"BLACK BART, THE P08," WAS THE GREATEST
OF ALL BANDITS OF THE "WILD WEST'
'Don't Shoot, Boys," Unless Some One Fires First,
-By Frank Parker Stockbridge.
(Copyright, 1913, by' The Newspaper
A maij stage, lumbering, down the
Sierras' toward Sacramento..
Ajfigure by the roadsides-peaked
hat like a circus clown's, linen duster,
jute bagging wrapped' about his legs
looming tall in the twilight.
Back in the chaparral-half a dozen
other slouch-hatted, jute-legged fig7
'!Hands up!" :
The .driver throws his weight on
the brake, heaves his horses to their
haunches and OBEYS. The gaunt
man'by the roadside Bpeaks first to
the group in the chaparral:
"Don't shoot, boys, unless someone
Then, to the driver:
"Throw out the box and the mail,
please, and line up. .the passengers."
.Down tumble the "box" the
Wells-Fargo treasure . chest and
the registered mail pouches. The
passengers scramble out. The bandit
apologizes profusely, solicitous es
pecially lest the ladies may be
"Drive on,!' he orders rtheir
money, safe in his- pockets "and
don't stop1 till you pass, the bend.
And," he adds, as the driver gathers
the reins, "if anyone asks who held
you up, here's my card!"
. He slips a bit of paper into the
driver's hand. The heavy Concord
coach rattles and creaks down the
hillside as the gaunt figure plunges
into the chaparral, treasure chest on
shoulder, mail pouches dragging be
hind. Around the bend driver and pas
sengers scan the bandit's ."card." Oa-
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