The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1889-02-22
"Tbree or four, | could not say
IL heard a shot; was you hitp"


al can not say, for just as fired
some villain struck my arm and
knocked the pistol from my hand"
"Did they take any thing from you9"
81 think not had but little they
could take, except my life, and I'm
sure it was only your opportune ar
rival that prevented them taking that"
"Ilayc you any idea who they werep"
"NO, sir, | am an utter stranger
| here" answered the wounded man.
They drove along slowly, for the
stranger was suffering intense pain.
When they arrived at farmer Miles
! house, they found tho wounded
Strangers horses standing meekly by
! the gate with Il remnant Of tho shat
| tered buggy attached TO them. The
farmer went in and broke the news TO
! his wife and daughter, who wero still
up in the sittng-room.
"Whcro arc the Doys?" asked the
farmer
"They are in bed," answered his
"I'll 20 and meet thern," said Mr..
Miles.
Ilo hurried upstairs 10 their rooms.
John and Ben answered his calls.
"Where is WaiterP' he asked, as
John appeared at the door Of his room,
rubbing his eyes rather slcepiy.
ain his bed said John.
"Iurry up you fellows; there's been
robbery down the road, and almost a
murder. I've got II wounded man in
the wagon, YOU must all come out and
help carry him i'm
As Walter Brownfcld still did not
la Iii nd
preached his bed and found it unoc-
cupicd.
"Waltcr Is not here, where is hep"
asked Mr.. Niles.
"IIc went to bed there" said John,
who being now thoroughly awake, was
dressing rapidly.
ayes, but he got up two hours ago
and went out, said Ben; "he's not
been back since
The farmer staggered "a if he had re-
cciycd blow. Dave Black must be
right and Walter is one OF the robbers
who attacked the stranger on the
Bushvillc road.
lie said nothing, however, but hur-
ricd out with John and Ben to carry in
the W .ndcd man. When Mr. Brown
had been placed in bed and made as
comfortable "a possible, Ben Miles was
sent to put away the horses and John
10 Bushvillo 10 inform the sheriff and
bring a doctor.
Upon examining Mr. Brown inju-
rics, Mr.. Miles discovered that he had
several bruises about the head and
shoulders, and his left arm was broken.
John had been gone nearly an hour
when the door opened and Walter
BrOwniicld entered the sitting-room,
his face flushed and palcd by turns,
and to Mr.. Miles appeared decidedly
guilty. Ills astOnishmcnt knew no
bounds mt the sight of the wounded
man
"Whcro have you been, WalterP'
asked thc farmer.
ii did not feel well, and arose from
my bed TO take walk in tho night
air.
THAT settles it," thought the farm
or, though hc said nothing. "Ilo is n
robbcr. and to think that l have been
harboring him
The farmer no longer doubted Wal
tors guilt, but his great desire was to
! Should he have Walter arrested the
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| fore he must bidc his time.
Ben told Walter all he knew about
! the attack on Mr.. Brown, and how, If
his father had not charged down To the
rescue i'm twO-hOrsn wagon, he would
have been killed. Walter listened in
! real. though Mr.. Miles construed it to
! bc only II fcigncd, wonder. The doc
| tor came, rs did the sheriff The form
| cr set the arm and dressed the wounds,
! and the latter had "A long conversation
! with Mr.. Miles and departed. For
! three or four DAYS the sheriff with n
! posse of men rode about the country,
! but found no clue to the would-be rob-
bcrs and a,sassins.
ThcncNt day Mr. Miles met Hawk
! ius, his thriftcss ncighbOr, and gave
! him IN amusing account of how he had
frightened II dozen brigands, and run
! them from an intended victim.
"Who were thcyp' asked Hawkins
IL have no idea"
"Couldn' YOU see emp
"Sco thcmP no; it was dark as a
stack of black cats | couldn't see my
hand before me, but | heard them
! knocking and swearing. | heard n
pistol shot. and knew that business OF
n serious nature was going on.
And have you no idea who they
wcrcP" asked Jack Hawkins, with n
look of intense interest
"No, | have not.' was the answer
of the farmer, after few moments
reflection.
lie thought To himself: II better
not tell Jack. because he'll be sure to
tell that trlling Bill Martin, and it'll
bo sure To bc all over the country"
"ls the stranger bad hurtP'
"Ics, but not dangerous; he has a
broken arm and some bruises of the
head
"Docs he know who the robbers
wcrcP"
"No; he's stranger here, and
knows no one bus Mr.. Smallwecd, the
banker. His namc is Brown, and h,
has just returned from California. III
is immensely rich, | think. but has al
his gold in Smallwecds bank a
Bushvillc.'
As they were on the point OF scpara
ton, Mr.. Miles inquired rs to tn
whereabouts ot Hll Martin, and wa
informed that he Mad received
slight injury in shc shoulder by bein!
thrown from horse. aud would prob
ably be confined to his bed for scvcra
DAYS.
Pmkcy Miles was the nurse Of tn
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