Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1897-12-11
my love and your honor out into
bushes. Good night"

Imy love and your honor out into
bushes. Good night"
There was great deal of talk in the
village, and at one time it-appeared
that the mite society, for whose benefit
Polly had so ardently begged nickel
here and there, would issue an edict
against her; but the tide was finally
turned by the president of the associa-
ton, n widow with business eye. She
saw that to cut off the newspaper was
to throw away valuable adjunct, and
so it was agreed that Polly might re-
main in the society and rest simply
under a mild degree of suspicion. The
question was discussed in the church,
but the preacher, strong in his belief
that church notices and abstracts of
sermons should be printed, called u de-
termined halt.
How much longer the affair might
have been discussed, and into what re-
mote and executive corners of alright
ed virtue it might have been dragged,
it would be difficult to say; but the
arising of new topic put it all aside.
And this new topic was one of real ex-
element. Not far away in the hills
lived gang of desperate men, the
Abe Peters boys, they were called. It
was known, or ut least it was strongly
suspected, that they had robbed railway
trains. Determined efforts on the
part of the law had failed to bring them
to Justice. 1t was believed that they
had formed an alliance with the Dali
ton gang, but this their leader denied,
and offered, on condition of a pardon
for himself and friends, tohelp the offi-
GERS bring the Daltons into court or to
kill them. This offer was accepted.
The Daltons were killed or so badly
crippled that nothing further was to
be feared from them. Well, after this
the Peters gang fought off the tempta-
tion to rob trains, but could not forego
the pleasurable recreation of riding
into village now and then and shoot
ing out the lights. So, just about the
time the talk concerning Polly and the
three men was sinking to mere whis-
per of dying scandal, the Peters broth
ers rode into Broomfeld, shot the town
cow, wounded the prowling hog and
shattered lamp in the meeting house.
This was the greatest outrage that had
ever been put upon that part of the
country, and old man Aimes, with his
shirt unbuttoncd, pulled up and down
the street and swore that if anyone
would go with him he would ride after
the scoundrels. But everybody was
busy. The sheriff was behind with his
tax list, the constable wasn't feeling
we'll; and while the citizens were dis
cussing their inability to avengc them
selves, Polly came up and said that she
would go with Mr.. Aimes.
~ gad," said the old fellow, looking
upon her with admiration, you'll
drive me to the shop to get another
horseshoe nail, but l think too much
of you to see you put yourself in such
danger. Let's wait awhile"
In the next number of her paper
Polly scored the rascals, and this pro-
duced scare. The people said that
the Peters brothers would surely come
back and riddle the town. And within,
week afterward they did come back,
shouting, galloping through the streets.
In fright the people sought their
homes. The marauders dashed about,
firing. They galloped up to the
printing office and fired at the win
dows. And then from the inside came
puff of smoke and one of the Peters
fell out of his saddle. Then there
arose a furious melee, firing right and
left, Sut the steady hand within the
office fired again and out of saddle
dropped another man. Suddenly there
was new excitement among the
marauders, and from behind a goods
box came the double roar ofa shotgun.
The Peters brothers, those not on the
ground, duclled their heads and dashed
away, and when Polly stepped ont,
Nell, with gun in her hand, came
from behind the box. 81 was watch
ing" she said, ''and l thought you
needed me-"