The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1897-04-09
MlNp.Me HIS OWN BUSINESS.
Sim McCord's Grievance Against an In
terfering Train Robber.

Sim McCord's Grievance Against an In
terferlng Train Robber.
Jim McCord weighed about 110
pounds and had scraggy whiskers,
but for all that he was as "nervy"
MS any other gamblerthat ever lived
and would cheerfully battle with
his fists IL need be to emphasize his
rights, and as he was ali expert box
or he seldom got much the worst of
such an encounter.
Once, travelling from one county
fair in Nebraska to another, Jim
found himself so reduced in pocket
as to make double seat in the day
coach preferable to berth in the
sleeper. He coiled up and was doing
fair job of work at sleeping when
the train stopped with a jerk, seven
shots rang out, and at the door of
the coach appeared rough looking
young farmer, with bandanna
handkerchief covering his face and
n pistol shaking nervously in his
hand. TWAS hold up all right, and
every one in the car, with one eX-
ception, sent his hands heavenward.
McCord didn't. He, was asleep.
The man with the Gun worked his
way down the coach, gathering valu-
ables as he progressed, until he came
to McCord.
Here, wake up What have you
got2" the train robbor demanded.
"Go on away. Don't bother me, "
McCord growled.
Give me your money" the 9th
er insisted, presenting the gun.
McCord was awake now.
my friend" he said, you may
be good thief, but you ale blamed
poor diagnoser. Do you suppose I'd
be down here, crouched like toad
in seat, if had money enough to
ride in PullmanG Go away" And
he dropped back to sleep again.
The train robber was nonplused.
Say" he said, II want what
you've got. Shell out"
"If you don't quit bothering mo
and waking Inc from an uneasy but
valued Sleep" said McCord, "you
will regret it seriously. Go away,
I tell YOU"
The farmer looked up aud down
the car for an inspiration as to what
to do. None came, and he again
gave attention to McCord, who had
by this time returned to his doze. ="
I've got to have your money" "
he said.
McCord reused himself. well" "
he said, II see we arc bound to
como to it. Now, 1 have not inter
fered with your business in this car,
and it is no moro than right that
you should refrain from mixing in
mine. My business is to get some
sleep. But you introduce yourself,
and we will have to settle tho mat
ter once for all"
Biff
TWAS his fist which made tho last
monosyllabic remark, and in n sec
ond it was raining bandanna hand
kerchiefs and revolvers and hair
and old clothes, and the passengers
were under the cushions. In min
ute McCord had the farmer ON the
floor and was batting his head
against the iron uprights of the
seats. Several of the other passen-
gers came forward and wanted to
help tie the fellow up and take him
on to the next station.
"Thanks, gentlemen" said Jim,
"but / think we won't do that. l
never interfere in other peoples
affairs. If any of you had wished
to arrest this man, the time to do it
was when he was negotiating di-
rectly with you and not when he
and l were trafficking The only
thing I have against him is his tenn
porary arrangement of my plans,
which contemplated sleep. If we
keep him on board, l shall natural
ly feel a sort of responsibility for
him and will not be able to rest as
calmly and reposefully as wish. /
am going to throw him off right
here, and if any of you want to cap
ture him then, why, that's your af-
fair, in which shall not mix" And
conducting the eulprit to the end of
the car he evicted him into space,
Then he went back and curled up
and In moment was blissfully
asleep.-Chicago Record.