Arizona weekly citizen., 1892-05-21
TUCSON'S BEST SHOT! '0f Course 1 Killed Him!" Tt was not Necessary for lie to Wait for Him to
 Come Down.

IL was about year ago in a little town at the foot of Mount Ben Nevis, in Pima county. It was death shot. I: was by the delicate hand of the fair huntress of the Quijotoas. She dId it like soldier. She brought him down at arms length from the dizzy height to which he had ascended. She sent the leaden missile through hIs reeling brain. She was a better marksman than the "crack shots of Tucson" as ex- emplified in their pigeon exercise" at Silver Lake. She would discount and give them ten in game of twelve. She would scorn to break a wing, while there was a head upon the bird. She would disdain to use a shotgun while 8 rifle was within her reach.
 It was under a cloudless and sultry sky. The sun had an hour, or more, be- fore, passed his high noon, and was now pouring down his 110 degrees of heat. The then Postmaster of Quijotoa, who still delights in the "sobriauet" of Steve" was leading us up the steep grade of the main street of that noun tain village to bis dwelling, where his sweet spouse had prepared an elegant luncheon, and when within about a hundred yards of the house our atten- ton was attracted by a wild and fearful cackling ln and near the chicken house. At the same moment a lady appeared upon the veranda with a rife in hand, and with critical vision scanned the clear blue vault above. With the celer- ity of an army at double quick" she raised her rifle at "arms leEgth' and fired, then turned and disappeared within. From the sky above came a rustling sound. Some two hundred yards or more above OUT heads, and on the downward swoop, there came, wheeling, whiZzing, and turning, and tumbling. in the agony of death, feath- cred monster of the skles. Down and down he came, at last with a thug upon the solid earth. The bullet had pearc- ed his brain In the near regIon of bis distended eyes, and he now lay dying close to the poultry house, on which he had fixed his gaze for a chicken feast He was noble specimen of the forest brood. His slayer full we'll knew his fate. When We entered her parlor few moments later, she sat rocking as un- concerned as though nothing extraor- dinary had happened. When told the result of her unerring shot, she merely remarked: ''Of course, killed him. and it was not necessary for me to wait for him to come down." If you "Tuc- son crack shots" would like to try your doubtful skill with this artful gunner, call on Steve" for the permission, for she is no other than said Postm8ster's wife, !(nee Mable StraOuss,) now resident in Tucson.
 Her game was a magnificent speci- men of the clouds; like unto the "phan- tom steed" and bore the eagle eye of the St. Michael of Milt Aldridge. It had been the terror of slow plodding chick CTS in the past. It had skinned the azure heights on restless wing until the fatal shot had not only marred, but had ended its proud and vain existence. The Aldridge steed had been slow in comparison with its rapid and alert movements. It had been the St. Mi chael of the clouds. The Harrison "Pig- con tournament" produced none fleet of wing as this, Boss Aermotor" of the skies. And yet the unerring huntress of MountiBen Nevis from her lofty place brought down from loftier height with single bullet, and at arms length alm without mar or limb, or wing or feather, this king of the forest brood, from which the "crack-shots of Tucsou," after hay ing due notice, may well look out, and watch their coming honors.