The Carlisle independent., 1921-03-10
A TRUE STORY
By Miss Dorothy Mathis, Is years old,
 1147 E. Nevada St., El Paso, Tex.


 Stanton, broad little man with a pretty, pink complexion and well shaped head, was engaged in the ab- sorbing occupation df reading the morning paper. Perhaps it would be better to relate here that Mr. Stan ton was the Superintendent of local Insurance Company. Mrs. Stanton, q sweet tempered and kind little soul, was eating her meal in silence. After few minutes she pushed back her chair and asked her husband if he would come home to dinner? | "No," MT. Stanton, grunted at her and continued reading without even looking up.
 "Supper?' she queried.
 "No," he responded. "the collectors will have to check up their accounts to night, and I won't be home before Nine thirty"
 Mrs. Stanton walked around to the back off her "hubby's chair and peer ed over his shoulder, running her hands through his golden, curly locks as she fastened her eyes on the glar- ing headlines of the paper.
 "Oh George!" she gasped, "there has been another one of those dread ful hold-ups, and right here in the city too" and she pointed a trembling fin ger at the faring headlines of the newspaper.
 Newspaper bosh," declared Mr. Stanton, who continued reading col ored account of a beautiful Actress romance.
 "But George, dear," faltered his wife, Suppose one of those hold-up men should hit you on your dear, pretty head and take your money from you?" Mrs. Stanton wrung her hands in despair at the mere thought of such a horrible thing. "You know" she waiied, "you will have to bring lot of money home with you if the men settle up their accounts tonight, and as you are coming home late, some one could. :. oh, why don't you buy safe? ?"
 "Now my dear Matilda said MT. Stanton, to his wife, "you must stop thinking or worrying about those shold-ups! There is not the slightest danger in the world of me being rob- bed, and, so saying, he declared it was time for him to leave for his of flee. Well G'bye my dear, land plac- ing an affectionate kiss on his wife's quivering lips he took himself of.
 "That night Mir. Stanton was in a good humor. In fact, he was in most excellent humor and, to prove that he was, he bought his wife delicious box of candy which cost him the whole amount of sixty cents. Now, he was homeward bound with radiant smile for he well knew how to please his wee wifey when she was "little out of sorts" He patted his side pocket which contained big wallet we'll filled with bills in large and small de- nominations; No indeed! No robber would think of suspecting him. His mind was then on the actress; he was thinking of the radient vision of a de- mure little actress and her many thrilling adventures as he wondered what would happen to her in the next mornings paper.
 Hands up!"
 "Mr. Stanton was dunn founded. mortified and weak in the knees. He blinked his deep, blue eyes as he tried to think while the presperation rolled down his pretty, pink cheeks; but he did not hesitate to throw up his shak- ing hands as high as he could because he was looking squarely down tho muzzle of deadly looking revolver. Come with me-, said the hold-up. man in decisive tone. 4 "W-W-Why, c-c-certainly s-sir," said Mir. Stanton obligingly as his teeth chattered and his knees shook. He had intended to demand a bold Why" but somehow the wrong word slipped out, and, any way, his knees were yet acting rather strangely, they wobbled and knocked against each other and finally he gave up trying to make them behave.
 If Mir. Stanton had had the slightest glimmer of hope before, that glimmer was immediately extinuished when the hold up man ordered him to pro- ceed up dark and narrow alley. Mir. Stanton, silently said his prayers, he thought his time had come. The two walked on some distance up the alley in silence. MT. Stanton, was slightly in the lead while the hold up man fol- lowed closely behind with his ugly revolver leveled on his man. Finally MT. Stanton summed up enough cour- age to vail, ssWhy dont'cha kill me 2
 kill you?" queried the other as he L.