The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-02-20
THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA, FEBRUARY 20, 1877.


surrounded.
Revolvers faced Billy in all directions
and after brief parley, he was prison
er. The town,by this time, was aroused
and great crowd was soon on the spot.
Cries of I" Hang himl'' Hang him -
now rent the air. The same people who
had fondled Billy now cried Hang
himlp
Such is the flckleness of human ma
ture. Sam was secured also and to-
gether they were marched to prison.
The denouement caused great excite
ment for miles around as the news of
the great robbery spread In the mean
time Billy sat demurely in his narrow
cell with his head in his hands, looking
at his chains, and, this time he failed to
return to his home at the end of two
weeks as heretofore.
The town of M being somewhat
off of the public thoroughfare, did not
get news as speedily as other better fa-
vored towns. At the end of two weeks
the good people of NJ began to look
for Billy, but he came not. AT the end
of three weeks they were really uneasy.
Some said /" the brother must be very
sick" Others said cit was very strange
indeed"
AT the end of four weeks rumors be-
gan to circulate One man who had
been North heard of a man being drown
ed who resembled Billy. Another heard
of him in rail road accident. At
length the true story came in the shape
of newspaper article with flaming
headings. This still did not certainly
identify Billy with the attempted rob-
berry, but it was followed and confirmed
by detective. The detective had found
q clue in an envelope which the willy
Billy had unintentionally left in his
satchel. This envelope had his name
and address written upon the outside
The detective in developing the case
started to find the obscure village of
NJ. There was wonderful commo-
ton among the people in the quiet town
when the truth flashed upon their as
tonished minds.
Here, again, former friends execrated
the unfortunate Bill. Amid all these
terrible denunciations there was but one
feeble voice that did not cry out against
him in the frantic town. In the little
old cabin by the blacksmith shop sat a
delicate female. She was an only child,
her mother having died in giving her
birth Alone, with her father, she had
lived since that solemn hour and now
she was just eighteen years old. Beauti-
full golden ringlets had learned to cluster
about her fair brow, and two little
dimples danced in and out about the well
shaped mouth. She was possessed of a
perfect form, while bushes were con-
tinually fitting across her countenance
like the light and shade of the capricious
sunshine of summer evening. Her
moral character was as pure as it could
be under the rough culture she had OBJ
tained near the blacksmith shop. She
was naturally good at heart, but Lucille
Agnew sCds not an AngeU When the,
now envious, neighbors rushed in, with
undue haste, to tell her the news, in the
harshest manner, she was simply stun
ned at first. Stupefied she sat but could
not realize the situation. When they
talked of robbing Bank she did not
comprehend their meaning. When
they told her that her, father was not
with his sick brother she started from
her comatose condition. Tears she had
none. Her utterance was coarse and
choked. When told that her father
was in danger she then for the first time
seemed to arouse and the first intelligi-
BILE words she uttered were" Father -
danger!" Turning to the nearest news
bearer she asked eagerly" Where is
father?" "What is the danger ?"
She was in blissful ignorance, all these
years, of his occupation and hence never
thought that danger hovered nigh unto
him. In her innocence she saw only
her father in the rough blacksmith. To
Lucille, Billy never was unkind. The
only pulsation of love his callous heart
ever felt was caused by Lucille. She
was now the ivy clinging to the oak
AS the storm was gathering she was be-
ginning to cling the closer. Billy Ag-
new, that day, had but one human be-
ing in this universe who shed the tear
of pity for him or cared jot about his
doom. He had one other friend-the
one who befriended the thief on the
cross-but he knew him not. Poor
Iucille had hut ono earthIv friend and