Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-10-19

AT any rate, upon hearing the thire
message my mind instantly reverted
to the huge box in the freight corner
The pa~rtitioning of my little apart.
ment did not extend as high as the
roof, but merely to a distance Of
about five feet above the level of the
bed, and by standing on the bed
could peer over the top and see al
parts of the interior of the station. ]
rose stealthily to an erect position
and looked over the edge of the par
tition. The first thing I saw was the
box, standing on end near a window
in the extreme end of the station, and
as I looked I saw it's top slowly rise
and a mans head protrude itself.
1t vas a thick, brutalized face, with
grizzled whiskers. Instantly it flash
ed across my mind that it belonged to
Grizzly Bill.
The sight sent my heart into my
throat with a bound, for I realized
only too we'll that the outlaw would
stop at nothing to get the money
which he knew was in my possession.
To him murder was like child's play.
But after the first emotion of fear I
felt perfectly calm. In truth, I felt
as if fate had thrown this desperate in
my way SO that I could conquer him.
I don't know why I felt thus, prob
ably I experienced the same emotions
that a soldier does who goes into bat
tie with fear and trembling, yet who,
when actually in the midst of danger,
feels as cool and collected as though
he were out of reach Of all possibility
of harm.
got out of bed, picked up the coal
shovel and scutile and made as much
noise as possible. AS the night had
been an unusually cool one a fire was
burning, and as I passed the stove I
grabbed my revolver and thrust it in
to my right coat pocket. Into my left
pocket 1 thrust some nails and a ham
Then, whistlipg as loudly as
possible to mislead the desperate in
the box, I left the little Office and
walked across the floor of the freight
part of the station. When immedi-
ately in front Of the box I sprang at
it with the fury of a man fighting his
life and over turned it. It fell to TIE
floor, top up, with a resounding crash.
ing nails into the lid as hard and fast
a man in terror for his life could
do. And all that while l was yelling
at the imprisoned outlaw at the top
of my voice, telling him that if he SO
much as breathed I would instantly
him.
But my threats did not appear to
frighten him much. From the inte-
fed oaths hat would have astonished
Digger Indian. I never heard such
horrible profanity. I fired my pistol
twice in the air to let him know that 1
meant business. After awhile he be-
came quiet. I carefully examined the
box and found that there was no dan
ger of ~suffocating, for at the upper
end were a number of tiny perfora-
tons which freely admitted air.
1 sat astride that box until my as
arrived at z o'clock. 1t was a
long and trying vigil, but the magni-
tude of my victory buoyed me up.
My assistant was almost too much
amazed to speak when I told him of
my capture. He quickly went to the.
mines and told the superintendent to
at once with q sufficient guard
Of men tic the station and take Grizzly
Bill into custody. It didn't take long
to do this, and when Bill was hauled
by no gentle hands from the box he
was the angriest outlaw ever captur-
ed. He fought like a tiger, but it was
Of no use. The men who had him
knew how dangerous he was.
He was securely bound and later in
5he day taken to Pikeville, where he
was subsequently sentenced to a long
.erm of Imprisonment in an Eastern
oenitentiary.
This little adventure, continued the
proved to be the turning point
n my e I was promoted to an
Important place in the city, as you
zee. I am to-day quite content with
myself and the world in general.
Thus you see Grizzly Bills undoing
vas my making.
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lie of Hoods Sarsaparilla than in any other
imi1ar preparation. It costs the proprietor
nd manufacturer more. It costs the iobber
more and it is worth more to the consumer.
t has a record of cures unknown to any 9TH