The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1886-12-11
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REVOLVER

Full Particulars of the Ghsstly Attemp
Upon our Life.
Last Tuesday night, about half past
2 o'clock, A. NJ, as The Record man
was quietly wending his way home
ward in the soft, translucent moonlight
from club meeting at Peter Boswick' $
wellknown and highly popular place OF
resort, he was suddenly attacked on the
northwest corner of Broadway and
Squaw alley by an unknown man seven
feet tall, and weighing in tho dim moon
light something over throo hundred
pounds! He held big revolver in one
hand and a horrible knife in the other
Hs commanded us to throw up our
hands. We instantly obeyed. Natur-
ally, as our readers know from the var
ious articles we have from tins to time
written against scheming and soul
less monopoly, the Record man is brave
brave even unto rsshnesE-and in this
awful situation our courage did not de-
sert us. Where other men would likely
have lost their wits, We remained COM
parativsly calm, and conducted the in
terview III our usual digni6ed and i'm
pressive manner. Bat the herculean
proportions OF our Midnight Adversary
struck us with momentary awe quite
natural under the circumstances, ard
We threw up our hands, while q cold
danny oozs burst from our pallid'
brow; the result of the sudden change
OF temperature from Bcswick's 10 the
open air. For an instant we thought
that our last moment had come, and in
voluntarily murmured prayer taught
US in innocent childhood, but seldom
brought into requisition since then. As
the last note of the melancholy refrain
died away in our nerveless heart, and
while yet our piercing eye was staring
down into the glittering barrel ef the
OF the deadly weapon il vain, though
heroic. ate mpt to SEQ il it was loaded,
the black-hearted william spake;
'Are you the editor OF Tho RecordP"
he asked, in voice which struck us as
emanating from the tomb.
Il am" we replied tn tone render
ed thick and husky by our emotions.
"but am just as sorry of it as you can
possibly be. Subscription price So"
81 am delegated to kill you" no in
corrupted, ia the samo cold, relentless
voice. You wrote up that fight at
Gun Cotton and tried to be funny. For
this you must die! Are you prepared to
meet your makerP"
We replied that little more time
would be acceptable. That there were
still several subscribers in arrears, and
If 1t was just the same TO him, we would
gladly postpone tho festivities. We
spoke in light, bantering way-a
manner familiar to all our intimate
friends-in order to gain time, and sat
isfy ourself that the revolver was really
loaded.
Away with such nonsenser' yelled
the Midnight Assassin. (rhere are base
soulr who cannot appreciate the most
innocent of humor) Now diei'
Tbs supreme moment had comet |
tlideous Death awaited US around the
corner! We heard him cock the deadly
weapon! We saw all this with falling
eyes-;he hideous iirearm, and the aw-
ful blood-curdling knife-and The Rec
ord man still lives Instead of shooting
us as he might have done, the Demon
Sprang upon us and struck us stnn-
ming blow fun in tho face. We fell into
the ditch. half full OF mud and water,
(the commissioners should have this
hing attended to at once. 1t. is d burn
rg disgrace to our fair city, and know
40 more The Assassin, evidently I'M
Ter the impression that he had slain US,
eft before completing his hellish work,
out we DIE HARD.i
Next morning we wero foand in an
nsensible condition by two Of cur sui