The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1912-07-05

Win q speed anu agility tnat would
have looked prettier IL those impa-
tient-looking muEzles 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 jewel or a bill might be
secreted. And always a rough growl
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 q 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.
az was just thinking" the porter
snickered, what mighty poor pick
ings you-all are goin' to git out OF me.
Whilst II 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 III"
The porters 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 period of financial
stringency for him. He watched the
hurrying hands 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 overlooking with distress, the
passengers endured this appalling
threat without comment, and when
there was 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 20
likeness.
F"Excoose, pleass. ! want to get by.
pleassI.
Get by" the other robber gasped.
why. you"
But I'm not passenger" Mr..
Baumann urged, with a confidential
smile. '"fve been going through the
train myself" st FHE
Much obliged! Hand over!" And
q rude hand rummaged his pockets.
It was heartrending sight.
"Oi OIL" he walled, don't you allow
no courtesies to tho 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 good one for q 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.. Baumanns 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
putting with rage. The other robber,
having massaged him thoroughly, but
without success, for his pocketbook,
noticed that Jimmie's left 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, Luz
cretia," he moaned. But she whis-
pered proudly: Never mind, have
my rings to pawn"