Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1912-10-31
urned up her nose at the gun.

Better obey, madame; he's an ugly
lad"
Il don't mind being robbed" said
Mrs. Jimmie, but won't endure
rudeness."
The robber shook his head in de-
spair, and he tried to wither her with
sarcasm: "Pardong, mamselly, would
you be so kind and condescendin' as
to step into that there car before |
blow your husbands gol-blame head
off,"
This brought her to terms. She
fastened to her place, but put out a
restraining hand on Jimmie, who need
ed no restraint Certainly, to save
my dear husband. Don't strike him,
Jimmie!"
Then each man stuck one revolver
into its convenient holster, and, COW
ering the passengers with the other,
proceeded to frisk away valuables
with speed and agility that would
have looked prettier if those impa.
tient-looking muzzles had not pointed
here, there and everywhere with such
venomous threats.
And so they worked from each end
Of the car toward the middle Their
hands ran swiftly over bodies with a
loathsome familiarity that could only
be resented, not revenged Their
hands dived into pockets, and up
sleeves, and into women's hair, every
where that a jewel or a bill might be
secreted. And always rough growl
or q swing of the revolver silenced
any protest.
Their heinous fingers had hardly
begun to ply, when the solemn still
ness was broken by chuckle and
low boot of laughter, darkey's unctu.
Gus laughter. At such place 1t was
more shocking than at a funeral.
what ails your" was the nearest
robbers demand.
The porter tried to wipe his stream
ing eyes without lowering his hands,
as he chuckled on: "I-I-just thought
Of sumpum funny"
Funny" was the universal groan.
81 was just thinking" the porter
snickered. what mighty poor pick
ings you-all are goin' to git out OF me.
Whilst If you had "a waited till
got to Frisco. I'd jest nachelly been
oozin' money"
The robber relieved him of few
dimes and quarters and ordered him
to turn round, but the black face
whirled back as he heard from the
other end of the car Wedgewood's in
dignant complaint: II say. this is an
outraged"
"Ah, close your trap and turn
round, or I'll"
The porter's smile died away. Good
Lawd." he sighed, they're goin' to
skin that British lion. And / just
wore myself out on him."
The far-reaching effect of the whole
procedure was just beginning to dawn
on the porter. This little run on the
bank meant period of financial
stringency for him. He watched the
hurrying hands a moment or two,
then his wrath rose to terrible proper
| tons:
Look here, man." he shouted at
the robber, "ain't you-all goin' to
leave these passengers nothin' tall?'
mot on purpose, niger"
mo small change, or nothin'?"
mary red"
"Then, passengers" the porter pro
claimed, while the robber watched
him In Amusement; then, passengers
/ want to give you-all fair warnin
heah and now: No tips, no whisk
broom!"
Perhaps because their hearts were
already overfiowing with distress, the
passengers endured this appalling
threat without comment, and wher
there was commotion at the Other
end of the line, all eyes rolled thai
way.
Mr.. Baumann was making an ef
fort to take his leave, with great po
likeness.
"Excoose. pleass. want to get by
pleass!"
j Get by" the other robber gasped
"Why, you"
, "But I'm not a passenger" Mr.
Baumann urged, with a confidential
smile, 'I've been going through the
train myself"
. Much obliged! Hand Overt" Ant
q rude hand rummaged his pockets
: It was a heart-rending sight.
"Oi OIL" he walled, don't you ALLOW
no courtesies to the profession?" Ant
when the memorable thief continued
, to pluck his money, his watch, BIZ
scarf-pin, he grew wroth indeed. "Stop
stop, refuse to pay. I'll go into bank
, ruptcy foist." But still the larcen.
, continued; fingers even lifted tire,
/ cigars from his pockets, two for him
self and good one for customer
! This loss was grievous, but his wild
, est protest was: "Oh, here, my frieni
, you don't want my business carts"
Keep 'em!" growled the thief, an
| then, glancing up, he saw on the ter
der inwards of Mr.. Baumann's vi
, held palms two huge glisteners, whicl
4 their owner had turned that way in
/. misguided effort to conceal the stones
!. The robber reached up for them.
+ Take 'em. You're welcomed" sal
. Mr.. Baumann, with rare presence G
:. mind. "Those Nevada nearlies look
, almost like real"
a Keep EN-" said the robber, as b
!. passed on, and Mr.. Baumann almos
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