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By Frank Filson.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
" Thejourney across the desert is
not a distracting one, andany diver
sion is gladly, welcomed, so that,
when the flashily dressed man stood
up at the end of the Pullman -and be
gan tp address the passengers, 'every
body went forward 'and gathered
around him, laughing and clapping.
They thought he was going to offer
something for sale. .
However, he had nothing to sell.
He had a favor to ask, he said, and so
"Hands Up,. You Silly Sheep
everybody became silent and listened
"Ladies and gentlemen," began the
flashily dressed man, "I am going to
repeat-to you what I have just, said to
thejmssengers in the next coach.
When we reach Bad Water, in ten
minutes or so, a,' moving picture man.
will be upon the platform to take
some pictures representing a hold-up.
Some of the performers, dressed a9
bandits, will attack the mail car,
while others will go through the
coaches, demanding your money and
valuables. But please do not be alarm
ed. The whole proceeding will be in
pantomime and if you will make a
show of compliance, and so aid us,
nobody will be annoyed. I ask of you,
fellow-passengers, to feign alarm,
and if one or two of the ladies will
pretend to faint it will help matters
Everybody' began laughing and
eagerly awaited the stop at Bad
Water. This was the fourth day of
ths . trans-continental journey, and
the passengers were on very good
terms with one another.. They began
to discuss train robberies.
"I'd never give up a cent," exclaim
ed a stout, perspiring drummer, wip
ing the alkali dust from his features.
"Not for all the train robbers in CahV. '
fornia. No, sirree, and don't mistake
me. I'd duck their pistols and hit out
once or twice and then well, there
wouldn't be any train robbers'."
"Well, as for me, I know I should
just faint," answered a demure young
lady. "And before I fainted I'd just
hand over everything I had." k
"Not with.me around, you wouldn't
need to," answered the drummer gal
antly. The other travelers did not commit
themselves, for at that moment the
"train began to slow down and there
appeared the irrigation "ditch from
which the station took its name.
Then the little tin-roofed shanty
came into view, and a moment, later
a half dozen men, wearing sombreros
and masked, with pistols -stuck all
around their waist lines, leaned for
ward across the tracks. One jumped
into the engine cab and held his pistol
to the forehead of the engineer; The
mail van was -jnext attacked, while
two men made their way into the
foremost of the coaches.
Upon the platform a moving pic
ture operator had set up his instru
ment and was busily reeling off the