The record-union., 1896-03-29

WAS dlSo pioFAoSu with q triangular
shaped rail split from pine-nut tree
|. Tell Garfield some gentlemen want
to see him on business said Dignan.
-'Mr. Canfield,' chirruped Mrs. Childs
| up the stairway, there are some
gentlemen here who wish to see you
on important business
Garfield hastily descended and was
met at the doorway by the crowd with
the rail, and Dignan, pointing his pis-
toll full in the victims face, said with
an oath and epithet: Get aboard this
rail-" The poor boy, for he was not
much more than a boy, realized the
situation and straddled the rail The
| timber was lifted on the shoulders of
the men, with Garfield striding his un-
certain saddle for dear life, and a round
/ of the saloons was made: AT each place
the rail was lowered and Garfield made
to dismount and stand treat to his
captors Nearly every man in the town
who was out of bed at that hour was
a spectator and witnessed the outrage
with disgust and suppressed indigna-
| ton, but not one dared risk certain
death by attempted protest or inter-
ference.
Finally the mob reached a saloon
kIlOWl as HARRY iSAllSd ., where The
same performance of making Garfield
dismount and treat was gone through
with. Sitting, half doing, in. a back
room, was a man named Lew" Bod
row. He had been City Marshal and
Chief Engineer of the fire department
in the dininutive municipality of Aus
tin (Reese River), situated 10 miles
distant from Belmont He was a short,
| IL 1csx-Ixr
Dutch stock, and was noted throughout
the State for his nerve and courage.
After Garfield had settled for the
drinks Dignan and his men shouted to
him, .'Get aboard, you so-and-so!" The
poor, sore and terrified young man was
to again mount the seat of torture,
when Bodrow stepped forward, and in
a half-yawning voice said:
''Canfield, if you don't want to get
aboard that rail, you needn't to-"
What business is this of yours?"
said Dignan, and, with the word, he
drew that terrible and murderous blade,
and with all his giant force sent it clear
through Bodrow's body. Like flash,
and seemingly simultaneously, Bodrow
drew his pistol and shot Dignan through
the heart, and both men fell to the floor,
wounded. Then, as Bodrow lay pros
trate on the floor, Eaton and "Cockeye''
McCarty emptied their pistols into his
body. One bullet went wild and crossed
the chest of an odd character called
| Boxing Barney" who, as a pretended
prize-fighter, was the butt of the mining
camps all over the State. The ''boxer"
was protuberant in the breast. and
when he felt the ping of the bullet plow-
ing furrow through his cuticle-for it
didn't penetrate much deeper-he set up
a yell that sent the coyotes in alright
to their lairs, and sped into the outer
darkness at a pace that would make
greyhound think that he was registered
in the tortoise class.
'tCockeye' McCarty and Eaton, who
were towards of the first order, got up
their horses and. hurriedly saddling
them, fled in the darkness.
1t was at about 1o'clock in the morning
that the fracas occurred, and Bodrow
| lay on the floor cut and slashed and
bulleted to pieces, conscious, but never
uttering a groan or a murmur of pain.
The bystanders, sympathetic, now that
the danger to themselves was over, did
all they could to alleviate his sufferings.
There were no doctors in Belmont, but
the most inexperienced could see that
the life of the wounded man was fast
ebbing.
At about the first gleam of dawn in
the sky, Bodrow said: Boys, pull off
my boots; I don't want to die with my
boots on This was his last coherent
expression, for in few moments alters
ward he gasped his last gasp.
Garfield, grateful for the heroism that
had relieved him from his dangerous
predicament, sent to Austin for coffin
and case, brought over a delegation sof
the Austin Fire Department by stage to
escort Bodrow's remains to Austin,
where they were given volunteer fire
mans funeral, Garfield bearing all the
expenses and setting up a neat marble
| monument over the grave. "Cockeye"
McCarty and Eaton escaped into Ari-
zona, and near the southeastern Ne
vada line were detected in horse-steal-
ing and hanged by the Mormons.
An indignation meeting was held and
a Vigilance Committee talked of, but
Tom Fitch, the "Silver-Tongued Or
ator," who was Deputy District Attor-
ney of the county (Nye County, coun-
seled moderation. Russell and another
man were put under guard in a stock
ade cabin, subsequently admitted to
bail; the circumstance soon became
thing of the past, and Russell and his
companion, through half-hearted and
weak prosecution, went free. Childs
was deposed as Superintendent of the
mine, and he and his pretty and plausi-
BILE young wife went out into some other
section of the wide, wide world.
The Englishmen sunk pretty penny
in the Highbridge, some fortunes went
to smash in San Francisco in Belmont
stocks, and Belmont to-day would be
the abode of the coyote, the owl, the bat
and the Shoshone were it not for the
fact that it is the county seat of large
area Of cattle grazing country, and its
population, principally office-holders,
who think the destinies of the Nation
rest upon their shoulders, because Nye
County, as a county in the sovereign
State of Nevada, is a factor in the pro-
duction of United States Senators from
Nevada, which, numerically, in the up
per branch of the National Legislature
is of as much Importance as is the great
Empire State of New York
OLD SAGEBRUSH
Still Guessing.
The other day Hibernian son of toll