The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-09-18

the horses one almighty cut an drive
for town, an don't stop till we get there
see"
The driver laughed.
Don't get scared, kid" he said,
We're most home now"
About one minute after this things
happened.
The blackboard stopped with a jolt
and l came back to the melancholy
things of earth, which / found to con-
SlSt mainly of the wrong end of Al
caliber revolver Mr.. Martin was see
ing similar sights on his side Of the
vehicle. l am not the hero of this mar
ratiye, and / freely confess that I put
up my hands-good and high. l didn't
want whoever had the other end of
that gun to entertain any doubts about
my intentions. was anxious he should
know I was peaceful-extremely So.
What the cashier did l do not know,
but have my suspicious. At the time
my own troubles were the paramount
issue. That fortyfour bore an almost
speaking likeness to a thirteenth inch
gun, and l was completely certain if
it exploded it would blow the whole
upper half of me off into stellar space.
! know exactly how those Sepoys felt
before the British gunners pulled the
Ianyards. The upper half of me didn't
want to go.
| felt the valise lifted from my side.
and then we were told to drive on and
not look behind.
1T won't be healthy for YOU" said a
voice.
Bob had vanished. He sat in front
of me, but had not seen him go. The
driver said he had slipped to the
ground the moment the horses stopped.
and we pleasantly surmised he had
been worse scared than we were. We
drove into that sleeping town with our
horses in a lather, and within the hour
parties were out ralling the country
for the perpetrators of the "holdup."
We decided there had been three of
them. One had seized the horses and
the other two had attended to the
cashier and me.
The president and directors absolved
us from all blame after hearing the
story, but Mr.. Martin sat at his desk
with bowed head. He had been with
the bank for twenty years, and to.
know that the institution was doomed,
and that he was at least partially re-
sponSible, was a hard blow / felt bad
enough myself, but it must have been
harder for him.
had known some blue times before,
and have known some since; but for
concentrated aniline and indigo, that
morning holds the palm in my expe-
rience. We were all dead tired. We
had worked under the strain till we
were mentally and physically incapac-
itated, and then had worked on till our
nerve was gone. Then, too, it was at
that fearfully devitalizing time, the
hour before sunrise. If you have ever
gotten up at of winters morn
ing to go duck hunting. and, after.
walking ten miles with a ten bore gun,
have found no duck, YOU can get some;
idea of our depression. Also we had
had no breakfast.
Things were undoubtedly bad, but if
the sun had been UP think VIE would
have found some means of escape after
ALL. But in the dead, cold gloom of the
hour before dawn, felt about ready
for my coffin. and the rest looked 1t.
Every time the door opened We looked
eagerly UP, hoping even when we knew
there was next to no hope, and each
time it was to be disappointed again.
SO two eter0af hours passed. Har-
vey was wandering around and acting
Hike sfse-ass. OF course, telling MaEtill