The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-01-28

Let us begin with the story of1Fiora seyier, whom they call the heroine of the Sierre Nevadas. Florass brother | Jack was miner in Nevada. Flora | herself lived in Placerviiie. Cal Jack
 Sevier and his partner, Frank Gaylord,
 had stHncR it rich in the comstock re-
 zion. Flora was bright. merry girl.
 and Jack wanted her with him.. He wrote her to como and cook for him and his partner. A number of miners, I two of them taking their families, were on the point of starting for the Neva-
 da mines. Flora went with them. There was a short cut. called the Van Horn grade. over the Sierras. which was lsvery dangerous, being hewn along the livery edge Of precipice 1000 feet deep.
 The miners party stopped to get a drink at a place called Strawberry Springs. Here letter from Jack awaited Flora. which she should have received before starting on her jour- ney. The letter told her on no account to come by way of Van Horn grade; it was too periIous. Flora looked at the fearsome gorge below them. Where are we now?'t she asked the leader of the party. The answer was. We are on the Van Horn grade now" There could be no going back. While they rested at Strawberry Springs some freighters came up behind with huge
 wagons containing goods. These were
 going to the mines too, and they also stopped to rest at the, springs and drink of the sweet, ice cold waters.
 1 Flora and her party started on to- ward Strawberry lake, on the very tip top of the mountains. Not far from the lake some of the women and chill drene begged to be allowed to get out of the wagons and walk. the narrow trail looked so frightfui, and they fear
 ed the mules might make misstep and over they would all go. As they walk ed along a strange noise startled them.
 "A runaway team"' shouted their they had left were running away. drtv-
 erless. There were twenty crazed horses galIoping upon Flora Sevier's party and dragging six huge wagons behind them. There was no escape on that awful trail, nothing apparently bottom of frightfui abyss, nearly mile belsw.
 Just as death seemed cehtain for all.
 Flora Sevier had an inspiration. She snntched "a revolver, stood in the mid die of the trail and shot dead the lead CTS of the first team as they came thun- dering down upon her. They dropped
 in their tracks, while behind and upon them the others wild creatures piled, pellmell, wagons and all A moment and then all went together over the ay< full precipice, no more than ten feet away from the miners party. The girl in her teens had done what no man had presence of mind enough to do and all their lives were saved.
 Another:
 Not long ago, about 3 o'clock one
 morning, Mrs. Peter Schmitt of Brook
 lyn felt the bed shaking beneath her, as though somebody was moving there.
 She did not wake her husband. He
 might be nervous. So she watched
 and in the dim light saw a man creep ing away from beneath the bed to the.
 next room. She watched hinf pile to- gether a lot of valuable plunder near the door. Then she followed him soft ly, and before he knew what struck him she planted a tremendous blow
 under his jaw where prize fighters
 knock each other out, and he dropped 1 like a stone. Then Mrs. Schmitt called for help. but Mrs. Schmttts husband
 was already at the front window yell ing Justify for the police. while his wife was doing up the burglar The po- l lice dashed in quickly and captured the thief, who had q knife seven inches
 long in his possession, which Mrs.