The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-09-19

not 10 resist, because they hate the
sight OF blood. but prefer IL TO argu-
meEt."
The impatient robbers. themselves
the prey OF fearful anxieties. broke in.
barking like a pair OF coyotes IN
tumble OF commands: Now. 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 10 turn
round and keep their hands up. on
penalty OF gittin' 'em shot OF. Line
up Hands up! Give over there!"
Mrs. Jimmie Wellington took her
time about moving into position. and
her deliberation brought a howl OF
wrath from the robber: Get into that
line, you!"
Mrs. 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
lad"
II don't mind being robbed" said
Mrs. Jimmie. but | 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
| 10 step into that there car before
blow your husbands gol-blame head
| on"
This brought her TO terms. She
! fastened 10 her place, but put out "A
! restraining hand on Jimmie. who need
ed no restraint Certainly, TO save
! Jimmie!"
Then each man stuck one revolver
into its convenient holster, and, COW
ering the passengers with the other.
proceeded 10 frisk away valuables
with a speed and agility that would
have looked prettier II those inpa-
tient-looking muzzles had not pointed
here. there and everywhere with such
venomous threats.
Apd 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 womens hair, every
where that a jewel or a bill might be
secreted. And always a rough Growi
or a swing OF the revolver silenceS
any protest
Their heinous fingers had hardly
begun TO ply, when the solemn still
ness was broken by chuckle and
low hoot of laughter, a darkey's unctu-
Gus laughter. At such a place II was
more shocking than at 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 gtoan.
II 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 1
got TO Frisco, I'd jest nachelly been
oozin' money"
The robber relieved him OF few
dime. and quarters and ordered him
10 turn round, but the black face
whirled back as he heard from the
other end OF the car Wedgewood's in
dignant complaint: II say, this is an
outrage!"
"Ah. close your trap and turn
round, or I'll"
The porter's smile died away. Good
Lawd" he sighed. they're goin' to
skin that British lion! And | 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
tions:
Look here, man" he shouted at
the robber. "ain't youall goin' TO
leave these passengers nothin a tall?'
Not on purpose. niger"
I mo small change. or nothin'?"
Nary a red"
Then. passengers" the porter pro
| CldlIleu, Nult AhS iObbNA '"NNHNN
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 overfiowing with distress. the
messengers endured this appalling
threat without comment. and when
there was commotion at the other
end OF the line. all eyes rolled thar
way.
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