Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1870-10-18

Yes he will, he's got to-
But the storm 2
He'll wait till that's over.
Maybe he's started
If he has he'll turn back. We're
safe enough to bag him, an it's lit
tie the best lay we ever had
Pretty good pot, that's a fact. Do
you know how he's got it.
In a valise, Jim says
We'll, we can take it as well in
that as in anything else, as the man
said about his whisky
But whatll we do with him {?
Dead men tell no tales
That's the safest, | guess; and
they'll lay it to some Of the strikers
Most likely; Have you got the
dark lantern ready?'
Not much oil in it.
Let's fill it, then. went to get
some, and got into the hosss private
office, and l just found one little can
hid away in his chest. Not another
thing worth bringing away. Here't
is; let's fill up an take look round.
Thus far Patrick had listened with
breatbless interest, while his mind
teemed with horrid visions Of robbery
and murder; as we have said, he was
by no means lacking in sharpness,
and the reference to the valise had
not been by any means reassuring.
Howly mother! how did they ev-
er know | was comm over wild the
portmanty? I'd like to know that
Begorrah, I'd better have turned back
before I iver come. An what's a
dollar to pay for being murdered ?
Patrick's thoughts were troubling
the very soul within him, when he
heard what was said about the Ian.
tern, and it needed no one to tell him
that his only safety from discovery
was in retreat. There was some lit
tie noise and loud talking in the
other room, not to speak OF the rain
on the roof, and Patrick had nc
difficulty in escaping unheard. Once
clear Of the house, he made clear
run Of it for a couple OF hundred yards
stumbling over logs, tearing through
briars, but sticking faithfully to The
valise.
Meanwhile the three robbers haC
probably been filing the lamp Of theil
dark lantern, and just as Patrick rea
ched the edge of the woods, in The
cover Of whose darkness he knew ht
would be safe, he turned and strained
his eyes in the direction Of the los
house. As he did so, faint gimme
OF light came out through the chink
and crannies.
Shrinking a match, muttered Pat
rick. Bad luck to the same for sind
ing ne out into the wet. Howly mo
ther. What's that?'
While Patrick had been speaking
the light had gained somewhat i
strength, as if the match was hlazin.
higher; but as he uttered his cor
cluding exclamation, there came
sudden binding fash, equal to man
7 lightnings, and then a dull and stuI
ming sound, as OF some mighty explc
sion, followed by the crashing SCUM
. Of heavy bodies falling among th
tree tops near him. breaking thei
way through the branches.
Patrick waited for no more, bu
found the road as quickly as possible
and made double quick time for tn
village, regardless of the rain. Whe
less than half an hour aiterward, tn
breathless Irishman with his preciou
y burden, dripping with water, opene
the door of the superintendent ofic
:, in the village, he heard that gentl
man remark:
What did you say, Jordan?'
o Why replied the boss with a
! anxious tone, some fool has broke
. my desk open and stole can ofnitr
glycerine, and I'm afraid mischief wi
come of it.
= Diyil fear interrupted Patrics
- 'sorra a mischief was done by th;
same. Ownly we'll have to sar(
- the woods wild dogs to fpd enough
- EN- for a dacent wake, or I'm mista
- en-.
! The explanation which follow(
~ left little room for doubt, and subs
. quent investigation left less. But
~ Patrick had surmised there was We
little occasion for q wake.
10 TIE contractor got in all right, t
y men were paid, the road was bui
.'s and the moral of my story is: If VI
steal nitro glycerine do not fill yo
h lamps with it, if you mean to lig
/, them yourself.