The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-12-03
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Short tories

A newly arrived hFstti hSi WIS N'
/ fropted In II street of New York late
ut night by ruflian with leyeled re
yolyar who made the stereotyred De
mand. Give me your money or Il
blov vonr bruins out BLOW away.
said the Westerner; you can i've IN
New York without brains, but you
can't without money"
A South Sea Islander, ut the close
of religious meeting. offered the fol
lowing prayer: % God, we are about
to 90 10 our respective homes. Let
not the words we have heard be Ike
the fine clothes we wear-soon to be
taken off and folded up in "A box gill
another Sabbath comes around. Rath-
er. let Thy truth be like the tattoo on
our charlottesville till death"
The recent death of Martha Canary
better known as Calamity jane
has revived many tales Of her remark
able adventures in the West during the
early troubles. Once, II Is related, she
was riding in n stage-coach driven by
Jack McCaull, a notorious character OF
Deadwood $. H.. when a band of In
dams swooped down. McCaull was
wounded, and fell back on his seat.
/ The six passengers In the coach were
helpless with fright. Calamity Jane
scrambled to the seat, dashed the
horses into a run. and escaped. II was
f this same MeCaull who afterward was
made the most memorable example of
Calamity James" vengeance. MeCaull
shot Wild BIZ Hickok from behind a
tree. for a reason never known, after
wild BIZ had staked him. When
Calamity Jane" heard of 1t, she start
ed at once TO find McCaull. Wild
BIZ WAS her friend, and the fact that
she had once saved McCaull's life did
not deter her from taking it. Il gave
it to him once" she declared, IN take
1t back now" She came across him
Unexpectedly in meat-shop, seized a
eleaver, and, threatening to brain him
If he moved, waited till her friends
bound him. She was one of those who
tugged hardest TO pull him over cot
tonwood limb, and with grim satisfac-
ton she watched him kick his life
away.
DR.. Gardner told Walter Wellman
the following story. the other day, of a
lucky escape from the bullet of an as
sassin which ex-President Cleveland
once had: Between his two terms as
President. Mr.. Cleveland lived IN Mad
ison avenue. A demented fellow i'm
agined that he was In love with Mrs.
Cleveland, and used to send her love
letter every day. One morning, Mr..
Cleveland was coming down the steps
of his house to drive to his law office
in William street, when this crazy fell
low met him face TO face, and pulled
the trigger of a pistol aimed straight
at the heavy figure standing on the
steps two yards above him BY one
of those miraculous interpretations Of
chance, the cartridge missed fire. Be
fore the mlscreant could use his weap-
on again he was seized and carried
away. He was found to be insane, and
in less than "a hours was placed In an
asylum. while the story was kept out
of the newspapers. | was at the house
within a few minutes, and the pistol
was given to me. | have 1t yet; also
the bundle of crazy love-letters. 1t
was well-made rim-fre revolver, and
every other cartridge exploded at the
first trip of the trigger. Mr. Cleveland
probably owes his life to the chance
that the one cartridge which had too
thick a rim was the one which the in
sane chap tried TO fire.