Evening star., 1897-01-30
HE HAD NO TIME TO WASTE.
The Interruption of a Train Robbie,
Annoyed Him.

The Interruption Of a Train Robber
Annoyed Him.
From the Chicago Record.
Jim McCord weighed about no pounds
| and had scraggly whiskers. But for all
that he was as 'nervy'' as any other gam
bier that ever lived, and would cheerfully
battle with his fists if need be to empha-
size his rights. And, as he was an ex-
pert boxer, 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 a double
seat in the day coach preferable to a berth
in the sleeper. He coiled up and was doing
a fair job of work at sleeping when the
train stopped with g jerk. seven shots rang
out, and at the door Of the coach appeared
a rough-looking young farmer, with a
bandana handkerchief covering his face
and a pistol shaking nervously in his
hand. 1t was a hold-up all right and every
| one in the car with one exception sent his
hands heavenward.
McCord didn't. He was asleep.
The man with the gun worked his way
down the coach, gathering valuables as
he progressed, until he came to McCord.
Here! Wake up! What have you got:"
the train robber demanded.
Go On away. Don't bother me-" Nc
Cord growled.
Give me your money! the other insist
| ed, presenting the gun.
McCord was awake now.
My friend.'' he said, you may be good
thief but you are blamed poor diagnoser.
| Do You suppose I'd be down here crouched
| like a toad in seat if had money enough
| to ride in a Pullman? Go away And he
| dropped back to sleep again.
The train robber was nonplussed.
| Say" he said, Il want what you've got.
| Shell OUT
IF you don't quit bothering me and
waking me from an uneasy but valued
| Sleep" said McCord, you will regret it
seriously. Go away, l tell you.''
The farmer looked up and down the car
| for an inspiration as TO what to do. None
came, and he again gave attention to Nc
Cord, who had by this time returned to his
doze
I've got to have your money" he said
McCord reused himself "Well." he said
Il see we are bound to come to it. Now
| have not interfered with your business
| in this car, and it is no more than righ1
that you should refxain from mixing ir
mine. My business is to get some sleep
But you intrude yourself and we will have
to settle-the matter once for ALL
1t was his fist which-made the last mono
syllable remarks and in~kalf minute Il
was raining baqdaha handkerchiefs and re
| volvers and han and old clothes, and tn,
passengers were under the cushions. In
minute McCord had the farmer on, the foo
and was batting his head against the iroI
uprights of the seats Several of the othe
passengers came forward and wanted t.
help tie the fellow up and TEX. him on tt
the next big station. -,s.S,.5
''Thankss gentlemen SAD TIM. 'but
think We won't do that. i meyer nterfer,
in other peoples affairs. II any of yo,
had wished.elp arrest this man the tim,
to- do 1t was when he was negotiating di
rectly with you, and not When- be and
were trafficking. The only thing 1 hav,
agar st him is; his temporary dera9gsmen
Of my plans, (which contemplated sleep.
we keep him on board l shall naturally fee
sort of responsibility for him. and will
not te able to rest as calmly and repose
fully as wish. l am going to throw hin
OH right here, and if any of you want t,
capture him then, why that's your affair
IN which l shall not mix And conductin,
the culprit to the end of the car he eyictet
him into space.
Then he went back and curled up ant
was In moment blissfully asleep.