The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-03-19

Ben, though as curious as kitten,
knew enough about horses to see that
the one he held must not be allowed to
stand with his flanks reeking from re-
cent exercise so he led him Off to the
stable, and having fastened and covered
him well up, he returned to the house
ms quickly as his legs could carry him.
At this moment all were startled, as
old Jerry came bungling into the yard
with elattering, ungalnly gallOp, strip
ped of his usual accoutrements. He
made his own way to the stable; and
Ben, entering the kitchen, found Susan
sitting by his grandfather in the chin
ney corner, while she recounted the ad-
venture she had met with.
9 Ben was right, you see, and L did
meet highwayman," she said, as her
spirits began to return. "But / am so
.grieved to have lost your money"
81 What does it matter, so long as you
are safe, my dear ?" said old Mr.. Dale,
patting her head
"Why, the horse you was riding is
worth more than what you've lost, I'll
he bound" cried Ben. "1t's beauty,
grandfather What brave clever trick
you played in riding Off on him, Susy
But why. was he so vexed about the sad
dleY Why, of course, he thought there
was money in it. That's where robbers
hide their plumber. I'll be bound there's
something in his saddle. I'll go and.
fetch it. Hurray!"
OF ran the lad, and calling one of the
mal, and groom him down immediate
ly.
The saddle, when removed, proved too
heavy for Ben to carry into the house,
and old Mr.. Dale, who had followed him
to see the horse, aided him to bring it in.
They laid it on the kitchen table, and
commencing searching it all over.
In the padding they found bank-notes
amounting to two hundred pounds, and
from an artfully concealed lining
under the saddle-flaps golden guineas
poured out in incredible numbers on to
the table.
"Oh, my eye!" cried Ben. Why,
;Susy, you're the robber, after all !"
" Oh, don't, Ben ~ said Susan, begin
aiing to cry.
The astonishment of the old people
was unbounded. They went on count
ing and counting till they arrived at the
sum of one thousand pounds, and they
looked from one to the other, scarcely
crediting their senses.
"Welll'' exclaimed old Mr.. Dale, ''the
Girst thing to be done is to give this up
TO the proper owners. Susan's nothing
its our duty to inform the patrol where
they are likely to find yonder ruffian.-
Deprived of his horse he cannot proceed
far from the spot, and Susan may as
well have any reward that the govern
ment may be ready to give; and this
fellow is very likely to be the man who
robbed the Yorkshire coach t'other day.
They offer hundred pounds to those
that find him."
ooh, pray, don't grandfather = pray
don't let me be the cause of his being
taken ~ cried Susan, imploringly.
Nonsense, my DEAR" replied the old
man; "when the path of duty is
straight and clear before you, you must
walk up it, though it's hard and un-
pleasant. You don't wish yonder thief
to take more money, do you, from those
perhaps that can i'll spare it 2'
Without delay Mr.. Dale dispatched a
man with a full description of the robber
and instructions to the patrol as to the
Likelihood of his being in the neighbor-
hood, and early the next morning a
search was set on foot in all directions
by the officials at Hazleton.
Within three days the notorious thief,
Bob Reeve (for such was his name, and
that by which he was known on the
road, was taken. The patrol had been
on his track since his attack on the
Yorkshire coach, and had no difficulty
in securing the villain when furnished
Ivy Mr.. Dale with the particulars of
Susan's rencontre with him, and her de-
scription of his person.
He was lodged in Jail, and was shortly
after convicted and executed. The
money found in the saddle was duly
handed over to the government, who Of
fered half the reward set on the mans
head to Susan. She, however, could not
bring herself up to accept it, but en-
treated that she might keep the robbers