The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-01-09


visible as it stood by M gate, DuI
the men, bending over the cart,
were hardly more than an outline.
Presently they seemed to have fin
ished, and, backing the horse round,
proceeded to put him in the shafts.
Would the others never Gomez The
gate wa not yet opened, but Jennie
began to fear that the burglars
would not find that a serious diff
Guilty. Suddenly, from afar, came
the sound of horses hoofs galloping
as if for life. Did the men hear il
too?
Apparently they did.
open the gate" she heard one
If them say.
His companion went to it and
vainly tried to pull it open.
Its padlockedl" he exclaimed
after a minute.
"Pick itl' he cried. They've
put up a job on us here. I knew we
didn't cut that wire quick enough"
1t was a minute before the bur-
glars skill could pick the lock, and
by that time those in pursuit were
dangerously near.
open the gatel'' shouted the first
man, pulling back his horse to es-
cape its sweep.
The other pushed and the great
bar swung slowly back. But before
it had opened wide enough to let
them through, the other vehicle had
dashed in upon the scene.
STAND where you are,' Jennie
heard Mr.. Aliens voice call out, "or
I'LL shoot you down"
What Immediately followed Jen-
ME did not see, for, leaving the
window, she rushed down stairs, lit
the lantern, rolled back the bureau,
unlocked the door and went out.
When she had gained the road,
the two burglars, captured and tied,
e being guarded by the consta-
bles, while Mr.. Allen was investi
eating the contents of the spring
cart, and making sure, as far as he
could in the darkness, that all was
right.
At Jennie's approach he looked
up.
"Ah!" he said. care you the gate
keepers daughter2 Just ask your
father to step out here, please"
Jennie smiled.
Father isn't at home, sir" she
said.
"Oh, well, your mother, then, or
any one who keeps the gate"
Mother isn't at home, either, sir.
I'm keeping the gate"
The gentleman looked at her in
surprise.
"Youl" he exclaimed. "What
made these fellows stop here's"
"They broke their cart, sir"
Chow did they happen to dc
that?"
"The horse ran into the gate, sir
"Was the gate shut"
Eyes, SIR"
"You don't usually shut the gate
at night2"
mo, sir; but I did tonight"
He looked at her for q further ex-
PLANTATION, and Jennie, who never
liked to tell of her exploits, was
obliged to go on.
"They telephoned me about it
from Weycester, SIR" she said
briefly.
Ibid they tell you to shut the
gate1"
mo, sir; the telephone stopped
before they got as far rs that.
These men cut the wire, and I had
to think for myself what I should
do"
"And you thought of that2"
eyes" she answered modestly.
"Well," he said, ''you are a
thoughtful little girl. You've saved
me a great deal Of money, and I
shall never forget 1t.
And he never did.
The directors of the bank passed
a vote of thanks at their next meet
ing to Miss Jennie Bartlett 'for her
prompt and efficient services in ar
resting the burglars who felonious-
ly entered the bank building and
distracted the valuable contents of
Its vaults" and, more than that,
sent her a purse Of money which
enabled her that winter to carry
out her long cherished plan Of 60
ing to a boarding school. 1t was a
disagreeable experience for her, but
Jennie will always date whatever
success she had in the world from
that night at the Darlington toll
gate Spare Moments.
why He Objected.
Thirsty Thipgumbob-I never ham
dies a hoe. boss. 1t puts blisters on me
hands.
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