The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1892-10-01
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II never flirt with strange women on
the train," observed Charley Corners, =
Philadelphia drummer, after he had list
ened with unmoved counteuance. to fun
ny story on the'subject told to group of
commercial cherubims at st. Louis no.
tel. IAN experience I had Eve years ago
cured me Of such propensities. struck
up an acquaintance in the usual way with
a pretty little blonde as We were bowling
through Pennsylvania. She appeared to
take quite fancy to me, and you may be
sure returned the feeling. She was
demure little thing, and when she said
that her father was hard working min
lister of the gospel of Uniontown, it
seemed the most natural thing in the
world. had quite wad with me, and
when I took out my pocketbook to get one
of my cards, she gave q little feminine
shrek at the sight of the roll had inside.
was chuckling to myself over the mash
had made on the little country maiden,
and was not at all sorry to learn that the
train would be delayed several hours at
Uniontown on account of a washout a few
stations ahead. The young lady pro-
posed that walk up to the parsonage
with her. I consented only too quick.
'Oh, know you'll like papa she said,
as she shot an arrow glance at me. He
likes company so much. And then my
brothers they are so nice.' I perfectly
agreed and we walked up the hill togeth-
er. About quarter of mile out from
the depot was the parsonage A ram-
bling, bleak old house, set up on high
bare knoll, whence a view of the country
for miles could be had, it certainly did
not realize the picture of the ideal pas
tors cottage I have always had in my
minds eye. Two ferocious looking ST.
berian hloodhounds sprang growing to
meet US, but they sank down at the word
from the girl. We stepped upon the
porch and as we did so the sharp click
of a revolver being cooked sounded not
three feet from my ear. turned and saw
the minister's daughter holding pistol
to my head. 1t was no tiny one, either,
and remember wondering abstractedly
how she could have carried it in her pock-
ct and how she could ever have found the
pocket. Another card, please, stranger
she laughed, and as mechanically drew
out my pocketbook she snatched it from
nv hand. Two double barreled shotgpns
protruding from the doorway caught my
attention about this time, each with astal-
wart form and scrowllng face at the end
of it. ! had been tricked, and neatly,
that was apparent. Rather warm vel
come, Mr.. Connors,' lisped the coy
maiden, 'but you know papa is so hospit-
able Papa grizzled old rascal who
held one of the shotguns, growled out
that it was about my train time, and I
suddenly remembered that it was. As I
started down the hill on double quick,
according to directions, the girl called me
back, and, with parting of the cherry
lips into one of those demure little smiles,
gave me s. bill and my 1000 mile ticket.
Did l ever get my money backa Did I
have the sparson' and his daughter arrest
ed2 My friend never did. That woman
was the famous Lydia Pastorius, mistress
of Frank Cooley, head of the Cooley gang,
of which everybody in Pennsylvania has
heard. They call her the "Bandit Queen
and says that she plans all of their Jobs.
and believe it. As for having her ar
rested, the man has never set foot in Fay
cite county that could do it. Time and
time again has the sheriff tried to raise
Il posse to break up the gang, but the
people of Fayette county simply shrug
their shoulders and shake their heads.
could tell you volumes that have heard
about the deeds of the gang, but started
nut to tell ysu about the parsons
daughter"