Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-07-18

for C. / could hear my heart
throb as l waited for the answer 1t
came! Still working in the dark, I
sent this message:
Burglars in the Baysville Bank
vault! Waterman gagged and bound !!
Can you send help 2"
Again the agony of suspense in
listening, butts at last the sound reached
me:
"Will send help Immediately.
l crept to the head of the staircase
afraid tho clear ring Of the instru-
ment had been heard in the vault,
but no ono came up stairs. The
windows of the telegraph office
faced the street, SO ] returned, bolt
cd myself in safely and sat dawn to
watch. $50 - 80
The town clock gave one resonant
stroke, breaking the deep silence and
no sIgns Of life were visible in the
long stretch ofroad leading 10 c.
| was numb with cold, wishing heart
lily that / had not left Toms basket
under the staircase, thinking reg.et-
fully OF my cosy bed, when hoard
afar off the sound of herses feet.
No sister Anne, in Blueheard's tow
er, was ever more watchful than I
was then. Would the burglars take
the alarm.
The building made a corner of
two streets, and l saw eight mount.
ed men dash up the road, separate,
and while four dismounted in front
four went to the rear.
The burglars are unprepared for
this flank movement, for while the
police ia front were thuudering at
the main entrance, the ROBBERS rushed
to the rear basement door right into
the arms of the police station there.
| could here the hubbub. pistol
shots fred, the scuffie of feet, cries,
oaths, and general confusion and
slipped down stairs and out of the
now deserted main entrance and ran
home.
Everybody was in bed, and |
went to my room aud had good
crying spell, and comforted my half
frozon body in double blankets,
where | soon foil asleep.
All this was on Friday night, and
| had no teaching to do until Mon.
day, SO slept late, but coming down,
1 found all the family trying to
make heroine of me.
Il never know until mother told
me this morning. said Tom, that it
wasn't grandpa who sent the teie-
graph to C. By Jove, Olive,
you're spunky ifyou are little.
Il gave up when tour of them
pounoed on me from one Of the up
per rooms. They must have got in
during The day and hid there.
l tried to max the knights prom.
lee not to tell my adventure, but
could not. Before night all Bays.
Vile knew bow Olive Hudson caught
the burglars. was in the Office
with grandpa, when over the wires
came this message:
sWhat does Olive Hudson look
like ? Every body in Dryden is talk
ing of her great exploit
l flashed back:
WHAT do you suppose such wom-
an would look like ? She is nearly
six feet tall, broad-shoulJered, loud
voiced, perfect Elephant
'Was it really yourself, Elephant
sDear Lion, it was.'
DO you know, want tosee you.
| am going to New York to-day, but
III be back next Spring.
fine came to BaysviIle he did not
see me. | ran away in fit of shy
ness.
In March q 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 life OF ease and lux
ury, making me pet in his splen-
did house. He was bachelor, over
fifty years of age, handsome and
we'll Informed with large wealth.
He introduced me 10 old friends
of his, and my circle of acquaintan nee
widaned every day. | was entirely
happy, for we loved each other we'll.
One day Uncle George brought
home to dinner stranger who was
introduced as:
'rhe son of my old friond Olive,
Mr.. Roberts, s
L made myself agreeblo as in duty
bound. to Mr.. Roberts, man OF
thirty or whereabouts, with face
that wac downright ugly, but pleas
ant from the expression of frank
good humor and intelligence upon it.
We talked of every thing, and | was
at the congeriality of taste
we soon discovered. In an animated |
discussion of heroines, Mr.. Roberts,
turning to Uncle George, said:
gsYou were kindly inquiring this
morning about my fortune since
father died, | did not tell you ono lit.
tie episode. Before / was fortunate
enough to obtain my present lucra-
tive situation | was for time tele- |
graph operator in smaa place call
ed Dryden, and then | heard Of q
real heroine OF whom the world will
probably never hear.
| knew what was coming, but kept
my face perfectly composed to listen.
When the story was finished, giving
Uncle George a ely pinch. TO keep
him quiet, L said: t #tI8 M
".What kind of looking person
was the wonderful heroino?"
81 never saw her, for although
Baysville was the next village TO
Dryden, mover went there. But
she was described to mo as tall
strong and masculine" a
"1n short, my dear Lion,,'a | said
gravely, ''she was perfect Ele-
plant"
Such a stare as greeted me am
certain mover came upon Leo Rob-
erts' face before or since that hour.