The Prescott daily news., 1912-05-08

to the aisle, and beat him with her fists, demanding that he protect her and save her for Sammy's sake.
 Mrs. Fosdick, rushing out of her stateroom and not finding her lus- cious-eyed husband, laid hold of Jim mic Wellington and ordered him to go to the rescue of her spouse Mrs. Wellington tore her hands loose, cry ing: Let him go, madam. He has a wife of his own to defend"
 Jimmie was trying to pour out dy- ing messages, and only sputtering. for getting that he had put his watch in his mouth to hide 1t, though It's chain was still attached to his waistcoat.
 Anne Cattle, who had read much about Chinese atrocities to mission aries, gave herself up to death, yet re- joiced greatly that she had provided timely man to lean on and should not have to enter Paradise a spinster providing she could manage to con vert Ira in the next few seconds, be- fore 1t was everlastingly too late. She was begging her first heather to join her in a gospel hymn. But Ira was roaring curses like a pirate captain in hurricane, and swearing that the villains should not TOD him of his bride
 Mrs. Temple wrung her twitching hands and tried to drag her husband to his knees, crying:
 "Oh, Walter, Walter, won't you please say a prayer?-a good strong prayer2"
 But the preacher was so confused that he answered: Whats the use of prayer in an emergency like this?"
 "Walter!" she shrieked.
 I'm on my va-vacation, you know, % he stammered
 Marjorie was trying at the same time to compel Mallory to crawl under a seat and to find a place to hide Snoozleums. whom she was warning not to say word Snoo2leums, un- derstanding only that his mistress was in some distress, refused to stay in his basket and kept offering his services and his attentions.
 Suddenly Marjorie realized that Kathleen was trying to faint in Nal lory's arms, and forgot everything else in determined effort to prevent her.
 After the first blood-sweat of ab1ect fright had begun to cool, the passen- gers came to realize that the invaders were not after lives, but loot. Then came panic of miserly effort to con. ceal treasure.
 Kathleen, finding herself banished from Mallory's protection, ran to Mrs. Whitcomb, who had given Ashton up as hopeless task.
 What shall we do, oh, what, oh what shall we do. dear Mrs. Yelling ton?7 she cried
 Don't you dare call me Mrs We'll. ington!" Mrs. Whitcomb screamed; then she began to flutter. But we'd better hide what we can hope the rah-rah-robbers are ge-genuemen- men,"
 She pushed a diamond locket con-
 
 to her back hair, leaving part Of the , chain dangling. Then she tried to stuff a large handbag into her stock. ing.
 Mrs Fosdtck found her husband at last, for he made a wild dash to her side, embraced her. called her his wife and detled all the powers of Ne vada to tear them apart. He had d brilliant Idea. In order to save his fat wallet from capture, he tossed 1t throush an open window IL fell at the feet of one of the robbers as he ran along the side of the car, shoot. ing at such heads as were put out of windows. He picked 1t up and dropped it into the feed-bag he had swung at his side. Then running on, he clam bered over the brass rail Of the ob. servation platform and entered the rear of the train, as his confederate. driving the conductor ahead of hun. forged his way aft from the front. while third masQuerader aligned the engineer, the fireman, the brakeman and the baggagemen.