The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1870-01-25
Police HIGHWAYMEN.
How n Retired Merchant was Robbed OF
Two Dollars by n westchestcr Police
Onlcer-A Well Known Member of the
Union League the Victim.

Two Dollar RS by n westchcstcr Police
Omcer-A Well Member OF the
Union League the Victim.
Mr.. Charles Dcnison Is q retired merchant liv-
ing In this city lie owns very fine span OF horses
and frequently exercises them upon Harlem lane.
On Thursday last accompanied by his son Lyman
he dashed over the bridge at Macomb's Dam, and
entered Westchester County. The air was unusually
bracing, and MIR. Denson's horses were upon their
mettc. The road however. was not in tho best
condition. Seeing what he supposed to be another
and a better road on the Ion, Mr.. Denison turned
his horses heads, and rushed into IT. A small boy
standing shouted to him, but tho span was going
like the wind, aud tho boys warning did not reach
Mr. Dcnison's On the horses sped for quarter
Of mile. Suddenly man ran out Of lane, and
seized Mr. Den ons courscrs by the heads, shout
ing;
&" Hold on, yere ~
"whats the matter - asked Mr. Denison.
"Yor q dryln' on the sldowak-ten dollars fine
that's what's the matter" replied the gentleman.
"Oh, It IL, is itt" replied Mr.. Denison. ell
now, you drop those horses heads" he continued.
lourishng his whip.
Giving the reins q sudden jerk. hc ioosencd the
strangers hold, nnd the team dashed forward. But
the stranger was not 10 he euchred 40 easily. Draw
ing a revolver, he cooked II and shoued
Hold on thero-siop-or I'll put ball through
you"
The old gentleman was plueky. Ho was deter.
mined to take his chances and drive ahead Young
Lyman, however, wss naturally tmid, and laid his
stop, father, for Gods sake" said he. "1be
mans drunk and viii be sure 10 hit one Of us II he
ires"
MIR. Denison glanced at Lyman's white face. and
then rcincd in bis trottors.
"Who arc you, and what do You wantt" he stern
" demanded, the stranger loped to the side OF tho
carriage, still hddling with his revolver:
That's what am-dyo see that - replied the
STRANGER, unbuttoniug his coat and displaying po
lice offcer's badge. marked rs" In goods
figures. "D'ye see 'em t-them mean" placing
the fingers Of his len hand tue badge, and care.
much to the alarm Of young Lyman. "Yer a drivin'
| on the sidewalk, viiating nieipe or'nance-ten
| dollars nne-u,ats what's smatter, an want the
| ten dollars. Dye see itT
nuc for small an offence" replied Mr.. Den. SOP,
drawing up his rcins ns IL about to move on. Up
went the strangers revolver, and down went young
Lyman's head. See here" said the old gentleman,
b. ndine the reins to his trembling ofhpring, aud
drawing his pockctbook from his panialoons pocket
| There's two dollar noe. You can take that or
| 20 without"
and cautiously approaching Mr. Dsnison, snatched It
| nom between bis fingers. Then showing itin,o his
| vest pocket, no said:
"well, seen this Is yer FIRST offence, I'll let up
light on ye But jis git OF Of this yer sidewalk
| as quick As yez can, fer the town aint golu' to
| stand IT,"
Mr. Denlson got of from It In eto time. when
| they struck the Macomb's Dam Bridge, Lyman drew
| a long breath and said, "Well, think VIC got OF
| cheap"
In the evening Mr. Denison related his story to his
icnds In the Union League. II created intense In
| dignaton mixed with uncontrolled laughter