Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1878-07-10
VOL. 73.-3743. NO. 80.

the clear ring Of the instrument had been
heard IN the vault; but no one came up
stairs. The window Of the telegraph office
faced the street, so returned, boited myself
in safely, and sat down TO watch. 'l
The town clock gave one resonant stroke,
breaking the deep silence, and no signs of
life were visible on the long stretch Of road
leading to c.. i was numb with cold,
wishing heartily that had not left Toms
basket under the staircase, thinking regret
fully Of my own cozy bed, when heard afar
off the sound Of horses feet.
No sister Anne, in Blue Boards tower,
was ever more watchful than | was then.
Would the burglars take the alarm
The building made a corner of two streets,
and | 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 sta
toned there.
| could hear the hubbub, pistol shots
fired, the scufile of feet, cries, oaths and
general confusion and slipped down stairs.
out OF the now deserted main entrance and
home
Everybody was abed, and went to my
own room, had good crying spell, and com
forted my half frozen body in double blank
cts, when / 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 pre-
pared TO make heroine of me.
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"
al gave 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 of my adventure but could not. Be
fore 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 like
Everybody in Dryden is talking about her
great exploit"
flashed back
would look like She is nearly six feet,
broad-shouldered and loud-voiced-a perfect
elephant"
"Dear Lion, it really was !"
"Do you know l want to see you / am
going 10 New York, to day, but III be back
next spring"
If he came to Baysville he did not see me.
| ran away in a fit Of shyness.
In March wonderful thing happened
My mothers brother, who had been seven
teen years, nearly all my lifetime, in Cuba,
came home to New York, found me out,
took me into a life of ease and luxury, max
ing me his pet in his splendid house. He
was a bachelor, over fifty years of age,
handsome and well informed, with large
wealth.
He introduced me to old friends of his
own, and my circle of acquaintances wild
ened every day. was entirely happy, for
We loved each other well.
One day Uncle George brought home to
dine a stranger whom he introduced to
me as:
"The son of an old friend, Olive, Mr..
Roberts,
made myself agreeable, as in duty bound,
to Mr.. Roberts, a man of thirty or there
abouts, with a face that was downright
| ugly, but pleasant from the expression of
| frank good humor and intelligence upon it.
| We talked of everything, and | was surprised
cred. In an animated discussion of hero
ines, 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 of one little episode. Be
fore | was fortunate enough to obtain my
present lucrative situation, | was for time
telegraph operator in a small place called
| Dryden, and there 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 sly pinch to keep him quiet, said
"What kind of looking person was the
wonderful heroine ?"
Il never saw her; for although Baysville
was the next village to Dryden, l never
went there. But she was described to me as
tall, strong and masculine"
"In short, my dear Lion," said, gravely,
"she was perfect ELEPHANT
Such stare as greeted me | am certain
or since that hour His eyes dilated till l
face, and his mouth opened in utter amaze
ment. Finally he remembered his manners,
and gasped:
"Pardon me, Twas it really you 2"
"Uncle George" said "will you please
introduce me properly to Mr.. Roberts 2 l
believe he thinks your niece must share your
) name"
With flourish Uncle George arose, and
gravely introduced;
"Mr. Leo Roberts, Miss Olive Hudson
Miss Hudson, Mr.. Roberts"
) After that we could not certainly be
strangers, and Mr.. Roberts came "many q
time and oft " 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 ending for the filtration
commenced at Dryden and Baysville, ovET
THE WIRES.