The Republican journal., 1900-09-27

carefully estimated Galligan and Bitfo,
he would pass the rendezvous prepared
for him, and along he logged with every
appearance of being on time to the
minute.
No mishap occurred to him until the
moment when. facing the mound on the
left of the road from behind which the
two highwaymen were peeping, he gave
a gentle hist to his horse.
The horse shook his head, then stood
stock still. Simpson dropped the reins
i'll sheer surprise tor there on the rise
of ground Galligan and Biffo stood,
each one mutely pointing a rifle i'll his
direction. eialligan made a motion.
and Simpson knew we'll enough that it
was expected of him to elevate his
hands above his head He complied.
but inWaldly was boiling at the thought
of being caught in a trap so easily.
Having done so. Galligan descended
to the road. Bitfo remaining still on the
rising ground. with his gun pointed
carefully in the direction of the super
intendent's head.
Galligan, INDUCING i'll the JOY of an
easy and profitable job continued his
descent to the road in a manner which
he deemed BETTING his character of
daring road agent. He described cir
cles III the air with his rifle in a grace
full, airy style, and approached the
superintendent with d suave smile ON
his leering face.
"Morning, Mister simpson, he cried
with an at1ectation of great amiability.
'Lovely mornin for travelling. amt it,"
Simpson was too enraged to reply to
the banter of the graceless rutlian and
! Galligan seeing how his bearing per
turbed his victim, continued i'll the
same strain.
1T appears, Mister superintendent,
that you amt much afraid OF road
agents on your trips, specially SEEM
as you carry so much of the yaller
metal with YOU. It's foolish, Mister
superintendent very foolish. not to
! hey an armed guard over stuff like
that there, so me and me friend. Mr.
qua rd-d'ye see: And bein' nice, ac-
commodatin' sort o men we won't
trouble you to 90 to Eastonston. Well
take the buggy along, an you can get
out and wait here till we come back,
Eli -
Mr.. Galligan laughed at his own
merry jest, but his enjoyment was cut
short by a shot ringing out clear i'll the
morning air. Ills partner, Mr.. Bltfo,
had dropped with a howl to the earth,
upon which the rascal. Gallican, HIM
, self dropped his gun to the ground and
, incontinently bolted toward the wood
on the left. A second shot well aimed
for the rear of that rutiian brought a
howl of pain from the flying Galligan,
but following immediately upon it
came a peal of woman's laughter
Almost at the same instant head of
| brown was popped over the bank of
earth that skilted the road on the right,
then the figure of buxom little woman
appeared A rosy blush was on her
cheek and in her hands still smoking
Winchester.
Mercy Of Heaven Mrs Higgins
How did you do it, gasped the amazed
superintendent.
The widow, for it was she, did not
answer Immediately. She was busy en-
deavoring to revive the PROSTATE Bitfo.
| When he showed signs of renewed life,
she said, depreciatingly, ooh, it was
| nothing, nothing at all. You see, Jim
my, the boy who works in my store,
| overheard these fellows last night, and
come to me with his story first thing
this morning. 1t was too late to do
anything else but come along myself, SO
took down the old gun that Higgins
/ left mel used to be pretty good shot
and here am. Left the pony down
below so l could get near enough to
get hand in the game without being
seen too soon. Guess this fellow needs
a doctor !"
Certainly, said Superintendent
Simpson with happy inspiration. I'll
put him in the buggy and take him
along to Eastonston, and say, Il guess
| need the services of parson-there's
one in Eastonston: will you come
along?"
The widow sighed a little, smiled a
little, and blushed a little, but she took
a place on the seat beside the happy
superintendent and together they jog
ged along 20 Eastonston. New York
Clipper.
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