Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-11-05
20 Eloned horses " lauchcd ono.

"See the blood on that one nauk, why
he's been shot Whoa l'-soQthingly as
they drove alongside
"Hclpl" moancd in n voice so feeble
as TO frightcn me. They heard il, though,
and drove so closely that they saw me.
"Welll wclli" said one Of them, "this
looks like murder. Whoa, there, you
devils y 20 the horses The beasts came
20 halt, and the men opened the back
door.
whats the matter here g"-togethcr
I'm badly cut up. think, How far
Is II 20 the city--to q surgeon y
To the city miles TO a surgeon,
Tn one" and getting into the carriage he
began, tenderly, to examine my wounds
"Well, sir you are pretty thoroughly
slashed. It's nothing serious though; all
flesh wounds" he decided, af)cr long ex.
animation, "Can you stand it to ride TO
the city,"
"Lying down? Yes. have been this
way since midnight Tf you viii help me
along, surgically, I'll try two or three hours
| longer" r
The man gave little whistle of surprise,
and said, "all right" IIitching their team
behind, the doctors companion drove the
hack toward town, where we arrived safe
| ly, and to my surprise, with very little
pain to myself, in consequence of the doc
tors skill, which, after short time, set
me, sound man, once moro upon my
| legs.
OF course, the affair got into the papers
as wonderful occurrence; and the day
after my arrival at the hotel, Police Ser
geant McGaarahn called
81 chased you the other night There
were two patrolmen 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 whatY'
"We killed Flibbertygibbet."
| "An outsider a locker perhaps "
"Not bit of it, He was the driver"
| "Jim?'
"Jim. The other fellow, new'un, l
reckon, got away"
"Welll that's not so bad after all.
But, Sergeant, how came you to fol-
low usp"
Mere luck sir was near the corner
of Thirty-second street when the hack
went by; ard i saw man lying fiat and
snug upon that place at the back-I don't
know what they call it-where II 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 IL was ten minutes, | guess
fore we could catch a hack. You know
the rest" fH.r.... s....s
| believe knew 1t painfully well. II
was nearly month before | recovered
from the effects of that knowledge. II
cost me the legacy besides, which couldn't
be found, though carefully sought for. i
Roddy had them, he got away safely.
Since the foregoing was written, tive
years ago, the jewels have been recovered
That, too, was in the papers, and it wa'
my work. | iourncyed to Boston on busi
ness In the evening went to theater
hadn't been there half an hour when
looking around saw in the ears of a wo
man two seats in front of me, the carring'
of that legacy for which had shed not q
little blood. Then | saw the necklace
and two or three rings on her fingers
When the woman turned her face so as t,
reveal its profile, | recognized it, and St
wrote a little note in pencil and sent it Z
!, her. 1t read like this, as nearly as | ca
remember:
''Mr. jenkins Mills, of Crounse, Scot
6SMills, presents his compliments to Mrs
Roderick Murtagh, and demands tn
: rings, necklace, etc, she now wears, AM
which were part of the legacy to Miss
Starks, of which Mr.. Murtagh relieved
BIr. Mills two years ago. Shall Mr.. Mill
do himself the honor of calling tomor
row with Captain Blinks of the police, TO
!, the rest of the valuablesY"
! An usher handed her the note. Th
, blood left her cheeks as she read it. Thel
her eyes ran over the audience until look
ing behind her she recognized me. Turn
ing the note she wrote on the back
"Dont expose mel You shall hav,
everything. Wait until the performance
is ended !" and handed it back to me OF
the end of her fan.
She was true to her word and in thi
way Miss Hattie Starks finally received
. her legacy, mildly baptised in little o
9 my blood, There was no romance in he
character, or am sure she would not hav'
! married farmer and left me bache
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