The sun., 1909-02-14
(which side?' asked the highwayman

(which side| asked the highwayman
The right was the reply. and it's
itching badly too.
IN fix that for you.' replied the
gentle highwayman. and stepping for
ward, he vigorously rubbed the nose with
the muzzle Of his cooked rifle. while the
other stood. hands up. vibrating between
relief and fear lest careless move might
blow him into swift eternity.
"A veteran driver In Idaho told me nov
years ago when hs drove the stage over
to Boise City from the Union Pacific line
he had on one trip only, single passenger
a little tenderfoot OF NeS Engiand q
school In that town: She had never
before been further from Boston than
the Hudson River. Along about dusk
one evening d she sat on the box by the
driver aud the team wound its way
around the shoulder Of bleak mountain
man suddenly stepped into the middl.
Of the road and held up his hand. a
cooked rife rested easily in the hollow OF
/ his arm and it's muzzle pointed straight
at the drivers head. He quickly pulled
up.
| the man with the gun.
sThe driver reached down and nung
Hold on' the other cried impatiently
Where's the mail bas' Don't you think
| Iwant thatT
'For reply the driver swiftly kicked 1t
overheard.
IAN right, said the man on the ground
In sffable tone. you can drive on now
sFor half a mile they rolled along in
silence, schoolma'am and driver. The
/ former seemed to he in deep study, Al
| last. turning to the driver. she said: i
don't know anything about the West. Of
course, but that certainly does seem 10
be an awfully lonesome place TO have a
post officev
when the passengers in the old coach
/ ing days found themselves In the clutches
OF the road agents they instinctively
hurried. during the short time that driver
and guard were being put Ia a proper
state Of helplessness. TO secrete money
and yaluables In the frat safe place that
suggested itself. Such precautions were
useless. for there was small time and
smaller opportunity Of place 70 hide any
man was without money they stripped
him and searched the stage.
-The experience Of Pat Clobesy. an old
| time mining man Of Colorado, Ia historic
| One afternoon he took the stage from
Silver Ciitf camp, bound for the railroad
sixty miles away. In the coach were q
dozen other passenger ss none none q ,bs whom
| kutW 40 thoy hSe~s.oN '"c hot
rowest part Of the gorge that leads out
Of Wet Mountain Valley a loud command
OF Hold up your handsV brought the stage
| TO a sudden standstil and every passenger
! in IL TO q swift realization that unless
quick action was taken he would 60 broke
! One crammed his wad Of bills down his
bootleg; another hurriedly thrust his
roll down the back Of his neck; a third
! took on his hat put his wallet inside ano
set IL back on his head. Every man jack
Of them attempted TO secrete his money
except Pat Clohesy.
-In a few moments o rife barrel ap-
peared at the window and there came the
order: Hands up and ali outl' Out the
passengers tumbled and stood ip lne.witt
| lifted hands, Pat at the far -
the searching highwaymen went through
the first man they found nothing. Irri-
tatsd at this he started through the second
with ths same lack Of success. Angry al
this the bandit turned TO his fellow robber
.ho stood covering the line with his
Winchester.
"'They have been trying TO hide their
stuff. d-n 'em!' he exclaimed, We'll
just make em strip, and then we'll &c
through the stage; They'll pay for putin
Then up spoke Pat Clohesy from the
far end Of the line. Gentlemen he said
addressing the highwaymsn. I know
you're in a hurry and know I'm a pooi
miner with all my property in the worlo
just the SIS I've got in my pocket. II