long range. How near the shots came
to him, Addison does not know, as he did
not hear them strike. He kept on to the
mine lat reduced speed and did not re-
turn to Eureka until his usual hour In the
evening, when he took q passear around
town, going from place to place, in the
hope that he might encounter his strange
acquaintance Of the morning and find out
what he meant by such behavior. il moth
ing more. He would have come back at
once, he says, but he was in q hurry TO get
to his sspitch," as business of importance
required his immediate attention there.
He has gone the rounds every night since
in quest OF his lime kiln friend, but his
search has been, thus far, fruitless. There
is q man in town whom he suspected Of
being the person, both on account Of his
personal appearance and his precarious
method Of getting q livelihood; but, on
getting near this fellow and taking q good
look st him, he found that he was mis-
taken.
While the brief conversation reported
above was going on between himself and
the-man-afraid of his-pistol, he took q good,
| square look Ut him, and he describes him
as follows: A small man, about medium
hight and Of rather slender build. smooth
faced and light-complexioned. He wore 9
black felt hat, a gray, miners shirt, no
coat, and blue overalls inside of his boots.
These are substantially the facts as we get
them from Mr.. Addison himself. Readers
may speculate as well as our guild nunc
can, as TO who the would-be footpad is and
what his purpose was. The incident shows
that we probably have some rogues in Eu-
reka who, rather than drudge, as they
ought to do, for their bread and meat, will
lie in wait for honest, hard-workipg men
to get q dollar or two of their earnings by
highway robbery, supplemented, if need
be, by murder. The fellow, who ever he
is, that attacked Mr.. Addison, in our opin-
ion, is one of that sort. II we had any
crazy men going around loose. we might
suspect one OF them; but our insane have
all been sent to Reno. Besides, there was
too much method in our footpsd's msdness
for him to be considered a Base Range lun-
ATTIC. If we have such q mailman in our
midst, however, it might not be q bad idea
to look him up and ship him off to the
Asylum.
A FrightfuI Death.
Reno Gazette: About 8 O'Clock Saturday
| evening Daniel Malloy, a miner from Vir-