Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-12-07

out. Then laughed at myself for my
foolishness. They would never sus-
pect me after the cruel test to which |
had been put.
Every minute which wore so slowly
away seemed like an hour. was get
ting too wretched and nervous to sit
quiet another minute, when the train
started, with the ringing of bells, blow
ing OF steam, shouting and running
which accompanies such an event.
] scanned every lace near me for a
sign. At last, the conductor entered.
noticed that he scrutinized every fe-
male passenger very closely. When he
reached my seat he threw the rays OF
his lantern directly in my lace. |
| dared not speak, but | gave him a
most imploring look.
When be returned my ticket, he APP
parently wrote on the little slip the
usual cabalistic scratching, but in
reality it bore the words:
Cali right, keep up courage"
i gave long sigh of relief, sank back
IN my seat, and covered my face with
my hands. 1t seemed as if the dread
tul beating of my heart would be
heard on all sides.
l cannot tell how long we rumhled
along in the darkness. Icannot Judge
OF thet time, for to me it seemed an
eternity. Then the speed of the train
slackened, and we stopped. There
was rush of two or three men (who
had sat near the door, to the plat
form, and / saw something shining in
their hands. There was a sound of
pistol shots, shouts and curses.
| covered more closely in my seat, with
a wholesome fear of stray bullets.
1t was all over IN a lew minutes.
The Instructions which the robbers
had placed on the track were remov-
ed, and we were flying over the rails
again. There was great hubbub
and confusion i'll the car, and ques-
tions flew right and lett. AS usual the
officers were very non-committal, and
and very few OF the passengers really
knew what had happened.
By and by, my conductor las have
often called him since), came in and
sat down beside me.
Are the men caught? Did any get
away? Was anybody hurt? Tell me!
quick" exclaimed, all in breath.
eyes, they're caught safely bagged
in handouts and leg-irons. When
the dumb speak, great things are
accomplished, he ans wered, gaily.
Then ne added in sadder voice,
'iPoor Johnson, a brakeman, was
shot dead. It will be sad news for
the poor wife AMI little ones. Don't
you want to see them? Come and
look at the pretty birds you helped
to cage
Fer the second time | followed him,
and he led me to the car where the
| robbers were confined.
l glanced rapidly over the group.
| Where was the man who had lost the
teeth? The man who had gnawed
and torn at the piece of tobacco?
The man whom l felt sure was the
worst and wickedest of the lot?
In nv excitement | called aloud,
and asked how he had escaped. The
loud talking man recognized me at
once.
"Aha!" he snarled, raising his man.
acied hands, "you're the little devil
we've got TO thank fur this. You
HtOICh "OO' my POi e7OU o""ooJ S'NHJ
enough and he'll make it lively for ye,
when he gets ON to who blowed it.
Ye'd better be dead than take what's
before ye fur this nights work"
paid slight heed to his threat, for
my mind dwelt more on the still figure
of the brakeman, lying SO quiet under
| the sheet. whose whIteness was blotch-
| ed with great spots of his life blood;
on his stricken wife and helpless chill
dren, who had depended on his toll
for their daily bread.
The men were taken off the train at
| the next station, and sent back to
the city under strong guard, and
were safely locked up in jail before
daybreak.
There had been large reward offered
tor the apprehension of the loud talk
ing man, who was wanted on charge
| OF murder.
In spite Of my protests, the captors
declared that it should be gwen to me.
The very thought that it was blood
money, made the acceptance OF it 40
! horrent to me.
After a gooddeal of correspondence
on the subject, with their concurrence,
turned the money over to the wife
of the dead brakeman, feeling that
there was sort OF q pathic justice in
the deed.
The robbers were sentenced to long
terms in the penitentiary. The MUIR
derer met with his deserts upon the
scaffold.
The fame OF my exploit had gone be-
fore me, and when l reached my Cali
foInia friends, l found myself quite q
heroine, though l tried to bear my
| honors meekly.
have never seen the escaped rob-
Der, and have never been molested.
Still, when the night Is unusually
dark, and when ] am alone or unpro-
tected in any lonely spot, l seem to
see that scowling face, and those yell
low fangs gnawinc at the tobacco, and
| shudder at the thought that some
| day may see him in reality.
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