News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1912-12-04

easy. And remember, as each party
is finished with, they are to turn
round and keep their hands up, on
penalty of gittin' 'em shot off. Line
up! Hands up! Give over there!"
Mrs. Jimmie Wellington took her
time about moving into position, and
her deliberation brought a howl OF
wrath from the robber: Get into that
line, you!"
Mrs. Wellington whirled on him:
GLOW dare you, you brute?" And she
turned up her nose at the gun.
The anxious conductor interviewed:
Better obey, madame; he's an ugly
lad"
81 don't mind being robbed" said
Mrs. Jimmie, but I won't endure
rudeness."
The robber shook his head in de.
spair and he tried to wither her with
sarcasm: "Pardong, mamselly, woulo
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, GOV
ering the passengers with the other
proceeded to frisk away valuables
with a 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
loathsome familiarity that could only
be resented, not revenged. Their
hands dived into pockets, and ur
sleeves, and into womens hair, every
where that a jewel or bill might be
secreted. And always a rough growI
or swing OF the revolver silenced
any protest.
Their heinous fingers had hardly
begun to ply, when the solemn still
ness was broken by a chuckle and
low boot of laughter, a darkey's unctu
GUS laughter At such a place it was
more shocking than at funeral.
what ails you?" 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: 81 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 l just
wore myself out on him."
The far-reaching effect of the whole
procedure was just beginning to dawn
ha
bank meant a 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 a red"
Then, passengers" the porter pro-
claimed, while the robber watched
him in amazement; 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 when
there was a commotion at the other
end of the line, all eyes rolled that
way.
Mr.. Baumann was making an ef. |
fort to take his leave, with great po- |
likeness.
"Excoose, pleass. want to. get by,