The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1885-06-30
HIS BRAVERY.

A Mao Who Did Not Propose That Any
One Should BE Robbed While He WA
Around.
On Sunday evening there was an at
tempt at highway robbery on Prospect
avenue, two highwaymen ordering 6
citizen to hold up his hands They
fired shot at him, and he cried fol
help so loud that the robbers ran away.
The cry of Help" was the loudest cry
ever heard on that quiet street, and
was heard for several blocks. A mar
who lives within ear shot of the cry
was in saloon taking lunch the next
day when the subject of the attempted
robbery came up, and the crowd asked
him if he heard the cry, and rushed to
the rescue. He said he was just about
retiring for the night, and had got ev-
erything off except his undershirt and
drawers, when he heard the wild and
doleful cry, and the shot and a groan,
and it at once occurred TO him that
somebody was being murdered, so he
went down stairs, grabbed a shotgun
and plug hat, and went out on tho
front steps and saw what he supposed
was a man, and he said: Halt, and
throw up your hands, or will fill you
with buckShot." The man halted and
he kept him there until the patrol
wagon went rushing by, when he found
he had halted caSt-irOn vase
in the front yard. He said
after he found il was not man he had
halted, he took his gun and went out
on the lake bank and patroled, think
ing he might cut off the retreat of the
highwayman. He said he would have
captured them if they had come near
him. He said it was the duty of every
man, when he heard call for help, to-
rush out and render assistance, no
matter how dangerous pro-
ceeding it might be, and while
there were some citizens who would
bc afraid to 60 out in the night to see
what was going on. as for him, he
Knew no such word as fear. The
people in the saloon complimented the
speaker on his valOr, and he wiped his
moustache on a napkin hanging on the
bar and went out. That evening a
few neighbors dropped into his house
to play penny ante" and the subject
OF the robbery came up, when some
one asked the lady of the house if she
heard the cry for help. She said: Eyes,
heard it very plain, and heard the
shot, and l tried to get my husband to
go out and see what was the matter.
but he said twas nothing more than a
man killed, or something, and he
didn't feel like interfering, and so i
put an apron on my head and went out
on the sidewalk and walked up and
down for half an hour, until the patrol
wagon came, and then found out all
the particulars, and came in the house.
and my husband had got into bed and
pulled the clothes over his head, and
when / went to the bed to tell him
about the robbery he trembled all over
and told me his money was all in the
left-hand pocket of his vest. and his
watch was on the bureau, and for me
to spare the life of poor orphan who
never did any harm. Inasmuch as he
took me for burglar. l went through
his pockets and took the money, and
went to bed, but the bed was wet from
perspiration. my husband was so
scared" The shotgun man leaned
back in his chair so faint that he had
no control over full hand with aces
at the head. and one of the men who
was playing. and who had heard him
tell about the shotgun scene in the
saloon, raked in the pot on u pair OF
deuceS.-Pcck'S Sun.