Norwich bulletin., 1913-10-23
THE RoBBER WHO ROBBED HIMSELF

The Bishop of Cashel having oc- casien to visit Dublin accompanied by his wife and daughter, determined to perform the journey by easy stages. in his own carriage.
 At the foot of a hill however, he decided to make the ascent afoot, and so his family and servants were far in advance when he decided to hasten. At wild point of the road a fellow leaped from behind some stones four ished a club and demanded 'Money! The Bishop gave the robber all the silver he had loose in his pocket, hop ing that it would satisfy him; but he was mistaken.
 And it is with the likes of this I'm after letting you ofT?-a few paltry tinpennies!. Arrah, don't stand shiv- ering and Shaking there, but pull out your purse immediately, or r. bate you as blue as a whetstone.'
 His lordship most reluctantly yielded his well-hlled purse, saying in tremulous accents:-
 My good fellow, there it is; don't ill-use me; I've forgiven you all, pray let me depart"
 Fair and softly, if you phase; as sure as Pm a good fellow. 1 haven't done with you yet l must search for your note case, for I'll engage you have a few bits of paper payable at
 
 sup sorrow tonight"
 It was given up. The Bishop made an instinctive movement as. though anxious to escape from further pillage
 Wait a while, or maybe I shall get angry with you; hand over your watch and seals and then you may trudge."
 Surely you have taken enough; leave me my watch. and I'll forgive all you have done"
 Who ax'd your forgiveness, you old varmint? Don't force me to do any more bother just give me the watch or
 And he jerked the bludgeon from his right hand to his left, spat in the horny palm of the former, and re grasped the formidable weapon; this action was not unheeded by his victim he drew forth the golden timepiece, and with a heavy sigh handed it to the spoiIer, who, rolling the chain and seals round it. found some wider aper- tlrre in his apparel into which he crammed it; and giving himself shake to ascertain that it had found, by it's own gravity, a place of safety, he said: And now be off with you, and thank the saints that you lave me without a scratch on your skin or the value of your little finger hurt"
 It needed no persuasion to induce the BlSnOp IO turn HIS DdCh uPOlA IiAO despoiler of his worldly goods, and, having no weight to carry. he set off at what equestrains term "a hard canter" Scarcely however, had he reached the middle of the precipitous road when he perceived his persecutor running after him.
 Stop, you imbIe-footed thief of the worId!' roared the robber- stop l tell you! I've a parting word with
 The exhausted and defenseless clergyman, finding it impossible to continue his flight, suddenly came to a standstill. The fellow approached, and his face instead of its former ferocity, was lit up with a whimsical roguishness of expression as he said:
 And Is it likely I'd let you off with a better coat on your back than my own? and will I be after losing the chance of that elegant hat and wig? Off with them this moment, and then you'll be quit O me"
 "The footpad quickly. divested the Bishop of his single breasted coat, laid violent hands upon the clerical hat and full-buttoned wig, put them on his own person. and then insisted on seeing his late apparel used in their stead, and with a loud laugh ran off.
 Thankful at having escaped with