The sun., 1891-07-13
NERVY TOM RICHARDSON.
STILL APPEARING AND DIsAPPEARING
IN ISLIP.
Mrs. Ruiand Meets the Outiaw and Jumps
When He Speaks to Her-He Wanted
TO Know Where His wife Was, but Mrs.
Rutland Was Not tho Woman to Tell Him


IsLIr. July 12-ominous click clicks sounded
from Squire Walters barn In Bay Shore last
night and this morning at the sound Of foot
steps in the road. Six Bay Shore men and Is.
lpers poked tho ends Of double barrelled shot
guns out OF cracks in the barn. and pointed
them In the direction OF the Sound. The Squire
himself with his 22-shot Winchester that Is
sure death at 1900 yards. had bigger crack
than the others. and was ready to fire first.
Every man held his breath and waited until
the owner Of the footsteps broke out into:
Shes my sweetheart I'm her beau.
She's my Annie, I'm her Joe,
Soon we will marry. never to part
Little AnniS Rooney Is my swestheart.
Then great big sigh was heard by the six
watchers and the Squire and the guns were
withdrawn. That song last niRht saved the
lives OF probaly dozen citizens. 1t was the
only means tho watchers had OF knowing that
the footstep maker. when he approached the
barn. was not Tom Richardson. the outlaw. At
midnight the six watchers and the Snuire re-
tired with their guns. They had been up two
nights hand running. waiting for the outlaw
to show himself. and they were tired out
They agreed to take three hours sleep. and
to return 10 their post at A. NJ.
Besides these six watchers In the Squire's
barn. there were dozens Of armed men about
the towns. who cooked their guns and peered
into the faces Of men who passed. Some Of
them had dark lanterns. and they would
spring up be'oro pedestrian and flash their
lights in his face. They sent the cod shivers
up and down his back and made his teeth
chatter for some time afterward. There
were men. too. In wagons. who followed all
strange wagons in the towns and flashed their
lanterns and guns in the faces Of the occu-
pants. A Sun reporter. who drove from Islip
to Bay Shore at midnight. was followed by one
OF these wagons. The man In 1t put out his
coach lights and kept his horses nose in the
back Of the reporters wagon. Three hundred
yards from the Squire's house the driver
whispered:
Now sing or whistle"
The reporter puckered bis mouth. and blew
out: She's my sweetheart" The lights in
the carriage behind were relit and the horse
was hauled up. Keep 1t up" whispered the
driver as he drew up In front Of the squires
house. A dark lantern flashed In the repor-
ter's face. and n voice from the darkness be-
hind 1t said: ITS you is iti" The Squire
made known his plan and the Sun reporter
Tom Richardson. the OUTLAW. is still at large.
@ he via sesss on @
them. The neiRhborhood is as much terror
1t be ss Sa dohps
men with guns are sent for: By the time they
tour tour o Of the neiahborhood.. always steering
IS Wants 10 sSoo
He is one Of those thinGs, you SEQ whom you
haze Ss. S.oas 'da p spsh false
boards and mouetaches and an assortment Of
goggles mostly blue ard green Every time
he was last seon but he Is 80 we'll known about
here that his disanises do not conceal his
Hri'l and IL nearly i5ishtensd = woman 10 death:
s lss xSS sls within h IG"s snhas sna 4
recognized at once as the outlaw appeared
sad the sSae
Squire Walter. mean"
Be auet sn now sS'f iii inc not hurt said
Mrs. Rutland reRained her spunk aud her
don't know whether he is homo or not"
Is be at home ?" again demanded the out
Mrs. rutland repeated that she did not know
"W.eii, Is his Oldest daughter home7" de-
DOR! fnoS hat" !! saia 4; Mrs: guland.
=. Have you seen her?" he asked.
answered 1'ps sos wan, to ind o%s' out whothes
they are home you'd better 60 to the house and
You think so.". said the outlaw. and with
Mrs. rutland said he wore a straw hat, gog-
treSsers S. He was was dressed. IL fact. ina In Very Very
stylish way for an outlay He iL did / not wear,
to To- s9uiie waIlers house and told tho Squire
and the watchers. OF course the outlaw was
S..Rs ShSG men sss xsn shs ssE aars h today
tssps @ % 81. ?, .IFhI Thsts sI there Is 10 9Ts 70
lance S Of about 100 Yards By small forest and and
hk grHTbh Of tSaa said III. son
,atohing him. You SEQ he may be right over
here PGpttnS hf ngeE s tGTard the wood
and can't see him. Pm not afraid Of him. but |
Pm not going oyer close enough for. him to get |
isad saHt SHOT, He R can pSl pistol as auics az
any man living. and TO have even fair show |
him TaI ss Ss 70 pf aUp on h%
ices me first then I go under with toes up. |
rheIe wsnt be any calls surrender and no
The Squire spent the morning htpntine his
md a fey oi the armed citizens. They xos no
S' S5sasoaHs! aSs!s md ' is7or 4s!.s:
DE- IL ss!d George T0xnds: Bay Shore ore
and that "Ihe country detective"
s 1Sa ssnx hS ss SssT s YsS s so
men had been on hand. So could he have been
'aught any day II there were good men on
Just why there should be any terror at all
lers is not apparent. Richardson's crimes have
. rs as crImes Of yiolenS's srs concerned ls
Vest, but that e not known. Apparently
imply because he Is know know to be !.,,t dead
Warming. The fright Of him has not, got
Except In the case Of Squire Waller's family.
rhe squire is tho only person In the family
yho dares go out; and A. takes his 22;shot
.nnie the outlaws wife. Is afraid to, 90 even
rom ths house IS The barn: which is s less than
iIsid even 60 g9 70 PEG; The fthhSa lite shlldisna
ecause there was man about Tho squire's
ext Oldest daughter said to the reporter yes
",Oh. j wish they would kin him. We would
Gel SO much safer. Why, Idon't dare go to the
tore Tor fear be will shoot mo or catch me
ONE way and lock me up to starve He Is ju-t
Taiting to Kill us or put us In one OF those
aves. Think OF It'll Chained down there un-
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