Silver City Enterprise — 1888-1890 (full OCR, Internet Archive) — 1888-11-16
source date: 1888
availability: public-domain

Pendergast was run into the county jail for six months by a Central City jury for some offense committed in that camp some time ago. Recently the justice before whom the conviction was made, addressed a letter to the county board giving it as his opinion that the sentence was rather severe, and suggested that the old man be releasd from further confinement. Ac- cordingly Pendergast was called before the board Tuesday, and, on being asked what he ( 23 ) had to say, addressed the board as follows: “Now, gentlemen, it is immaterial to me what action the board may take in my case ; but I have very comfortable quarters here, and I don’t see why I should be fired out of jail without any provocation.” Nevertheless, the board stood the raise and the old man was fired. The “Kid” and four other Apache Indians, who were engaged in the outbreak a year ago last spring, during which Big-Foot Mike Grace and Diehl were killed, and who were tried by court martial and sentenced to different terms of imprisonment at Alcatraz have been returned to San Carlos. Why a pardon has been granted these red handled devils is be- yond our ken. Mrs. Thompson, of the Mimbres, adopted the little orphan girl who for several months worried the board of county commissioners and the ladies of the hospital. The poor little waif has at last got a good home.

n has been granted these red handled devils is be- yond our ken. Mrs. Thompson, of the Mimbres, adopted the little orphan girl who for several months worried the board of county commissioners and the ladies of the hospital. The poor little waif has at last got a good home. From ihe November 23. 1888, Issue of The Enterprise Four hundred chickens were brought to this city on Tuesday from the Frisco, and sold readily for 50 cents each. This money will be spent here instead of being sent to Kansas. There died at his ranch home in the Mogollons on Monday of last week a man who was generally well known and esteemed as it would be possible for a man residing in a western country to become. He was no other than Patrick H. Kelley. He had suffered a thousand deaths from an aggrivated cancer on the tongue during the last year. He fought the disease manfully to the last but realized from the first that his disease was a hopeless case. At the time of his death he was engaged in sheep raising, but during his residence of twenty-five years in the territory had pursued various callings meeting with fair success. His business affairs are said to be in a complicated condition but his administrator, Pat Higgins, is satisfied there will be something remaining for his family. From the December 7, 1888. Issue of The Enterprise A Human Devil

pursued various callings meeting with fair success. His business affairs are said to be in a complicated condition but his administrator, Pat Higgins, is satisfied there will be something remaining for his family. From the December 7, 1888. Issue of The Enterprise A Human Devil Frank Heflin, Crazed by Whisky, Shoots His Wife. “The gods from heaven survey the fatal strife, And mourn the miseries of human life.” About the middle of Tuesday afternoon our little city was thrown into intense excite- ment by the report that Frank Heflin, who lives in a small cottage in the rear of the hospital had shot his wife. The report proved to be only too true.Daniel Coomer, whose place of business is within a block of the cottage, hastened to the scene and called upon the would-be mur- derer to surrender. Heflin replied by throwing a double barreled shotgun down on Dan, who fortunately was near a stone wall, behind which he dodged, and none too soon, as the shot from the gun struck the rocks all around him. Dan then raised and fired, but as Heflin was then inside his house and shooting from the door, no accurate aim could be taken. The men continued to exchange an occasional shot in this manner until the arrival of officers Cantley, Muse, and others, and a number of citizens.

n then raised and fired, but as Heflin was then inside his house and shooting from the door, no accurate aim could be taken. The men continued to exchange an occasional shot in this manner until the arrival of officers Cantley, Muse, and others, and a number of citizens. Heflin had decidedly the best of it, as he would poke his gun out through the window, fire, and then withdraw, and could no doubt have accomplished some telling work, as he appeared very cool and determined, but for the protection of the stone wall behind which the officers dodged every time they saw the muzzle of the gun protrude from the window. Twenty-five or thirty shots were fired in this manner, when it became apparent that Heflin was hit as he no longer came to the window. The door was then kicked in and Constable Buquor and son, Lee, were the first to enter. As the rush was made Heflin snapped the right barrel of his gun, which was empty, right at the stomach of the constable. Had he used the other barrel which was loaded, no doubt Mr. Buquor would have been instantly killed. ( 24 ) flesh wound. The crowd of enraged men who had gathered wanted to shoot or hang the miserable wretch then and there, but the offi- cers stood firm to their duty, and he was loaded into an express wagon and soon landed in jail.

or would have been instantly killed. ( 24 ) flesh wound. The crowd of enraged men who had gathered wanted to shoot or hang the miserable wretch then and there, but the offi- cers stood firm to their duty, and he was loaded into an express wagon and soon landed in jail. Heflin has resided in this city with his wife and five children for the past two years. His life here has been one continual round of drunken debauchery and violence. At different times he has beaten and abused his wife, driv- ing her away from home at the dead of night to take temporary shelter with some of the neighbors. He has frequently threatened to kill her. His spells of violence have occurred so often and were of such a brutal nature as to have long since become the talk of the town. He has several times been under arrest, each time his wife begging for him, under the empty promise that he would drink no more, but after each time he became more violent than before.

and were of such a brutal nature as to have long since become the talk of the town. He has several times been under arrest, each time his wife begging for him, under the empty promise that he would drink no more, but after each time he became more violent than before. News has reached this city that Montague F. Stevens, a most successful cattle raiser of west Socorro county, while hunting geese near Bakersfield, California, the other day, met with a serious accident that resulted in the amputa- tion of his left arm. He had leaned his shot-gun against a tree and mounting a horse, reached over to take it. It seems his hand grabbed the lock, and the force caused the charge of one barrel to go off, shattering the arm. He was taken back to the city and the doctors attend- ing concluded that amputation was necessary to save his life. The papers of the territory are in error in stating that Adams of “Adam’s diggins,” fame is dead. He is now living in Encinada, near San Diego. He has already spent three fortunes seeking for the lost diggins, and hopes to be able to find them yet or spend another fortune in the attempt. Arizona Frijol, of Deming, claims that two men were trying to steal his horse. He fired twice at them and thinks he hit one of them, while he is sure that one slightly wounded his horse “Dude,” who broke away from the thieves.