The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1881-05-05
he walked up to the desk and shook
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Say! is this lockedP' he asked.
The frightened blood came hot and
indignant into Dollie's young cheeks.
Inc man was a robber, after her faith
ers money. She took her hands out OF
the dlshwater where she had begun
washing. up the cooking dishes, and
walked into the sitting room.
" See herer' she said boldly. 81
Know you; you are Jim Green. What
do you want here?''
" Money! laconically. "rve seen
your father at the village; know he
hasn't got the money Kent paid him
with him, so think it must be here.n
He shook the lid violently and peered
about it's edges.
" How dare you try to rob house in
open day?" asked Dollie. Don't YOU
know you will be arrested and sent to
jail?n "
81 No, l won't" answered Green.
coolly "Pm going out of the country
tonight Come, want the keysr'
Dollle turned scornfully away, but
gave longing glance out at the win
dow.
" expect my father every moment" !"
she said. 6 He has the keys with him.
You needn't expect him at pres.
ent, answered Green, still at work
upon the desk. -" His horse cast a shoe,
and he's at the blacksmith's and likely
to stay for while.'
!" Well, he has the KEYS with him.
replied Dollie, still coolly. lyon had
better take yourself off. NY brothers
RI
ment''
%, know all about thatr' respond
ed Green, taking huge pocket-knife
from his pocket and proceeding to force
the lock.
What could Dollie do? The house
was half mile off the main road, and
that distance from any living soul.
Ihere was not weapon of any kind
under its roof. If there had been Dollie
knew she would be more afraid of pistol
than she was of Jim Green
But the swapping of the lock and the
Villains long-drawn " "Ahr' of satisfac-
tlon, almost frenzied her. Her honest,
hard-working old fathers money-she
must save it if she flew at the rascal and
scratched out his eyes!
A sudden thought came to Dollie.
She went into the buttery and took
down a small, wide-mouthed bottle.
closely corked and marked "Cavenne
Pepper" She took out the cork, con-
cealed the bottle in the palm of her
hand and went into the other room.
Green had not found the money. but
he had seized upon fine gold repeater
which belonged to Mr.. Durand. and
which he used only upon rare occasions.
His never-failing companion was big,
silver time-keeper, which he carried in
his fob ..-..-.--.
"Ahn' repeated Green again, and
hurried to the still open door of the
kitchen to examine the watch more
closely.
He had time to see, by the fading
sunset light, that it was even more val
liable than it had at first seemed to be.
but Jim Green's eyes did him little 9TH
er service for many weeks.
Dollie raised her little hand, and
quick as lightning dashed portion of
the fiery compound in his face
With shrek of agony, the man
dropped the watch and clenched his
hands over his eyes as he leaped out
into the yard. With howls and wells
he danced about the door-yard and was
tumbling over the wood-pile as Dollie
saw him last, before she locked and
double barred the door.
She picked up the watch, restored it
and went to the window. She had to
wait but short time before her faith
er's wagon-wheels rolled into the yard
She flung up the sash as her father
and brother sprang out and approached
the suffering mortal, who was still kick
ing and bowling in the wood-pile.
''His eyes are full of cayenne pepper.
Ned! He was stealing your money,
fatherr'
She saw her vigorous young brother
collar the already punished man and
pull him upon his feet, while her faith
er recognized him with ordinations
of amazement.
But, his cries and means continuing.
they finally decided that he had been
punished sufficiently, and after awhile
let him 60.
He sneaked away, and without the
booty he had so confidently expected to
obtain.
When the excitement was over, Dol
lie, like any other woman, had a crying
spell; but her father and brothers, to
this day. tell proudly how she saved
the money.-Satmrday Night.
Pensacola, with a population of
1901, according to the recent census.
and continual influx of strangers, en-
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