Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-12

patience became exhausted at last, and
plstol-shot which grazed my cheek
warned me of the danger of my longer
remaining in that position. 1t had been
hred through the panel OF the door.
rushed to the window and gazed out
upon the lawn below. The distance was
great, and it seemed to me that, while
torture awaited me if captured by the
leap from the window ..
What should I do? The distance to
Uncle Toby's house was but five miles.
which the pigeon must have covered by
tins time. But suppose the bird should
not be discovered? Suppose Uncle Toby
mad gone to his room for the night, and
my message would not be seen and read
before morning? The very thought was
SO agonizing to me that refused to en-
terrain it.
All this time the fellows were WORKING
at the door. The bolt was forced. and
slowly but surely the barricade was
yielding to the power outside. 1 saw a
masked face peer through the opening
thus made, and the glimmer of the dark
lantern outside, I could remain no long
or. Death itself seemed preferable to the
| uncertainty Of my fate at the hands OF
these desperate men. I rushed to the
| window, and, without hesitation, Jump
ed. 1t seemed to me to be a lifetime be-
tore struck the ground, and when I did,
rolled over upon the grass temporarily
paralyzed from the shock had received,
When attempted to rise, the GRIN of an
iron hand pressed my throat, and I felt
the cold steel of pistol as 1t was pressed
against my temple.
10 resist meant death. The house was
surrounded. held my peace while the
robber proceeded to bind me; for when
ever displayed any restlessness that cold
steel was pressed against my head. The
only struggle made was when he at
tempted to insert a gag in my mouth !;
but had to submit, for 1 received q
blow from the butt Of the fellows pistol
that multiplied the stars that saw in
the heavens a hundredfold,
Completely discouraged, gave myse
up In despair. I resisted no longer. Clos
ing my eyes to shut out, as it were, the
gloomy prospect before me. Somewhat
surprised at the long delay of the robber
IN pertectln!5 my pinioning, I opene my
eyes.
Uncle Toby stood over me. Stretched
upon the grass by my side was the man
who had secured me, a gaping wound in
his head afording an explanation of the
sudden ending of his attempt upon my
liberty.
A dozen determined and well-armed
men were with him. The masked rob-
bers at first showed q disposition to re-
sist, but on reflection, seeing the hope
lessness OF any such attempt they sur
rendered Internationally. At the next
term OF the court, they were each SEN
fenced to fifteen years Imprisonment.
Uncle Toby was making his final round
OF his grounds on the night in question.
when his attention was attracted bv the
rustling of birds wings. Itentered the
plgeon-cote. Unable to control his Gu
rlosity, and anxious to ascertain the cause
OF such peculiar proceeding, he procur
eel ladder, assembled to the cote, and
there to his surprise, he found that the
carrler-pigeon had already return ed, and
with message. He read it, summoned
his neighbors, and arrived just in time to
bag the fellows.
The old bird is dead now, but while it
lived there was not money enough in our
town to bu; ii from me.