Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-07-31

But there are other women OF notable
character, and among them a few ex-
amples stand out brilliantly and are
known to every frontiersman who has
grown up with the country. Their
names have become household words,
and their deeds are recounted around
happy household fires in handsome
farm and city homes on the spots where,
in the old times, the Indian, cowboy
and scout roamed at will.
One OF the most notable heroines in
prairie lore was Mary Simpson, the wife
of d pioneer, who lived in the southwest
portion OF Nebraska along early in the
seventies. She was the captor OF Ire
land" noted desperate who had ter
rorized the whole Platte valley. For
months he was heard OF here, there,
everywhere, robbirg, burning pillaging,
and the sparsely scattered settlers were
alarmed.
In vain did they try to protect them
selves-he was ever ready 10 attack the
weakest side Of their little guards. At
last the strain became too severe. A
little baby left alone in settlers home
was found dead and the trace OF Ire
land was on tho deed. The action
touched the quick heart Of the settlers
and a posse was at once formed TO ride
down the brute. They formed a vast
circle and gradually closed in. On the
second day Mr.. Simpson and his wife,
who were alone at the right OF the line,
were surprised by a big bearded man
springing out OF clump OF bushes.
| Simpson was some distance away and
| his wife was leading his horse.
Without waiting for her husband she
sprang to the saddle and raced after the
stranger. He was being overtaken when
on plunging through a small bunch OF
trees he came suddenly on a member OF
the hunting party. A sweep OF his huge
| fist sent the man on: OF the saddle and
| ireland was In the seat and away.
Mrs. Simpson was by this time not far
behind and was flashing her steed to the
utmost of it's power TO 0vertake the
| criminal. Ireland saw her, and turning,
| fired at the woman. She returned the
! shot from revolver in the saddlebags
and then prepared for surer method OF
warfare. She was an expert with the
lasso and the long rawhide rope oil her
husband hung at the saddle bow.
Loosening it, she coiled 1t carefully,
and, racing as her horse was, swung II
around her head. Ireland did not see
IL, and it whirled away in graceful
curves and settled down steadily, sure
" and firmly over his bare head. With
a Jerk it came taut as Mrs. Simpson
pulled her horse back on his launches
Ireland was jerBed from the saddle and
dragged for dozen rods over the gras:
before his captor felt willing to give
him permission TO rise. He did moi
rise. He was dead, and Mrs. Simpson
was the heroine OF the hour. There
was no judge, jury or inquest. The
settlement was glad to have him gone
Another bright star Of the cattle trai
was Anna Kimball, who saved the life o.
Colonel T. NJ. Bankin, one Of southeas
Texas richest cattlemen. The hero
was making its slow way northwarC
and was in the Southern part OF Kan
sas when Miss Kimball, the daughte
of a rancher of that section, rode 10
some distance alongside the animals
Suddenly there was one OF those suddeI
outbreaks which no man can give caus
for or explain-a stampede. Startle'
by the crack of aswhip or the breakini
Of twig, the bhge herd starts int
motion, following 3 few leaders anC
rushing pellUell over hill aud vale unit
at last wearipd out, the animals ar
brought 70 a stop by sheer exhaustion
after many have oeeR trampled TO death
Miss Kimball sa out on the prairie tn
owner of the herd Colonel RaRkin. VIII
was walking aboet for little exercise
She also saw thai with the great clrcl
the herd was making he would be Il
direct line Of the pncoming tide Of fissl
and horns.
i With . ouic decision that woui