Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-12-20
ASHTABULA OHIO FRIDAY, DECEMBER 90, 1878.
I was numh witb ~. ool5 ~,

MAS .AuuU VIII the cOtQ, RQeQ
heard afar off the sound of horses feet.
The building made q corner of two
streets, and l saw eight mounted men
dash up the road, separate, and while
four dismounted in front, four went to
the rear. The burglars were unDre-
pared 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
fred, the scCffle of feet, cries, oaths. and
general confusion, and slipped down
stairs, ont of the now deserted main en-.
trance, and home. Everybody was
abed and went 10 my own room, had
good crying spell, and comforted nv
half frozen body iu double blankets.
where soon fell asleep.
All this was on Friday night, and I
aad no teaching to do until Monday, so
slept late but, coming down, found all
the family prepared to make heroine
of me. taf
tried to make the knights promise
not to tell my adventure, but could not.
Before night all Baysville knew how
Olive Hudson had 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 Of her
great exploit" rs7 70 2
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 @
"Was it really yourself, ElephantP
Dear Lion, it really was"
'Do you know / want to see you. I
am going to New York to-day, but I'll be
back next spring"
Ifhe came to Baysville be did not see
me. ran away in a fit of shyness..
In March a wonderful thing happened.
Ny mothers brother, who had been sew
enteen years-DearIy allny lifetime-in
Cuba, came home to New York, found
me out and took me into life of ease
and luxury.
One day Uncle George brought home
a stranger, whom he introduced 70 me
as
"The son of an old friend, Olive, dear,
Mr.. Roberts"
made myself agreeable, as in duty
bound, to Mr.. Roberts, ? man of thirty
or thereabouts, with face that was
downright ugly, but pleasant from the
expression of rare good humor and intel
iigenee upon it. We talked Of every
thing, and was surprised at the con-
geniality of taste we soon discovered. In
an animated discussion of heroines, Mr..
Roberts, turning to Uncle George, said:
You we're kindly inquiring this morn
ing about my fortune since father died,
and l did not tell you one little episode.
Before was fortunate enough to secure
my present lucrative situation, I was for
a time telegraph operator in a small
place called Dryden, and then l heard of
real heroine of whom the world will
probably never hear"
I 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 locking person was
the wonderful heroine p
II 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 quite
masculine"
AIN short, my dear Lion" 1 said,
grayely, "she was perfect elephant"
Such a stare as greeted me am GER
tain never came on Leo Roberts face
before or after that hour. His eyes
dilated till I thought they would pop
out Of his dear ugly face, and his mouth
opened in utter amazement.
"Uncle George I said, "wiH you
please introduce me properly to Mr..
Roberts. believe he thinks your
niece must share your name"
After that We could not certainly be
strangers, and Mr.. Roberts came many
time and oft" to dine with Uncle
George. -.
One day there was a wedding where
the bride was very small, buried in lace
and orange blossoms, and the bride
groom was ugly and good-natured but
it was true love match, most fitting
ending for the filtration commenced
over the wires"