The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-05-20
AN ARIZONA HoLD-UP.
A Desparado's Loss of Booty Through
 Expenditures, #

A Despafados Loss of Booty Through
 Expenditures.
 A retired banker who now lives in , San Francisco is fond of telling the
 story of the way in which he was held up' by a desparado in Arizona. At that time the banker owned a small copper mine in Arizona, and had gone down there to show it to an East ern man who wished to buy. He liked the mine, and took it, and to the as- tonishment of the former owner, he paid for it in United States bills of denomination.
 asked him how he dared to travel away from the line of railroad with so much money, but he laughed, says the banker, and replied that he didn't know anyone in the region who would cash his check, and no one knew that he had the money, anyhow. Then I parted company with him. He rode back to Phoenix while started with fresh pony toward the main line of the railway, 20 miles away.
 .. 1 did feel very nervous, for I was riding across the desert, which was entirely flat except for the scattered blue mesas that stood like loaves of bread upon it's surface. , It was not until I saw another horseman coming i; see this happened not very long ago, E see this happenetd not very long ago, and the old habit of carrying weapons had already begun to fall off, so was , completely unarmed.
 Hello, stranger!'',s said the new conner, who looked extremely hard up.'' I've lost my way. Which way are you going?" .s. : I made the best of it and chatted pleasantly with him.. Finally, when he had looked me all over, he said, : Stranger, I've got gun and you haven't, I reckon, so I'll ask you to hand over your watch and money, and , then I'll say good-by."
 He had taken out a revolver, and 1t seemed advisable to follow his diree- tions. I gave him my watch and loose change, but he did not seem satisfied, and made me get off my horse, and after he had prodded me he discovered the fat wallet of bills in my shirt. Then he looked at me critically and smiled. | T ,ijisj s6I x.
 You're dressed pretty well, stranger" he said, ''and you're about my size. I ain't dressed very well. Take off those clothes, and do it quick. I want to catch a train and get out of this country, but I like the way your look anl want to wear them my self' --s. /, 5. /. You arn't going to leave me here without clothes?" asked, angrily.
 &VasN I'll give you my outfit, and won't charge, you cent for it. Come, now! I'm in a hurry!" .s,- ,, I took off my clothes, and then, according to his command, turned my back while he cautiously took off his and put mine on. Then he jumped on his horse, looked at my watch, and said, "Good-by stranger! Don't try to follow me. It ain't healthy"
 There was nothing for me to do but put on his old clothes and take an other direction on my pony. l was feeling pretty miserable about the loss of my money--a little over $7,000-and watch, and I did not feel any better by 1.-the time reached the railroad and l jumped off my horse at the station, I told my story, and they telegraphed q description of the man up and down the line while I sat in the waiting room. I had made up my mind that I should never see my money again, but sudden l. ly, under my arm, resting at my side, I felt something that seemed stiffer than the cloth in the coat. I put my hand .n, and there was the wallet! He had put it in his own clothes when he took it away from me, and in his hur- ry had forgotten to change it back again when he put on my suit Youths Companion.