The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1889-03-22
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the open road, when all at once:
: - .Stopi' - -e4sa
''He started back and saw three men
black-masked, and each with a pistol
in both hands.
:. Where's the coin?'
"'What coin? asked my father.
z"Oh, that'n do, governor. We
know all about iti' and at once they
hauled him of his saddle.
, Now, boys, said the leader of the
gang, who was big. powerful man.
with these words they instantly
proceeded to undress your grand
father. They took his boots oil and
examined them carefully; they ripped
open his coat and other garments; and,
while he stood shiyering there in the
cold, they examined every article of
clothing he had on.
L. Suddenly one Of the men called out:
"''Go for the saddler and, to my
fathers horror, they began to examine
that ~
After a search which proved fruit
less the leader said: We'll, reckon
it's no good. He amt got the coin!'
$50 with a grunt they threw my
grandfather his clothes, keeping his
boots only. They said: You can keep
your nag, governor, for he's too lame
for us. - yH--.s - ---@--' -
My father, who had retained his
usual GOODNESS all this time, said to
one of the men:
We'll, suppose you are the man
who is wanted by the police?
" Yes, I'm Jacky-Jacky'
" After dressing himself, and thank
ing the men for not molesting him any
further, my father mounted the lame
horse, and riding off reached home at
about four o clock IN the morning. OF
course your dear grandmother was in
an awful fright, and had not gone TO
bed at all.
:. After your grandfather had re-
lated his adventure to her, she said;
And what a good thing, dear, that you
did not have the money with your
" But / hndp
" You HGI! Where was itP'
" My father went outside, and, re
turning in q few minutes. he dragged
in the saddle, and placing it on the
| table, began with his pockct-knife TO
very carefully cut the small stitching
! underneath Ny mother looked on in
! great wonderment, and exclaimed:
But John, dear, you say thoy searched
the saddle
= . so they did, dear, but they forgot
!, that / should be equal to them. L had
old Brown, the saddIor, in my little
room at the hotel, and before 1 left,
these notes were carefully stitch a
IN with the padding. You
know, dear, that rs rule
now notes are merely slipped inside
the leather covering, but they did not
reckon 1 should have these really
stitched through
And there they were, literally
pierced with tiny holes. but none the
worse for that. And 50 my rathcr
saved the little church 600.
The next morning we heard an ac-
count of the same gang attacking the
mail-coach and shooting the driver
dead. My father often says that il
| they had taken Il fancy TO Bonnie
Bess,' which they would undoubtedly
have done had she not been lame,
| they might have carried of the saddle
too, and then Of course the money was
! theirs.
You may be sure the church peo,
! pie were very thankful, and il
acknowledgment Of his forethought
they presented him with an address,
knowing he would accept no present
! OF money"
When mother had finished her tale
we were all very sleepy, for it was
late; but we were a little bit nervous
think, during that night / had Al
! awful nightmare, in which l fancied
had money stitched up inside my very
| skin little Folks