The Arizona champion., 1891-02-21
A Story of the Early Days of
 Staging.
SHIPPING BULLION IN MOLaSSES.
A MilliOnaire's Son Traced by Vince
 Mark on an 0VercOat.


 schemes for outwitting the road agents than you ever heard of He sent treasure in sacks of potatoes, which were loaded on prairie schooners, and even the drivers never suspected that they were carrying anything more valuable than potatoes. have known him to drop bar of bullion into a cask of molasses and send it through safely, when he knew the agents were watching for it. It was Cannon who thought of sending shotgun mes sengers on the stages, and he made them carry their guns with the muzzles rest ing on their toes, so that they didn't dare to fall asleep. He broke up stage rob ping as a branch of the general mer- chandise business by making it too risky.
 A RECKLESS RIDE.
 "While I was keeping a saloon in Vir- ginia City, Glenn Lee and three other fel- lows, whose names have slipped my memory, came into the camp and started big faro game close to my place. They had S20,000 in the drawer, and think they had got hold of the coin by holding up stage. They did big business and were making plenty of money.
 'It was the custom then to close up the games at 12 o'clock on Sunday night Clem and one of his partners came to me and asked me to mix them up two bottles of cocktails. He wanted them in champagne bottles and had the labels scratched off. wondered what all that meant, and found out later. also mo- ticed that Clem Lee had borrowed a light overcoat from Charlie Dexter.
 "As soon as their place was closed, Clem and his partner mounted their horses on B street and rode out of town. Clem was riding horse that he hired from the chief of police. All the ami mals were good, and as soon as they were out of town they had a chance to show their speed. The four horsemen spurred down the Geiger grade in the darkness at terrific rate. If you have been over that road, you krow what a gallop down the grade on a dark night means. It is a steep and winding road through the mountains. The turns are sharp and, where it runs through Dead Mans Gulch, a slip over the edge would send horse and rider to kingdom come in no time.
 ''The four gamblers flew over that road to Washoe faster than anybody ever went before, and made the thirty four miles in less time than would dare to tell. At Washoe they had four good horses staked out, and it did not take them long to shift saddles, try my cock tails, mount and start off again. They knew what they were after, and they did not miscalculate time or distance.
 "In those days the stage companies had good stock, and when the Reno stage came along six horses were making it spin. Four men sprang into the road, and one of them shouted to the driver to stop. The driver could not pull up short, and the men had barely time to spring aside and avoid the wheels. Clem Lee leveled his revolver and fired, and one of the leaders fell dead. The other horses tumbled over the one that was down, and the stage was stopped, but not before deputy sheriff on the box had pulled gun and sent ball through Clem's partner, Dick.
 THE MARK ON CLEM'S COAT.
 ''The passengers were ordered out and ranged in line, the driver threw down the box, and while the plunder was be- ing gathered up one of the robbers said to the disarmed deputy sheriff: T think we ought to kill you, my friend Clem Lee interfered and said: No; there's been enough bloodshed. Let him alone The stage was put to rights, everybody got aboard, and it was driven away, covered while in sight by the robbers guns.
 "The three gamblers buried their dead pal, but where they dug his grave mo- body knows. Then they mounted their horses, rode at desperate speed back to Washoe, changed horses there and pushed on up the Geiger grade to Vir- ginia City, where they arrived at 9 o'clock in the morning and immediately went to bed. They felt pretty safe, as nobody would suspect them of having made such trip in so short time. They could not have made it without relay of horses, and even then they had to ride like devils.
 ''But there was one little circumstance that was insignificant in appearance and fatal in fact. When Glenn Lee sprang aside to avoid the stage he raised his right arm and covered the driver with his pistol. The forward wheel of the coach grazed the under side of his arm and ground into the sleeve a streak of mud that nothing could wipe out. A lady in the coach was looking cut of the window, and as the coach passed Lee she saw the mark made by the wheel on his coat sleeve. "When she reached Virginia City, and, with the other passengers, was questioned by Cannon, she said: Look for man with a wheel mark on the sleeve of his light overcoat. That mark was made by a rapidly turning wheel, and no brush ever was made that will take it out "Gaunon strolled up c street, and Charlie Dexter came along with his light overcoat on. Cannon glanced at his sleeve, saw the wheel mark and gathered him in. Of course, it didn't take Dexter long to remember who had his coat on the night of the robbery, and the three gamblers were captured and sent Go prison. One of them q shan say which, was the son of a famous philanthropic millionaire of Washing ton."-New York Star.
 The Ruling Passion. An old Yale halfback was in a rail road accident a year or two ago, and