Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1883-10-06

1 listened, and then leaving the door
open, groped my way TO the well-known
desk and gave the signal FOR c..
could hear my heart throb Is | waited for
the answer. 1t came! Still working In
the dark, sent this message:
Burglars in the Baysyillc bank vault!
Watchman gagged and bound! Can you
send help"
Again the agony of suspense in listen
ing, but ut last the sound reached me;
"Will send help immediately"
crept to the head OF the staircase afraid
the clear ring OF the instrument had been
heard in the vault, but 10 one came up
stairs The windows Of the telegraph
office faced the street, so returned, bolt
ed myself in safely and sat down TO watch.
The town clock gave one resonant strehc,
breaking the deep silence, and no signs OF
life were visible in the long stretch Of
road leading to c.. was numb with
cold, heartily wishing that had not left
Toms basket under the staircase, think
inc regretfully of my own cosy bed, when
heard afar off the sound of horses feet.
No sister Anne, in Blucbeard's tower,
was ever more watchful than was then.
Would the burglars take the alarm9
The building made corner of two
streets and saw eight mounted men dash
up the road, separate, and while four dis
Tod in,
The burglars were unprepared for this
flank movement, for while the police in
front were laundering at the main en-
trance, the robbers rushed TO the rear base
mcnt door right into the arms Of the police
stationed there.
could hear the hubbub, pistol shots
fired, the scuille of feet, cries, oaths and
general confusion; and slipped down
stairs and out of the now deserted main
entrance and ran home.
Everybody was in bed, and | went TO
my room, had crying spell, and comforted
my half frozen body in double blankets,
when soon fell asleep. -
All this was on Friday night, and had
no teaching to DO until Monday; so slept
late, but coming down found all the fam
lily prepared to make heroine of me.
81 never knew, until mother told me
this morning." said Tom, "that 1t wasn't
grandpa who sent the telegram to C.
BY Jove, Olive, you're spunky, if you are
little"
Tom then described in detail his expert
ence, and added:
81 gave up when four of them pounccd
on NE from one of the upper rooms. They
must have gotten in during the day and
hid there"
tried to make the knights promise not
to tell my adventures, but could nO.. Be-
fore night all Baysville knew how Olive
Hudson caught the burglars. was in the
office with grandpa, when over the wires
came this message:
"What does Olive Hudson look like.
Everybody in Dryden is talking about her
great exploit"
flashed back:
"NNhat do you suppose such woman
would look like? She is nearly six feet
tall, broad shouldcrcd and louI-voiccd-a
perfect Elephant?"
"Was it really yourself, Elephant"
'Dear Lion, it was !"
"Do you know, want to sec you. |
am going to New York to-day, but I'll be
back next spring"
If he came to Baysville he did not sec
me. ran away in tit OF shyncss.
In March wonderful thing happened.
Ny mothers brother, who had been II
years-nearly all my lifetime-in Cuba,
came out TO New York, found me out, and
took INC into life OF ease and luxury,
making me pet ia his splendid house.
He WAS bachelor, over fifty years of age,
handsome, and well-informed, aud with
large wealth.
He introduced me to old friends of his,
and my circle OF acquaintances widcned
every day. l was entirely happy, for we
loved each other we'll.
One day uncle George brought home TO
dinner a stranger, who he Introduced as:
"The son Of my old friend, Olive, Mr..
Roberts"
| made myself agreeable, Us in duty
bound, to Mr. Roberts, a man Of thirty,
or thereabouts, with face that was down
right ugly, but pleasant from the express
sion of'frank good humor aud intelligence
upon it. We talked of everything, and 1
was surprised at the congeniality Of taste
we soon discovered. In an animated dis
eussion Of heroines, Mr.. Roberts, turning
70 uncle George said:
''You were kindly enquiring this morn-
ing about my fortune since father died,
but did not tell you one little episode.
Before was fortunate enough to obtain
nv present lucrative position, was for q
time telegraph operator in a small place
called Dryden, and there heard Of true
heroine, of whom The world will probably
never hear"
knew what was coming but kept my
face perfectly composed to listen. When
the story was finished, giving Uncle George
a sly punch to keep him quiet, said:
1What kind Of looking person was
this wonderful heroine?"
IL never saw her; although Baysyillc
was the next village to Dryden, 1 never
went there. But she was described To ine
as tall, strong and masculine"