The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-25
Copyrights, 1911, By Il. < Fly Co.

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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.
II was just thinking" the porter
what mighty poor pick
ings you-all are goin' to git out of me.
Whilst If you had "a waited till I
got to Frisco, I'd jest nachelly been
oozin' money
The robber relieved him of a 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 Wedgewoods in
dignant complaint: Il 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
on the porter. This little run on the
bank meant q 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' a tall?''
Not 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 overlooking with distress, the
passengers endured this appalling
threat without comment, and when
there was q 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 1 want to get by.
pleass!"
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" And
a rude hand rummaged his pockets.
It was heart-rending sight.
"Oi OIL" he walled, don't you allow
no courtesies to the profession" And
when the inexorable thief continued
to pluck his money, his watch, his
scarf-pin. he grew wroth indeed. stop,
stop, refuse to pay. I'll go into bank
ruptcy foist." But still the larceny
continued; fingers even lifted three
cigars from his pockets, two for him.
self and a good one for a customer
This loss was grievous, but his wild
est protest was: "Oh, here, my frient,
you don't want my business carts"
Keep 'em!" growled the thief, and
then, glancing up, he saw on the ten
der inwards of Mr.. Baumann's up
held palms two huge glisteners, which
their owner had turned that way In a
misguided effort to conceal the stones.
The robber reached up for them.
Take 'em. You're welcomed" said
Mr.. Baumann. with rare presence OF
mind. Those Nevada nearlies looks
almost like real"
Keep EN-" said the robber. as he
passed on, and Mr.. Baumann almost
swooned with joy, for, as he whis-
pered to Wedgewood a moment later:
They're really real!"
Now the eye-chain rolled the other
way. for Little Jimmie Wellington was
pulling with rage. The other robber,
having massaged him thoroughly, but
without success, for his pocketbook,
noticed that Jimmie's lett heel was
protruding from his left shoe, and
made Jimmie perform the almost in
credible feat Of standing on one foot,
while he unshod him and took out
the hidden wealth.
There goes our honeymoon, Lu-
cretia," he moaned. But she whis-
pered proudly: Never mind, l have
my rings to pawn"
oh, you have, have you? Well. I'll
be your little uncle" the kneeling rob-
Der laughed, as he overheard, and he
continued his outrageous search till
he found them, knotted in a handker-
chief. under her hat.
She protested: You wouldn't leave
me in Reno without a diamond, would
your"
Il wouldn't. eh?" he grunted. DO
you think I'm in this business for my
health?"
And he snatched OF two earrings
she had forgotten to remove. Fortu-
nately. they were affixed to her lobes
with fasteners.
Mrs. Jimmie was thoroughbred
enough not to vince. She simply con-
mented: You brutes are almost as
bad as the customs officers at New
York"
And now another touch OF light re-
heved the gloom. Kathleen was next
in line, and she had been forcing her
lips into their most attractive smile,
and keeping her eyes winsomely mel
low, for the robbers benefit. Marjorie
could not see the smile; she could
only see that Kathleen was next. She
whispered to Mallory:
They'll get the bracelet! They'll
get the bracelet"
And Mallory could have danced with
glee. But Kathleen leaned coQuet-