New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1912-07-24

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penalty Of gittin' 'em shot Oh. linz
up! Hands up! Give over there!"
Mrs. Jimmie Wellington took hez
time about moving into position, and
her deliberation brought 1 howl OF
wrath from the robber: Get into that
line, you!"
Mr.. Wellington whirled on him
How dare you, you brute!" And she
turned up her nose at the gun.
The anxious conductor intervened:
Better obey, madame; he's an ugly
iad."
II don't mind being robbed" said
Mr.. Jimmie. but I won't endure
rudeness." t#s
The robber shook his head in dc.
SPAR, and he tried to wither her with
sarcasm: "Pardong. mamselly. would
you be 80 kind and condescendin' al
to step into that there car before
blow your husbands golblame head
off,"
This brought her to terms. She
FASTENED to her place, but put out q
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 1mpa.
dent-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 q
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 q jewel or q bill might be
secreted. And always q rough growl
or . swing of the revolver silenced
any protest. g ~.
Their heinous fingers had hardly
begun to ply, whom the solemn still
ness was broken BY Z chuckle and
low boot Of laughter, . darkey's unctu.
Gus laughter. At such . place 1t was
more shocking than 1T q funeral.
what ais you?" was the nearest
robbers demand. Nh. .s,.r~s ,.t s.g<as
The porter tried to wipe his stream.
ing eyes without lowering his hands.
| 81 he chuckled on: "I-l-just thought
o. sumpum funny"
Funny" was the universal groan.
II was Just thinking" the porter
snickered, what mighty poor pick.
lnEs you-all are goin' to git out Of me-.
whilst II you had e. waited till !
got to Frisco, I'd Jest nachelly been
oozin' money" a.. y
The robber relieved him Of . few
dimes and quarters and ordered him
70 turn round, but the black face
whirled back as he heard from the
other end of tho car Wedgewood's in:
dignant complaint: II say, this is an
outraged" .r a
"Ah, close your trap and turn
round. or I'll" ....... ~.
The uorters smile died away Good
Lawd." he sighed. they're goin' x
skin that British lion! And JUS
wore myself out on him." "a a
The far.reachfng effect Of tho 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 q moment or two
then his wrath rose to terrible proper
lions:
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 q red"
Then, passengers" the porter pro.
| claimed, while the robber watched
him in amazement; then, passengers.
want to give you-au fair warnin'
heah and now: No tips, no whisk-
broom!" y
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, al eyes rolled that
way. n
Mr.. Baumann was making an e.
fort to take his leave, with great po-
uteness. t.a. ".-"s- -- '.'.. =
"Excoose. pleass. want to get By.
pleass!" .g#tsa su" Es-." f.E
"Get BY" the other robber gasped.
why. you" -. -. .E". 1865 y
But I'm not . passenger" Mp.
Baumann urged. with . confidential
smile, "l've been going through the
train myself" - 49,. .,.
Much obliged! Hand Overt" And
. rude hand rummaged his pockets.
Il was q heart-reuding sight. '"'s
"Oi oi!" no walled, don't you allow
no courtesies 70 the profession1" And
when the memorable thief continued
TO pluck his money. his watch. his
pcarf-pin. he grew wroth indeed. stop,
stop. refuse to pay. I'll go into bank