The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1877-11-29

camel sen working IN the dark ssnt
.Du1lszy h ths Baysvill. naak
g c.a g. &c., nan eaeg'd snd sesnd'
Again the agony Of suspensein listen
ing. but at last the sound reached me !:
VIII send help immediately
IcrePt 70 the head a the 1taineose,
afraid the clear ring q lie luGf1u1nent
had been heard N the vault; but NO one
came upstairs. The window Of the
telegraph-ofice faced the street, - I re-
turned, bolted myself in safely and sat
down to watch.
The town clock lave one resonant
stroke, breaking the deep silence, and
no signs If life were visible on the long
stretch Of road leading TO c.. Iwss
numb with cold, wishing heartily that
had not left Toms basket under the
staircase, thinking regretfully 1t my
own cozy bed, when / heard afar Oh
the sound of horses' feet.
No Sister Anne, in Bluebeard's tower,
was ever more watchful than was
then. Would the burglars take the
alarm?
The building made corner Of. two
streets, and 1 saw eight mounted men
dash up the road. separate, and while
four dismounted in front four went to
the rear.
The burglars were unprepared for
this flank movement, for while the
police in front were laundering at the
main entrance, the robbers rushed to
the rear basement door, right into the
arms of the police stationed there.
could hear the hubbub, pistOl-shots
fired, the scuffle of feet, cries, oaths
and general confusion, and ! slipped
down stairs, out of the now deserted
main entrance, and ran home.
Everybody was in bed, and I went
to my own room, had good crying
spell, and comforted my half-frozen
body in double blankets, where l soon
fell asleep.
All this was on Friday night, and
had no teaching to do until Monday, so
slept late; but coming down found all
the family prepared to make heroine
of me.
81 never knew until mother told me
this morning." said Tom, "that it
wasn't grandpa who sent the telegram
to c.. By Jove, Olive, you're spunky
if you are little.'
s.Igave up when four of them pounced
on me from one of the upper rooms.
They must have got in through the day
and hid there"
tried to make the Knights promise
not to tell my adventure, but could not.
Before night all Baysville knew how
Olive Hudson caught the burglars. /
was in the Office with grandpa, when
over the wires came this message:
"What does Olive Hudson look likep
Everybody in Dryden is talking about
her great exploit
flashed back:
"What do you suppose such q woman
would look like? She is nearly six feet,
broad-shouldered and loud-voiced, a
perfect Elephant gfgs
"Was it really yourself, ElephantP''
"Dear Lion, it really was!'
"Do you know, want to see you.
am going to New York to-day; but I'll
be back next spring"
If he came to Baysville he did not
see me. ran away in fit of shy
ness. ~
In March wonderful thing hap
pened. My mothers brother, who had
been seventeen years, nearly all my
| lifetime, in Cuba, came out to New
York, found me out and took me into
a life of ease and luxury, making me his
pet in his splendid house. He was a
bachelor, over fifty years Of age, hand
some and well informed, and with large
wealth.
| He introduced me to old friends
of his own, and my circle Of acquaint-
ance widened every day. I, was en-
tirely happy, for we loved each other
WE'LL &
One day Uncle George brought home
to dine, a Stranger whom he introduced
as: w
1.-The son of an old friend, Olive, Mr..
Roberts,"
l made myself agreeable, as in duty
bound, to Mr.. Roberts, a man of thirty
or whereabouts, with face that wa
downright ugly, but pleasant from the
expression Of frank good humor and
intelligence upon it. We talked of
everything, and l was surprised at the
congeniality of taste we soon discovered.
In an animated discussion of heroines,
Mr.. Roberts, turning to Uncle George,
said:
You were kindly inquiring this
morning about my fortune since father
died, but l did not tell you one little
episode. Before / was fortunate enough
to obtain my present lucrative situa-
ton, was for time telegraph Oper-
ator in small place called Dryden,
and then heard of real heroine, of
whom the world will probably never
hear"
knew what was coming, but I kept
my face perfectly composed to listen.
When the story was finished, giving
Uncle George sly pinch to keep him
quiet, said:
What kind of looking person was
the wonderful heroineP'
Il never saw her; for although Bays
vile was the next village to Dryden,
never went there. But she was de-
scribed to me as tall, strong and mas
culine."
In short, my dear Lion" 1 said,
gravely, "she was perfect Elephant. y
Such stare as greeted me l am GER
tain never came upon Leo Roberts
face before or since that hour. His eyes
dilated till thought that they would
pop out of his dear, ugly face, and his
mouth opened in utter amazement.
Finally he remembered his manners,
and gasped:
Pardon me. Twas it really youp'
"Uncle George" / said, twill you
please introduce me properly to Mr..
RobertsP l believe he thinks your
niece must share your name"
With a flourish Uncle George arose,
and gravely introduced:
"Mr. Leo Roberts, Miss Olive Hud-
son-Miss Hudson, Mr.. Roberts,
After that we could not certainly be
strangers, and Mr.. Roberts came
"many a time and off, to dine with
Uncle George.
And one day there was wedding,
where the bride was very small, buried
in lace and orange blossoms, and the
bridegroom was ugly and good natured;
but it was true love match, fit end
ing for the Irritation commenced at
Dryden and Baysville, LOVER THE
WIRES"
The New Goodman.