Arizona weekly enterprise., 1890-12-20

I'm simply going to bag It Tor the coroner's jury. l got supenees for every man of ye," says Garvey in low | but determined voice, and he reads them out: Asa Doe Bullock, Hiram Roe Ell kins, John Doe, Richard Roe, etc, etc" and forces a legal document into the | trembling hands of each one Of the men; for he has long, black murderous look ing revolver in the other that makes one of the women shriek, Hes road agent! and fall on her keeeS to him.
 My dear madam" says Mr. Garvey; he has learned this form of address among ! the creoles when boy and always uses it in cases of extreme politeness. "Ladles and children are always safer for Brick Garvey's being round; so IS tenderfoots; but these men heah don't know that the law permits coroner to git his jury whar he can find 'em, and they are going into that room to furnish verdict on the men and women murdered by their Apache friends, and that ar verdict Is going to be in accord with the facts Of the case, or the Lord have mercy on the juries' soulsr'
 Yell march in ahead of me gints," he says. 'or there'll be more inquests this morning." One or two of them hesitated, but he calls out, II war given this medal by the Texas legislature for killing h. iuns, and I'd like duplicate of it from the New Mexico one for laying out. their sympathizersT
 Looking at him the men of the Ray mond party see death in his face, and without word leave the car; and follow ed by Garvey. who keeps awful eyes on them, they are promptly sworn as jury men by an energetic young coroner.
 The women of the party. filled partly with indignation, party with curiosity, and most of them wholly with sorrow, for up to this time they had not heard of the death of any whites, and had, with kind of moral atrophy, imagined that the Indians were the only sufferers, followed after.
 The lady from the other Pullman car has just walked to the local post office and inquired if the postmaster can give her the address of a gentleman living in | the neighborhood named Philip Everett. | Not gaining the information she de- ! sires and seeing the throng pass h to the coroneps investigation, she follows, and finds herself gazing on sight that holds
 her partly h horror, and partly Ii sym | pathy.
 Seated on one side of the room are the
 excarsionists empanellel as jurors; beside them Mr. Garvey; in front of them the coroner; around the sides of the room,
 some of the men smoking, some chewing, i some of the women flaming themselves,
 are the adult population of Lordshurg,
 mixed with cowboys from the peighbQr-
 ing plains; miners from the adjacent
 mountains, some of Smyth X Bahcook'E
 teamsters, and few railroad hands ano
 colored porters from the cars now de
 tained upon the tracks.
 Most of them are in their shirt sleeve:
 or dusters, the sun being scorchlng hot
 Silence Is upon them all. Their eyes are
 turned toward a little platform made
 with rough boards.
 Upon this dais are six quiet forms, eacl
 covered with an ample white sheet; for tC
 the victims Garvey's party have brough
 in have been added the bodies of som capitalists and mining experts. who, hay ing come to this country to examine ana
 buy a silver mine, have been ambusheC : by Nana's braves and shot down. as, un ! conscious of danger, they rode chattin! and laughing along the trail.
 So the murdered lie, similar and equa ; in death, save that few wild flowers : gleaned from beside some irrigatini . ditch, and placed by tender hands ypol
 the dead English lady, show that she } of the sex they honor and reverence il
 the far west more highly and more ter derly than in any other land on thi earth
 A little to the side of these white form
 are the witnesses, one sunburnt cavalry ) man from Hatch's troopers, and anon them sits Arthur Willoughby, holding o
 h;5 knee his little orphan niece, who ha ! tears in her eyes for she knows she Is t ! the presence of her dead mother e In front of all this, his eyes flashing - his 7eice raised in inspired cratory, e Hank Johnston; he knows the Gppol d tunity of his lifetime has come to hil T and he is going to use it. For this mal It like poor Frank Tilford of Californi e was one of the few men in the West wi 2 still held that almost forgotten but mag
 art of oratory, the last exponent of u e subtitle power by which Webster ar s Clay, and Douglas and Prentice swaye J mems souls.
 No man who hears and sees Han g Johpston this day ever forgets the bur 10 ing eloquenGe of his words or the viv d pathos of his gestures.
 T, He addresses himself entirely to the e s cursionists; he knows no words can pal le a picture to the New Mexican or Arizol IS pioneer equal to the horror of his own e T. penences. lie tells these sight-see ID from the East of the awful life of m lt who exist with the apprehension of SUI Id den and cruel death always hanging ov ss them as they pursue their daily vocatio lg of peaceful indGstry-of the moth ne shuddering for her offspring who h ne been borne into captivity-of the hr rg band reaching home at night from m cattle range or his mine to find the w Ill of his bosom murdered and bis ohildr
 slain and multilated amid the smould y, ing ashes of his frontier home. " IT. who call yourselves philanthropists," cries, have graspel that mental will ng the wisp'--a half truth. You have sy by pathized with the Indians wrongs. N IF. behold his vengeance-on the innocen
 and he lifts up the covering from ed dead.
 or At the awful sight thrill of horl gal comes over the assemblage, and ArtE If Willoughby turns his face away a lk, buries it iii his hands, and many oth on look down.
 Then Garvey says in quiet but dea ly voice, "The jury will now inspect ne bodies" and forces every man of them
 gaze upon the work of the Apache. m- And they do so with horror in tE or shuddering faces, while some of the ms men come and bend oyer the dead D gar fish lady and weep for her and pray ut, her. And to women's tears now ado
 those of mon, for little Flossie sudde cries out, Let me pray, too, for my dt 7ey dear mother who kissed me yesterd ln- but now is-in heavenw and throws 1 or self beside the dead face that seems x, smile on her.
 es- This gives the lawyer an inspirati the He says quietly: What would my wo be to the eloquence of this child. 'by shall tell you of her own bereavement ex-- So they swear the little thing, Gar 'nd in choking voice speaking the sole to words to her, and holding a worn nts Bible for her rosy lips to kiss.
 Standing up she gives her testimon. 'ow childish pathos and baby voice; and ike how her darling mother, and her ( I'm father she had come alt he way from E nee, land to kiss, had been "shooted and age ed" and how brave Mir. Peter had sa the her from the bad dark man; and she ( lav- him to be kind to hsr now, tive But you have your uncle, Flossit hls protect and love you" mutters Art not Willoughby, his dark eyes turned on yer child as if he had great and potent lld, for her.