Arizona weekly enterprise., 1890-12-20
Ar;zuna Enterprise.
FLORENCE, - DECEMBER 20, 1890
Miss Nobody of Nowhere.

Oh biAC Noeth n AohCASNC by Nana's band of Apache. Pete, Will oughby's ranch foreman manages to es- cape, although bodily wounded and saves Willoughb'y daughter, little girl, and are discovered on the banks of the Gila box canon, by sheriff Garvey of Silver City:
 By the etarnalr' cries Garvey, eff it ain't Peter
 In a moment they are all about the prostrate cowboy, who is just breathing. One of them, local practitioner from Silver City, who has volunteered to come as doctor with the party, makes hurried examination.
 Wal, Doc, what's the chances?" asks the sheriff anxiously.
 The young medical man shakes bis head
 Has he passed in his chips?" queries the leader.
 Not yet-but he's going to-
 Not if can help it, young sawbones," cries Garvey. Put the divine fluid in side him. Whiskey's the best antidote for snake pizens, Injin bullets, and all other kinds of disease. Fill him with whiskey, bulletholes and all"
 The doctor does as he is told, and Pete after time partially revives. though still delirious and incapable of giving any ac- count of the affair.
 Meantime others of the band, in their homely but kindly Western way, have at tended to the little girls wants; and con- forted by something to eat. Flossie gives them her childish version of what had taken place
 Adding their experience to the child's information. they all become impressed with the fight that Pete has made to save the little girl, and Garvey, who is proud of his Eastern protege. remarks, gazing with eyes that are susp;ciously moist at the form of the young man who is writh- ing in delirium upon pile of blankets hastily thrown on the ground, Pete wal the grittiest tendertoot l ever seed. II | he pulls through I'll make man of him even though he comes from Mass s'chusitts place whar I'm told they breed philan ! thropodists."
 | What arc theyy" asks the young doc tor, with sheer on his face at Garvey'i vocabulary.
 "Philanthropodists young man." re | marks Garvey oracularly, "are cusse that love Injuns. And bv the soul O ! Sam Houston, when 1 think of yester iay'a divilments. l feel like scalpini every philanthropodist in tue countryF'
 "There's lot of them down at Lords burg uow," says one of the party Ray mond excursioners going to California heard 'em in their Pullman car talkinI about the outrage of sending troops at ter the poor Apaches."
 1.-The divil, you sayr'
 "Yes, they were expressing their idea on the cruelty of murdering Injins."
 "Murdering Injinsr cried Garvey "next thing we'll hear of assassinatin rattlesnakes. Them philanthropodists ar at Lordsdurg now?"
 "Yes; the'll hardly git away from tha for another day or two-the tracks bee washed out by cloudbursts ahead ( 'em."
 At this news Mr. Garvey rolls his eye in meditation, but moment after az tounds his followers by giving trement ous Hoop! Ki-Yir'
 What's struck you, Cap?" says h lieutenant.
 "Nothin but an idea" returns the she if. Then he orders them to take th bodies to Lordsburg to have them il quested there.
 Some of his followers rather damur this, saying that Oomming's ranch is Arizona, and it'll be against the law. ] "Agin the law" cries Garvey. 'Tru . we found them ar bodies m Arizona, bl '!ein't far to the line, and what's to prov they weren't shot in our territory? B sides, I'm Breckenridge Garyey, u sheriff of Grant county, New Mexico, al ]. I'm going to have in. in the town : Lordsburg, in my jurisdiction. an inque that will make philanthropodists shal 1 in their boots and be writ abous in b [ type by the newspapers"
 No one answers MT. Garvey, for the is 8 very wild look in his steel grey ey and very earnest tone in his hear western voice
 His orders are obeyed, and some takil charge of Eete and the little girl, VI [ clings to her erstwhile protector, al begs not to be taken from dear Mir. Pet they retrace their way to CommInS
 ranch; from which place they bring
 bodies of Captain Willoughby and i, wife, together with those of two unft
 tunate herders found killed farther
 the valley. Then making long nig ride of it, for 1t is cooler travelling q
 Garvey seems in great hurry, they D; e York's and George Cutters and fordi
 tue river at Carrolfs gin-mill, they col
 out on the great plains, and passing - ten mile mounds. they get into Lordsbu
 early in the morning to find the Pullm
 car with its Raymond excursionists S
 waiting the train despatcher's orders.
 Seeing this the sheriff mutters stern
 i've got 'emlr' Then turns and h
 riedly asks, "Is Hank Johnston in towI
 and receiving an answer that that you . frontier lawyer is even now i'll the Orm; \. ] House, he bolts upstairs to find
 Johnston in the act of dressing.
 In his bedroom they have an anima
 ten minutes interview and discuss one
 two law points. Garvey leaving his le . adviser with this significant remark you do this business right cute, Ha LII it'll put you into congress next elect III sartin as you're out of it nowr ]
 You won't have long to wait for
 inquest" remarks the man.
 As he speaks, such masculine, excli
 ations of surprise, indignation, and
 TOT, mingled with one or two small l.screi Al from women, come from the Pullman M nearest to them that Arthur cries Good heavens, what's that?'
 That" says the deputy sheriff. vii
 curious look on his face, ''is MT. Gar
 serving his subpoenaes on the phi
 thropists and rounding them up for his 1 oner's jury, the Raymond excursionist U. In this he is perfectly right. At p . ent great scene is taking place in
 interior of the Pullman esf. The sleeper, which is rather sha and road worn, is crowded by a lot of cursionists whom the energetic Raym has lured by promise of cheap tri the Pacific slope from their native hat ill New England.
 They have just got out of their nar n shell into the great west and don't N, it's course on the Indian question.
 bued with true philapthropic ignora -- accepting that half-truth that the sa' has all the wrongs on his side and settler and pioneer have none; never
 ing seen the noble red man on bis nG
 soil, they know not his debauchery - worthlessness, his cruelty-they are D, even aware that no man who has
 known the Indian as he really is, '
 wicked and lazy, thinks there are
 good Indians but dead Indians. ? And now cooped up for three bur G' days in this little railroad station oI q Gila plateau, they have struck the In