and ended by confiscating the print and the negative, and
rushing out of the house to take the next train back to town. Lester and
I talked about it all the afternoon, and felt ourselves quite heroes for
having the temerity to stand before a real bank robber.
Fifty prints were immediately struck off from the negative, and these
were given to detectives, who scoured the country in every direction.
After a two days' search, those nearest home were successful, and found
Parker in the same woods where Lester and I had first surprised him. He
had sought to evade capture by avoiding railroads, and hiding himself
until the first excitement of the robbery had passed. As the whole
amount of stolen funds was discovered in the little black grip which he
carried, he was convicted of the crime without difficulty, and sentenced
for a term of fifteen years in State prison.
The sequel of the incident was the most agreeable and the most
astonishing of all. One day, a month subsequent, when Parker had been
safely housed in the penitentiary, my father came home, and, with a
mysterious smile upon his face, handed me an envelope. Upon being
opened, the discovery was made that "Howard Benton and Lester Drake were
authorized to draw upon the First National Bank of C----, for $100
apiece, in slight recognition of their part in apprehending Eli Parker,
the perpetrator of the recent robbery upon that institution."
I am still an ardent disciple of amateur photography. Who wouldn't be
under such circumstances?
--The umbrella is undoubtedly of high antiquity, appearing in various
forms upon the sculptured monuments of Egypt, Assyria, Greece and Rome;
and in hot countries it has been used since the dawn of history as a
sunshade--a use signified by its name, derived from the Latin _umbra_, a
shade.
GOOD RULES.
By Rev. P. B. Strong.
If a mean thing you would do,
Always put it off a day;
If a noble act and true,
Do not e'en a moment stay.
Ne'er by proxy do a deed.
Would you have it surely done;
It you'd never come to need,
Wait not wealth from any one.
Deem no coin too small to save,
Quit not certainty for hope;
Good denied, you cease to crave,
Neither o'er the future mope.
What you can't by bushels take,
Get by spoonfuls, if you can;
Never mounts from mole hills make;
Ere you leap, the distance scan.
Shiver not for last year's snow,
Nor bemoan the milk
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