The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1895-02-23

watch and rings go to some other fell
low You're real good, Miss, and you
am, besides have a wife and three little chill
dren in the East, and (sobbing) don't know
how the poor things are getting along. Some
times think they're starving, and | have SO
little to send them, and it takes SO much to
keep myself and pay my doctors bills Have
you got the time, Miss?
sneaks up and puts his hand on it, Do you
want to look at it? 1t is pretty watch, and
was va, given l., TO ;, me by dear friend -
Slider-Well, it's sort of pretty. and it viii
just suit me. Come, Miss, no nonsense Give
up that watch right away. And here, 1 want
that purse too My disease, Miss, is poverty, and
this is the best cure for it,
Mrs. H.-Surely you are not going 70 rob me.
/ thought that California miners were all hon
est people, and now the first one I meet turns
out to be highway rObber and liar. You
shan't have my property, sir.
Slider drawing pistoll-Then, by heavens,
Phi have your life. Here, none of your non
sense. Give me that purse.
Mrs. H.-Take it, you dog. 1 am not afraid OF
your pistol. But am sorry and indignant that
California mining camp, where / supposed
the men were honest and good could harbor
such cur you.
Slider-Taik is cheap, but ii you ever tell a
soul about this evenings work I'll shoot you as
would chipmunk. exit threatening1
(Enter John Cartin)
Cartin-EXcuse me, madam, but YOU seem
agitated. Can render you any assistance?
Mrs. H.-Thank you, sir, have Just been
subjected to an outrageous robbery. A ruffian,
to whom gave some assistance, has robbed
me of my watch and purse.
Cartin-Robbed you in broad daylight
What way did he go?
Mrs. HI am afraid he is beyond pursuit
now, sir, but | thank you all the same The
watch I regret, because it. was the gift of a
dear friend of mine. The money is of no con-
sequence.
Cartin-But it is, madam. I'll get the bows
out and Wei scour the country for that fellow
What is he like?
Mrs. HE is q dark slim young man. do
not wish him arrested. ! do not wish that my
first visit TO this country should bring trouble
upon any one.
Cartin-Arrested; trouble; if we catch him
he'll decorate the end OF q rope in short order,
can assure you.
Mrs. H.-My heavens! you don't mean that
you would lynch the man?
Cartin-Well, madam, that is what they call
it. 1t is the only way we find to keep our bad
characters in order.
(Enter Ned Fahey.)
Ned-The boys are looking for you, Mr.. Car
tin They are all out on the trail of the sluice.
this time for sure. Jimmy Blast has got a
brand-new rope-Oh. I beg your pardon.
ma'am, did not notice you were here.
Mrs. H.-Surely, Mr..
Cartin-Cartin is my name, madam, John
Cartin, at your service.
Mrs H.-Surely, Mr.. Cartin, you would not
see them. take this poor creatures life for o
Cartin-I don't think 1 could stop them
madam, if they get him into their hands
even were I so inclined We owe a duty in
mining camps to mutual protection.
Ned-Here they come, bejob, in full cry like
a pack of hounds in the old sod.
enter mob OF miners, shouting and running,
one carrying a rope.)
First miner--He is down here; Curley Bill
saw him going through the chaparral.
Second miner-Come on, boys, we've got the
skunk now sure. Wen make an example OF
him.
Fxn11nt shoutinp1
Mrs. H.-Can nothing be done to prev en- this
outrage, Mr.. Cartin?
Cartin-I'm afraid not madam. Ii he is
caught his days are numbered. "a shout is
heard) BY jove, they've got him. DARTS
off,
Mrs. HI cannot endure the idea of this
cold-blooded murder. | must and will appeal
to those desperate men for that poor wretchis
life. (Another shout) Good heavens may be
too late to make an effort to save him. Exit
hastily.)
SCENE g.
"a miners claim. Miners collected under
tree over which n rope with moose at the end
is hanging. Slider bound in their midst, Judge
Lynch sitting on stunp.)
Lyneh-When did you nab him, Bill?
BILL caught him in the act. He was work
ing away for dear life at Tom Tregarvan's
sluice. | crept up and nabbed him with the
stuff in his hand and more in his pocket.
Tom T.-Just let me put bullet through the
varmint. Just leave him to me, Judge, and III
settle his bloody hash.
Judge-No; put up your pistol, Tom. This
here business must go on straight and regular
and according to the laws and statutes pro-
yided. He must be hanged If he is to be
ha nged on law and evidence only. I'm here
for this business and bless me (business) I'll