The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1914-11-17
A THRILLING EXPERIENCE
Wife Of Local Minister in Real Train
HOld.Up.

Fhe Boise District Convention at
Weiser had just adjourned and the
members were scattering. One of the
young women was on night train.
In deep, dark fir-filled canyon the
overland Portland-C Chicago fast mail
was rumbling along and grumbling
along, and the weary wheels were
bowling around the sharp curves on
one Of the crockedest pieces of railway
in America. Near the Washington line
and far remote from human habita-
tion was an ideal spot for robbers to
ply their trade.
With a jar that tilted many from
their seats the plunging train stopped
1t was on steep mountainside. The
time was two of the clock
Are we wrecked?" mo, nothing
but holdup, jokingly said one.
After what seemed long waiting,
the peoeple growing more and more
nervous, sure enough her comes Mr..
Bandit, followed by another Mr.. Ban
dit. Bandit No. l orders the people to
keep quiet and deliver their valuables
to Bandit No. O., who for his perfect
convenience carries flour sack into
which the aforesaid valuables are in
discriminatory piled.
A deputy sheriff was aboard in the
same car where our Epworth Lacquer
was riding. She was not asked for
anything, and the officer played pos
sum, by feigning sleep. The robbers
passed by him Soon after their backs
were toward him he opened fire on
them. The coach was filled with peo-
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that one Of the fellows had just said,
"Aw, there's nothin' but women here
let's hurry to the next car"
Quickly turning the robbers began
to fire in reply, and the scene was
soon pandemOnia. Women were
screaming and the car was filled with
smoke.
The bandits struggled out to the
vestibule, where one of them fell
mortAlly wounded, and at the same
time the sheriff sank back into his
seat, saying, II was justified in the
shooting / did, and the law is behind
me, but they got me just the same"
He was clutching his side as he spoke
but no one seemed to be able to sense
his condition, till our Lacquer asked
him If he was shot.
Yes said he, and began to open
his vest. The blood was in plain evil
dence, and she slipped her hand under
the vest to his back and found he had
been shot through. Calling the men
nearest, she ordered them to carry him
to the sleeper where she saw him plac-
ed in berth; then thinking that of
course the men would care for him
she returned to her coach. In the
vestibule lay the robber and while
she was passing she saw him gasp his
last breath.
She had been in her seat but a few
moments, when some person came in
to the car where she was and asked
where is that mans wife? Why does
she not stay with him?' Someone
who seemed to know replied that his
wife. was not aboard.
"But who was that woman who took
him to the Pullman, then?"
II am the woman" said our Epwor
THAN. WELL whoever you are. he
wants you," was the reply.
She went to him, having again to
step over the dead robber, and the suf-
ferer said, You were the only one
in all that car brave enough to help
me while ago. Will you dress this
wound?'
Surely l will" said She Calling a
porter she directed him to get some
sheets while she undressed her pa
tient and stanched the flow of bloou
and did all sensible novice could do
The wounded man was very weak
from the loss of blood aud bystander
suggested he take snort" of whiskey
from a bottle he produced mo SIR"
said the volunteer nurse, mot drop
must you take!' "All right, miss, IL
you say so, I'll not take it.
Having made him as comfortable as
she could, she went back to her seat
and was Mortified to see her shoes
stained with the blood OF the dead
robber. Then she became faint. A
brakeman, observing her, suggested
whiskey from his flask, but she refus-
ed.
This is the sort OF stuff our west
ern girls are made of. The sheriff
called her Miss" but she happens to
be the wife of one of our Idaho past