Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-01-16

any OF our funeral IN we didn't make
it one.
"But that Teller, with cloak with a
cape to it, sot up on deck a seem the
landscape DER, as the old hymn ses, an
O lookin' kinder rich an satisfied, jes'
told on himself, an we kinder Won
dered whar he kept the spondulics, if
he he'd 'em in his boots, or in belt or
his hat linin'. An we got to talllin' it
over inside, an the leetle woman spoke
up kind O. quick an ses she: Don't,
please! my baby is worse an sure
enuff it were, an had a kinder convul
sion that made us feel as if we were
murderers fur disturbin' of it.
'An' then somethin' happened. The
horses fust took to gallopiu', an there
were pistol shot, an the stage
stopped SO quick we was all in a heap.
The little woman grabbed her baby
an its piller an laid 'em both on the
seat an hung over them. Jest then the
door of the stage few open an a head
was stuck in. 1t were tibet of a man
with a mask on an he had pistol pint
ed ahead of him.
Get out, you fellers, he says, in n
low voice, but as plain as yc ever heard
in yer life; be lively, now Wc'r, in
q hurry; we amt goin' to hurt yer, if
so ye obey orders
'Sh-sh-shr' said the lectlc woman
who was hanging over her young I'm,
her face down close to its lips. Gentle
men, my poor child is going; let it die
in peace
Bother the brat says the man,
brutally; we amt emmy business with
wimmen an children. This way, fell
lers'
when we got out there was three
highwaymen an they had the driver
an the young Teller with the ovcrcOat
covered with their pistols, an were
swearin' like troopers cause they didn't
find any money; that is, not tho big haul
they expected. They took what we had
an after abusin' us all they dared an
tearin' our clothes off to search us they
let us go, firm regular fusilladc after
us an emptyin' their revolvcra.
might have bin very differently Situated
if hadn't met with such misfortune.
but it can't be helped now"
Lose much?" asked the Bible pol
der as he lighted his pipe at the stove
''All l had" and the cracker box
man sighed heavily, IAN bulls eye
watch my grandfather carried in the
revolutionary war"
did the baby die, an what become
of the younc f>!'cr &H1 the monNy?"
asked the cIot.i" ;-"Ael II II.
The baby died +. .yht there an then.
The mother were fannin' it when tho
stage were started up again and VIC
weren't more'n out of sight O thcr
robbers when she began to scream
and says she: My baby's dead! a,ll
she drew the shawl over its face and
wouldn't allow one of us to lay fin
ger on it.
Then the Teller on the outside, who
had been putty roughly handled, carae
in, and it 'peared that he was her
brother, tho why he didn't show mp
aforc was kind O. queer. ITowsulnevcr,
he says, says he:
It's all over, is it, sis?'
And she looks up kind of strange
an goes off into fit CT Magistrates,
that scared us most as bad as the other
performance did"
What became of the money!" asked
the Bible peddler.
Pm comm to tibet. When we got
to Decatur l stopped off, cause I'd got
homo, an SO did some of the others
But the leetlc woman kept on, an
heered later that the baby wasn't ne
baby at all, but bogus one, made OF
wax, an the cry was put into it, and So
were the money, every dollar of it, an