Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1885-09-26

after the Winslows' arrival, the regular
I crowd of losfers were gathered In the
back part Of the store where Bill HIg-
/ gins was reading an ancient copy Of the
/ CHICAGO Tribune and interpreting Its
] contents to his audience.
] Passing from one sensation to another
/ Bill presently remarked:
/ Clock q here; here's a Cus5 by the
/ name of Patrick June, Irish, I reckon,
! that 8 been robbing the immigrants at
/ the Chicago depots for the last six
months, and they've just caught him.
/ 20 that's nothing" Interrupted BUD
! Watts. give Us something about muir
/ der: hain'J nobody been killed latelyp'
"Now you Just hold your HOSES, Bud
| Pm a resdin' this paper 1 reckon" Bill
/ replied with an air of superiority.
/ ''Yt s-sir ee, they've jist caught him,
/ and what does he do but give 'em the
/ slip. the clean slip, an run on an
80 dry up" again put IN Bud read
/ somethin' interestln'; sOmethln' about q
haDgin'; what's all that stuff amount tor
'.Dry up yerself All this yher what
l L N tellin' lust simply amounts TO this:
| that the last that was heerd Of that Irish
man he had left Indianapolis for Cincin-
natl, an as he hain't never got to CinCin-
natl he must have jumped from the cars
| sOmers between them two places, and
them as orter know suspects that 1t was
on the top grade about a mile from
Grimes place. l reckon 1t don't make
no difference if that air rObber an muir
derer an thief is a pOkin' around this
town at this yer very mlnltG Well that's
all it amounts to" and Bill arose with
an air Of triumph.
On this same droWsy afternoon Miss
Jerusba Lukes sat in the parlOr of Mrs.
Sarah Higgins. Their conversation fol-
lowed the usual course, which sooner or
later Generally sooner found its subject
In the WinslOw family.
1t was easy to see that Miss Jerusha
bad something new and of especial in
terest to reveal on this subject, and she
deity led up the momentous revelation
with the information that the WinsloWs
used white table cloths. "Just think of
it, SaTy Higgins" said she" white table
clothes, and no company for dinner,
neither"
20 do tell" exclaimed Mrs. Higgins
with interest"
Eyes, and there's something wrong
about them people, something mysteri-
GUS "
"For the lands sake! Jerusha, what
dye mean?'
II don't wonder that you hain't got
nary suspicion of what's up. For land of
love, it would be the last thing for hon
est folks to suspect. But when sech
things is set right up before our very
eyes, as they was set before mine, it's our
bOundin' duty to open our eyes and look
at 'em and expose 'em. Them folks
which call themselves WinslOWs, that
amt their name at all, no mOre'n It's
mine or yOurn, Sary Higgins, its only
their-their-What is it Arthurs call 1t
when they change their name so as no
body won't know it's them2"
mon be fiume?" suggested Mrs. Hig-
gins.
eyes, their non be hume, and I reckon
they've had some terrible disgrace and
don't want nobody to foller 'em up.
Well, I Was settin' in their kitchen this
mOrnin'. had come over to borrow some
yeast, not that needed it, goodness
knows, but jist 50 as to be sOshible ike.
/ was a setIin' there when in comes Mr..
WinslOW all hot an putin, an he throws
off his coat an Starts for the pump 8
rOllin' up his sleeves when 1 seen IN big
red letters on his arm-big red letters
that have been branded on"
''Sary - sounded a voice at the front
gate. "Oh S4ry," and Mrs. Higgins looked
IN that direction with manifest Impa-
thence and at the sudden interruption of
such a thrilling climax.
"Oh Sary, run up stairs in the attic and
bring down my old army musket, quick"
For goodness sakes, Bill" cried his
wife, what is the matter; what are you
going to do with it?"
"Haint got no time for questions; bring
it along; got to catch that cOWardly, boss
stealin' murderOus, rObberOus Pat June
before night Or
Bill probably intended to add the word
"bust," but he didn't finish the sentence.
He was Interrupted by q wild, hysteriCal
shrek from the house, and Miss Jerusha
Lukes fell breathless to the floor.
They didn't have to bring her to. Miss
Jerusha was not used to male attention,
and years Of experience had taught her
not 10 expect it. So she drew herself up
to a sitting posture, and waving her
arms in every direction shrieked: Its
himl it's him! seen i'll seen the name
burned on his arm! seen It'll They
ca ls themselves WinslOWs, but they
AIM! / seen it with my eyes and 1
know i'll"
1t was from such incoherent exclama-
tiOns that the sheriff and crowd of armed
men who had collected in the front yard
had to draw an idea of the situation, for
Miss Jerusha could not be induced to
calm herself and give any more lucid eZ-
plantations.
There can be no better time than now
to explain the presence Of this belligerent
crowd.
When Bill Higgins had ceased read
ing, the escaped convict became the one
subject Of conversation. They discussed
him and his probable hiding place, draw
ing literally on their imaginatiOns the
while until each one in the constantly
growing crowd became fully convinced
that Patrick June was proWling about
Mud creek only waiting proper time to
sWoop down and fulfill his terrible mis-
sion of devastation and death.
Various plans for defense against his
human monster were discussed, until
the sheriff, who dropped in to buy plug