Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1878-10-01

two men working al the safe locks by the
stream of light thrown from dark Ian
tern. There was The outline of a man
bound and gagged. upon the floor, but
could only conjecture IT was Tom.
There l was, nicely Gagged, for it would
be impossible for me to draw those heavy
bolts without attracting notice. And the
bank was being robbed, that was evident.
IN c Id prevent it Suddenly | re-
nrmoercd he telegraph Office on the
second floor Il could summon help from
C! / Ses ouly five miles. and there
was a long job Tor the burglars before
they could open the safe.
Could creep around the s,aircase2 If
one OF those busy men turned his head
was lost. softly crept out on all iours,
slowly. watehfullY, and gained the stairs
Up | darted, blessing my Indis-rubbor
shoes, till l gained the door of the tele-
graph Office. All dark there, and dared
not strike s match.
| listened, and then CROPPED my way TO
the well known desk. and sent this mes
sage:
Burglars in the Baysvile Bank vault I
Wa,chmsn gagged and bound. Can you
send holp?''
Again the agony of suspense in listen
Ing, but at last the sound reached me-
win send help Immediately"
| crept TO the head of the staircase,
afraid the clear ring Of the instrument
bad been heard in the vault. The vim
dow of the telegraph ohico faced the street
so returned, bolted myself in safely and
sat down TO watch.
was numb with cold, when heard
altar Of the sound OF horses feet.
The building made corner of two
streets, and | saw eight mounted men
dash mp the road, separate. and while tour
dsmountcd in front four went 10 tho rear.
The burglars were unprepared for this
flank movement, Tor while the police in
front were laundering ut the main en-
trance. the robbers rushed TO the rear base
meni door. right into the arms OF the pc
lice stationed there.
l could hear the hubbub, pistol shots
fired, the scutne Of ieet, cries. oatbs, and
general confusion. and slipped down
stars, out of the now deserted main en-
trance, and home. Every body was sbed,
and l wont to my own room. bad good
cong spell, ,snd comfortod my half-frozen
body in double blankets, where soon fell
asleep.
All this happened Friday night, and
had no teaching to do until Monday, so
slept latei but coming down, found az
the family prepared to make heroine of
me.
tried to make The Knirh.'s promise
not 10 tell my adventure, but could not.
Before night All Baysville knew how o.
i've Hudson had csugh, the burglars.
was in the office with grandpa when over
sho wires came this message:
What does Olive Hudson look like
Everybody in Dryden is talking OF her
great exploit"
flashed back;
What do you suppose such woman
would look likeP She is nearly six feet,
road,shouldered and loud voiced-a per-
iect elephant
Was it really Yourself. Elephant"
Dear Lyon. il really WASP
DO You know | want TO see youP am
going to New York to-day but III be
back next spring.
II he came 20 Baysville he did not see
me; ran away in fit of shyness. In
March a wonderful thing happened. My
mothers brother. who had been seventeen
years-nearly all my liie-lime-in Cuba,
came home to New York. found me out.
and took mo into ile of ease and luxu-
~.
One day Uncle George brought home
q stranger whom ho introduced as
The son of an old friend, Olive, dear,
Mr.. Roberts"
l msde myself agreeable. as in duty
bound, TO Mr.. Roberts, man OF thirty or
thereabouts. with face that was down.
right ugly. but pleasant from the express
sion OF frank good humor and intelligence
upon it. We talked of everything and |
was surprised at the congeniality of tastes
we soon discovered. In an animated
discussion of beroines Mr. Roberts. turn
ing to Uncle George, said:
''You were kindly inquiring this morn
ing about my fortune since father died,
but did not tell you one little episode.
Before i was fortunate enough to obtain
my present lucrative situation, was for
atime telegraph operator in a small place
called Dryden, and then heard OF real
heroine of whom the world will probably
never hear"
knew what was coming, but KEEP.
my face composed TO listen. When the
story was finished, giving Uncle George
a sly pinch to keep him quiet, / said:
What kind of a looking person was
this wonderful heroine -
al never saw ber; for although Bays
vile was the next village to Dryden /