The Russellville Democrat., 1892-05-19

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 The sun he'd sunk b.kaa tha ridge, and Mr. Martin notsoed that the road had assamed a wii8er character.
 hI generally ride oa top. en- piained Joe, sthut tw0 ~ three times lately tbe staxs hss been robbed some one has eat tae ssraSs and lifted eH the trunks from t,e hind, so l was going to sit bark here and watch
 'fWbat good casid yoa dol asked Mr. Martin with an amnxaa smile.
 'I could holler, replied lee. confidently. And anyway ! ant afraid. There was a text that mother taught me And who is he that will harm you f ye are fol- lowers of that which is goodi
 You are a plucky little chap hope the robbers will not come to- night, for my daughter, Patty, would be greatly disappointed f I did nst bring back the tortoise sheii comb which l bought for her In Philadelphia. She is hardly old enough to wear it, bat | was whAf she wished me to bring. She wanted some peacock feathers, too, but those could not find
 f1 wish 1 had known t before, !" said Joe; there's a couple of pea cocks at the tavern. l could have sent her some feathers just as well as not.
 Mr. Martin stepped ahead with Joe, and patted Kate while the boy gave her part of an apple She seemed to him an intelligent horse, and there was a white star on her forehead between her gentle eyes. He was beginning to tire of his rough walk 20 bidding Joe good night he climbed into the stage. The passengers heads were was ging sleepily; they lunged heavily against one another, az the stage lurched from side to side, or jolted over the sshummocks. He could hear Joe whistIing cheerily without, and he did not imagine that he would fall asleep for long time. Nevertheless it was not long before he fsll into confused dream. It seemed to him that he was rolling down a long precipice; whack, whaek he bounded against the rocks, and yet it did not hurt him very severely. Joe was standing high up on the mountain side stretching his hands to him and calling in a far-away, stihed voice: "Mis-ter Martin l'' He woke suddenly, to find himself within tfre stage, but the cry sounded very real and seemed still to be ringing in his ears. Heshrust his head out into the darkness and listened, but there was no sound other than the tread of the horses and the grind of the wheels. He called "Joe," but there was no response. Possibly the boy had fallen asleep, and it would be un- kind to waken him. He dozed of again and when he finally awoke it was daybreak, and they had reached the summit of Laurel Ridge. The driver stopped to rest his horses, and Mr. Martin alighted to speak to Joe. To his as- tonishment there was no Joe there. His cry of alarm brought the driver to his side. The straps had been cut as before, and two or three boxes belonging to persons in the west had been removed. Only one trunk, the 1 property of the little bride, was missing. She wept bitterly when told that it was gone.
 "All my wedding presents, !" she l cried "there was quilted silk pet ticoat, too, and our wedding certif- cate, three silver spoons and a pair of brass candlesticks. o, dearl o, dear
 "It can't be helped, ma a'am," said the driver. "They got even q better haul last time. How in this world am l to send the mare back without the boyf l suppose 1 shall have to lead her on to the next | tavern, and send her down by the stage from the vest
 "Are you not going back to search for the boyf" asked Mr. Martin.
 "Oh the boy is well enough" the driver replied, carelessly; "you