The Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1893-1901, 1894-04-05
HE'LL UP BY HeS LOVER.
4 Highwsymsn loses "A Bride Through
Her Pluck a. a stage Driver.

4 Highwsymsn loses "a Bride Through
Her Pluck as a stage Driver.
'Of course you've heard innumer-
able romances of women stage driv-
ers, said F. c. Olcutt of Cheyenne to
q reporter. 80 have l, and most Of
them are fiction, too, l have no doubt.
but l know of one in which every
word is true. The heroine of my story
was not the regular driver of the
coach which have in mind, but dur.
ing the trip | speak of she was a
substitute for her brother, who wasa
farmer, and having been reared on
the farm she was noted for feats more
usual to men than women. For in.
stance, she was an excellent horse
woman. could ride almost any horse,
was a first rate shot and was moi
afraid of anything. Often she had
driven the coach for her brother,
when from any cause he wanted To
have a day off. She did 1t well. too.
perfectly, in fact, and she was the
pride of all the people roundabout.
Now she had a lover, which was
perfectly natural and quite commend
able. Her lover lived with his par
ents on a neighboring farm. He
lacked a great deal of being a model
for a Y. NJ. {. A. sup' rintendent, but
yet his attractions f the ordinary
amenities of life we're not so fla
grant and glaring a to give him a no
torious character. still, he was shift
less and inclined to wildness. He
would often go > town, be absent
three or four da = S and return very
reticent as to wb re he had been or
as to what he h / been doing. This
morning my Jerome cracked the
whip over the stage horses for her 60
mile drive. WIlliam-she called him
that, though the rest of the people
Whereabouts called him Wild Bill
was absent from home, supposedly
In Cheyenne.
The coach was a mail coach. of
course, and aside from the revenue
derived from the government for
carrying the mail had a good pas.
senger traffic, for 10 years ago rail
roads We're scarce in that country.
The coach left at 6 o'clock in the
morning and was due at it, dest!uI
ton at 5 o'clock in the evening. ~
erything went well, the passengers
very merry until about 4
o'clock IN the evening. AT Just about
that hour nve mel jumped out from
behind a bowlder IN front OF the
coach and demanded Hand, III"
The nervy little woman on the D.:
didn't hands up worth a cent. IA
stead, she dropped her lines. grabbed
a winchester and was pouring . il
sillade OF bullets into the robbers D.
fore they, l n their amazemeut, could
comprehend what was going on.
She 50 completely astonishcl
them that they tor a second or two
didn't know straight up, as the say
ing goes. Her example inspired the
Passengers To courage, and they, too.
opened fire. The result was thai all
the robbers save one fed in~gloriously.
The exception was one who had
dropped at the first shot with a
wound IN his right shoulder. Well.
after the others had fled, the girl came
down from the box TO look at the
wourded man. She stopped over him
and pulled off the mask, revealing to
her astonished eyes the features of
Wild Bill. her lover. No, she didn't
marry him, but she took him into
town, had his wound attended to, and
never revealed to the authorities
what had occurred. That's a true
story. Fort Worth Tex Gazette.