Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1898-04-07

was able to take up my sample case
again, and when left the town my
gentle nurse was on the same train,
in my charge, bound for Kansas City.
where she was to be met by friends.
had never talked love to her, and I
fancy she didn't suspect me of any,
thing except desire to fiirt little,
but l had made up my mind to talk
seriously to her before L let her
friends take her away from me.
II fooled along, as most men do
under the same circumstances. wait
ing for a real good chance to come in,
but before reached the proper con-
dition the train came to sudden stop
in lonely place, and by the time we
had asked what the trouble was half
masked train robber stood in the aisle
of the car with a revolver covering the
contents. The girl turned as white as
sheet and thought she would faint,
but told her she wouldn't be hurt,
and she sat there staring as if she had
turned stone. AS it happened. kept
my wits, and when shot and
shout rose on the air on the out
side and attracted the robbers atten-
ton for moment, whipped my re-
volve- out of my overcoat pocket and
would have got him sure, but as I
brought tue gun around the girl at my
side caught my arm and stopped me.
/ lnnl<a1 a her omo1amaDt
"'Don't, she gasped, it's my father
and then she fell in faint, while the
robber hurried out in response to the
calls from his partners.
GAS for me-" concluded the drum
mer, 81 thought probably it would be
just as we'll for me not to add to the
poor girls troubles by trying to get
into her family"
Took a Long Coast and a Lucky Plunge.
George Maybury, the son of
farmer near Old Bridge, N. j., bought
q bicycle the other day and went for a
spin along the New Brunswick turn
pike. At the Old Bridge end is one
of the worst hills in New Jersey. It
starts at the hamlet of Summer Hill
and finishes in the heart of Old Bridge,
a mile away by the read, but consider
ably less in an air line.
George had never tried coasting, but
had some sort Of an idea that it would
save time if he let the pedals alone.
So at Summer Hill he took his feet
from the pedals and the wheel did the
rest. At first everything went well.
Half way down the hill the road makes
a sudden turn and around this George
went at a speed that would have made
Michael green with envy. A couple
of wagons were coming up the hill but
got rapidly out of the way when they
heard Maybury's hysterical bell. The
young mans hat had gone and his
hair was making desperate efforts to
follow it.
At the foot of the hill are the tracks
of the Camden and Amboy Railroad.
There was train only few hundred
feet from the crossing as Maybury ap-
preached, but the farmer boy was
going at a rate of speed never at
tempted by a Camden aud Amboy
locomotive, and the agony was over
De1Ore tne Train feacneu the crossing.
From the railroad the road slopes
gradually down to the bank of South
River, where it turns and follows the
rivers course.
Maybury was past thinking. All he
could do was to shut his eyes and cling
desperately to the handles. Straight
on to the river he went. The wheel
caught in heap of brush and stopped
short. Maybury didn't stop. He
went straight on over his handle bars
and took neat header into the icy
waters of the river.
Like true wheelman the first thing
George did after he climbed up the
bank was to look after his machine.
There wasn't thing broken.
"Thank Heaven" said George.