The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1919-03-14

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did I dream of Amos Grimshaw COM
ing to visit me again. and why, above
all, should IL have seemed to me that
enough things were said and done I'm
that little flash of dream to fill a
whole day-enough of talk and play
and going and corning, the whole end
ing with talk on the haymow? Again
and again have wondered about that
dream. / came to and lifted my head
and my consciousness swung back upon
the track of memory and took up the
thread of the day, the briefest remove
from where 1t had broken.
I peered through the bushes. The
light was unchanged. / could see
quite clearly. The horses were gone
1t was very still. The stranger lay
helpless in the road and figure was
bending over him. 1t was a man with
handkerchief hanging over. his face
with holes cut opposite his eyes. He
had not seen my fall and thought, as
| learned later, that had ridden away.
His gun lay beside him, its stock
toward me. observed that a piece
of wood had been split off the lower
side of the stock. l jumped to my feet
| and seized stone to hurl at him AS
l did so the rObber fed with gun In
hand. If the gun had been loaded I
suppose that this little history would
never have been written. Quickly I
hurled the stone at the robber. 1 re-
member 1t was sn1allish stone about
the size of hens egg. l saw it Craze
the side of his head. I saw his hand
touch the place which the stone had
grazed. He reeled and nearly fell and
recovered himself and ran on, but the
little stone had put the mark of Cain
upon him.
The stranger lay still in the road.
lifted his head and dropped 1t quick
ly with a strange sickness. The feel
of 1t and the way 1t fell back upon the
ground when let go scared me, for
knew that he was dead. The dust
around him was wet. ran down the
hill few steps and stopped and
whistled to my FLY. could hear her.
answering whinny far down the dusty
road and then her hoofs as she gal
lOped toward me. She came within a
few feet of me and stood snorting. I
caught and mounted her and rode to
the nearest house for help. On the
way l saw why she had stopped. A
number of horses were feeding on the
roadside near the log house where An
drew Champion lived. Andrew had
just unloaded some hay and was back
ing out of his barn. / hitched my
FLY and jumped on the rack saying:
"Drive up the road as quick as you
can. A man has been murdered"
What fearful word 1t was that
had spoken! What panic 1t made In
the little dooryard The man gasped
and jerked the reins and shouted to
his horses and began swearing The
woman uttered a little scream and the
children ran crying to her side.
The physical facts which are further
related to this tragedy are of little
moment to me now The stranger was
dead and we took his body to our home
and my uncle set out for the constable
Over and over again that night told
the story of the shooting. We went to
the scene Of the tragedy with lanterns
and fenced it off and put some men
on guard there.
In the morning they found the rob-
ber's footprints in the damp dirt of
the road and measured them. The
whole countryside was afire with ex-
element and searching the woods and
folds for tho hiOhyyovmou
The stranger was buried. There was
nothing upon him to indicate his name
or residence. Weeks passed with no
news of the man who had slain him. /
had told of the gun with a piece Of
wood broken out of its stock, but no
one knew of any such weapon in or
near Lickitysplit.
One day Uncle Peabody and drove
up to Grimshaw's to make a payment
of money. l remember 1t was gold
and silver which we carried in a little
sack. / asked where Amos was and
Mrs. Grimshaw-a timid, tired-looking,
bony little woman who was never seen
outside of her own house-said that
he was working out on the farm of
Mr.. Beekman near Plattsburg. He had
gone over on the stage late in June
to hire out for the haying. observed
that my uncle looked very thoughtful
as we rode back home and had little
to say.
"You never had any idee who that
robber was, did ye?" he asked by and
by.
"No-I could not see plain-it was
so DUSK" / said.
The swift words, "Your money or
your life," came out of my memory
and rang in It, / felt its likeness to
the scolding demands of Mr.. Grim
shaw, who was forever saying in eff
feet:
"Your money or your homer
That was like demanding our lives
because we couldn't live without our
home. Our all was in IL. Mr.. Grim
shaw's gun was the power he had over
us, and what a terrible weapon IL