The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-03-13

not to resist because they hate tn
sight of blood, but prefer 1t to argu
ment." "r
The impatient robbers, themselves
the prey Of fearful anxieties, broke IN,
barking like a pair Of coyotes IN a
tumble of commands: Nov, line up
with your backs that way, and no
back talk These guns shoot awful
easy. And remember, as each party
is finished with, they are to turn
round and keep their hands up, on I
penalty of gittin' 'em shot on. Line
up! Hands up! Give over there!"
Mrs. Jimmie Wellington took her
time about moving into position, and
her deliberation brought 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" ...
II 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, would
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
| hastened to her place, but put out
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 it's convenient holster, and, COW
ering the passengers with the other,
proceeded to frisk away valuables
with a speed and agility that would
have looked prettier il those 1mpa'
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 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 bill might be
secreted. And always rough grow
or a swing of the revolver silenceo
any protest.
Their heinous fingers had hardly
begun to ply, when the solemn still
ness was broken by chuckle ant
low boot of laughter, darkey's unctu
, Gus laughter. At such a place 1t wa!
more shocking than at funeral.
J what ails you?" was the neares
a robbers demand.
+ The porter tried to wipe his stream
ing eyes without lowering his hands
as he chuckled on: '1-1-Just though
of sumpum funny"
. Funny" was the universal groan
. II was just thinking" the porte
= 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 bee
+ oozin' money"
r Inc IOUU6l IClCSOu I1AAA ~ ~ -
dimes and quarters and ordered MI
n to turn round, but the black fac
, whirled back as he heard from tn
other end of the car Wedgewood's II
j. dienant complaints: Il say, this Is
outraged"
h "Ah, close your trap and tur
n round, or I'll"
:. The porter's smile died away. GOO
~ Lawd," he sighed, they're goln'
~ skin that British lion! And | Jul
wore myself out on him.
y. The far-reaching effect Of the who
= procedure was just beginning to daW
on the porter. This little run ON tt
bank meant a period OF f1nancl
~ stringency for him. He watched u
- hurrying hands a moment &C" tW
then his wrath rose to terrible propo
)" tons:
> Look here, man. he shouted
y, the robber, "ain't you-all goln
tn leave these passengers nothln tall
"Not on purpose, niger.
81 "No small change, or nothln
10 Mary a red
~ "Then. passengers the porter p1
nc claimed. while the robber Watcn'
~ him in amazement; then, passenger
na want to give you-all fair warm
~ heah and now: No tips, no wins
broom!"
), Perhaps because their hearts we
IL already overtlowing with distress, t
ha passengers endured this appalll
~ threat without comment, and VIII
~ there was a commotion at the 9th
~ end of the line, all eyes rolled tn
.lv way.
~ (ro BE CONTINUED)
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