The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1879-04-03

had been heard in the vault. The win
dow Of the telegraph office faced the
street, so l returned, bolted myself in
safely, and sat down to watch.
/ was numb with the cold, when 7
heard afar of the sound of horses feet.
The building made q cOrnereof two
streets, and I saw eight mounted men
dash up the road, separate, and while
iour dlsmounted in front, four went to
the rear. The burglars were unnre-
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.
l could hear the hubbub, pistol shots
] hred, the scutfie of feet cries, Oaths, and
general confusion, and I slipped down
stairs, out Of the now deserted main en-
trance, and home. Everybody was
abed and went to my own room. had
a good crying spell, and comforted nv
half frozen body III double blankets.
where I soon fell asleep.
All this was on Friday night, and I
had no teaching 10 DO until Monday, 50
| slept late; but, coming down, found all
the family prepared TO make heroine
of me.
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.
I 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"
I flashed back
"What do you suppose such a woman
would look like2 She is nearly six feet,
broad-shouldered and loud-voiced-a
perfect elephant"
'cWas it really yourself, ElephantT'
Dear Lion, it really was"
'Do you know wanttO see you.
am going to New York to-day, but I'll be
back next spring. !"
If he came to Baysville he 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-nearly all my lifetilne-in
Cuba, came home to New Y ork, found
me out and took me into a life Of ease
and luxury.
One day Uncle George brought home
a stranger, whom he introduced to 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 a face that was
ugly, but pleasant from the
expression Of rare good humOr and intel |
fgence upon it. We talked Of every
thing, and I was surprised at the con- !
geniality Of taste We soon discovered. In |
an animated discussion of heroines, Mr.. |
turning to Uncle George, said: |
"You were kindly inquiring this morn |
ing about my fortune since father died, |
and did not tell you one little episode. |
Before l was fortunate enough to secure |
my present lucrative situation, was for |
a time telegraph operator in a small |
place called Dryden, and then 1 heard of |
4 real heroine of whom the world will |
never hear"
I knew what was coming, but I kept /
my face perfectly composed to listen. |
When the story was finished, giving |
Uncle George a sly pinch to keep him
luiet, I said
"What kind of looking person was
he wonderful heroine~
vile was the next village to Dryden, I
never went there. But she was de-
lcribed to me as tall, strong and quite
an short, my dear Lion," I said,
gravely, "she was a perfect elephant"
Such a stare as greeted me I am GER
ain never came on Leo Roberts face
before or after that hour. His eyes
lilated till 1 thought they would pop
out of his dear ugly face, and his mouth
opened in utter amaZement.
''Uncle George" I said, "wilI you
please introduce me properly to Mr..
Roberts. I 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
he bride was very small, buried in lace
md orange blossoms, and the bride
room was ugly and good-natured but
t was a true love match, most fitting
ending for the Irritation commenced
,yer the wires"