The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1869-11-04
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"See the blood on that ones flank VIII
he's been shot. Whoa !"-soOthingly q
they drove alongside.
as to frighten me. They heard it. though
and drove so closely that they saw me.
"Well welli" said one of them, " thi
looks like a murder. Whoa, there, yo
devils |" to the horses. The beasts cam
door.
whats the matter here ?"-together
"Tm badly cut up. / think. How ia
is it to the city-to surgeon :"
ITO the citv-ten miles! to a surgeon
I'm one," and getting into the carriage h
began, tenderly, to examine my wounds
"Well sir: you are pretty tho roughly
slashed. Its nothing serious though; al
animation. "Can you stand it to ride t.
the city?
Lying down? Yes. l have been thi.
along, surgically, I'll try two or three hours
longer"
The man gave little whistle of surprise
and said," all right" Hitching their team
behind, the doctors companion drove the
1, w
ly, and to my surprise, with very little
pain to myself, in consequence of the doc
tors skill, which, after short time, SCI
me, sound man, once more upon my
legs
OF coursesthe affair got into the paper:
as wonderful occurrence; and the day
after my arrival at the hotel, Police Ser
geant McGaarahn called.
al chased you the other night. There
were two patrolmen n with me on the hack,
he remarked.
"That was good shooting, Sergeant
Fire at a man and hit horse"
Eh don't you know"
"Know whats"
eve killed Flibbertygibbet."
An outsider-a locker r-on--perhaps =
Not bit of it. He was the driver.
"Jim?"
"Jim The other fellow, ncw'un, /
reckon, got away
"Well! that's not so bad, after all.
But, Sergeant, how came you to fol
low u.s."
"Mere luck, sir. was near the corner
of Thirty street when the hack
went by; and l saw man lying flat and
snug upon that place at the back-I don't
know what they call it-where trunk
ought to be carried, but isn't. There's
dirty work meant by that, said to myself,
and called two men to me being bound to
follow But it was ten minutes, | guess,
fore we could catch a hack. You know
the rest"
/ believe l knew it painfully well. 1t
was nearly a month before L recovered
from the effects of that knowledge. 1t
cost me the legacy, besides, which couldn't
be found, though carefully sought for. Ii
Roddy had them, he got away safely.
Since the foregoing was written, two
years ago, the jewels have been recovered.
That, too was in the papers, and it was
my work. 1 journeyed to Boston on busi-
ness. In the evening went to theater.
/ hadn't been there half an hour when,
looking around, l saw in the ears of wO-
man two seats in front of me, the earrings
of that legacy for which had shed not a
little blood. Then l saw the necklace,
and two or three rings on her fingers.
When the woman turned her face so as to
reveal it's profile, l recognized it, and so
wrote little note in pencil and sent it to
her. 1t read like this as nearly as | can
.'Mr. jenkins Mills, of Crounse, Scott
&Mills, presents his compliments to Mrs.
ROderick Murtagh, and demands the
rings, necklace, ETC., she now wears, and
which were part of the legacy to Miss.
Starks, of which Mr.. Murtagh relieved
Mr.. Mills two years ago. Shall Mr.. Mills
do himself the honor of calling tO-mOr
row with Captain Blinks of the police, for
the rest of the valuables?"
An usher handed her the note. The
blood left her cheeks as she read it. Then
her eyes ran over the audience until look
ng behind her she recognized ne. Turn
ng the note she wrote on the back,
Don't expose me! You shall have
Wait until the performance
S ended!" and handed it back to me on
he end of her fan.
She was true to her word and in this
way Miss Hattie Starks finally received
her legacy, mildly baptised in a little of
ny blood. There was no romance in her
character, or am sure she would not have
married farmer and left me bache-
Or.-Caicdgo Journal.