Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-08-24

sound of wheels and moment ar.
the hard breathing of horses. Inston,
~ his thoughts turned to tho .,,,,,..
sIcrS. There had been so much ,;..,.e
hauled through the country recon.I
that the farmers along these ,ona,,
roads naturally thought of tho sn,,,n
g'crs ana their loads of. contraban,
whenever they heard the sounds O
wheels at night.
But he knew that only that week III,
local bands of smugglers had receive,
a decided setback in the conviction a N,
imprisonment of Flatfoot ORrien IN,
NEST noted of the Maine rum smug
glers. Surely none of his follower,
| would have taken up the transnortips
of contraband so soon. Flatfoot ha(
attempted to shoot the sheriff wher
the latter was making a seizure anf
had been caught by Pierre and Bessie
aided by Pierre's tame bear. Jule.
| Breton. So the young man thonrh,
! that it was not the Flatfoot gang
Pierre pushed into the bushes beside
| the road and waited. His heart bea
very loudly AS the sounds of the wag-
| ons came nearer and nearer. and
/ now and then the swapping of a whiy
| or the grOwl of Il tcamster told him
that there were several in the party
At last the wagons were directly in
front of him. and the leader pulled W
and waited for the others.
wasn't it here that we was ter
meet de cap?" he asked in a low
voice. The driver of the team behind
looked about and up at the old hem
lock, and nodded.
Dis ere's de place" he said.
The leader stopped and lit his pipe
The others came up and all sat down
on rock beside the road to wait
They talked good deal about the
captain" One thought she would be
Il better one to work for than Flatfoot
O'Brien had been. and another thought
she would not. One said she was too
young. and another that she would be
scared when it came to a pinch.
Scared" exclaimed the leader.
Not much She is IL true chip Of the
old block. Why. she is a regular hell
cat when she gets mad. | wouldn' [
like to he the folks caught Snug
Gler F'latfoot if she ever gets the drop
on them. l remember her once in IL
JOINT in Lewiston when she was going
around taking orders with her father.
The old chap got over the bay and
SoTc of the fresh young fellows around
town We're for guying him They did
mt know that the gal was hiS'n. They
was putting cigar ashes in his beer
when she flounceS UP and slapS one of
them across the face with a stove
poker and throws the beer. ashes and
all. in the face Of another. That made
ON mad. and | s'posc they thought she
was the daughter of the Of woman
who kept the kitchen dive. an one of
them til.sies up to her and tries to kiss
her. Yer oU.shter to have seen her
eyes She's = virtuous girl If she is in
the smucSlin' business. She ups with
chair and fells the cur to the floor.
and | guess she would have killed him
if his friends hadn't got onto them
selves and hustled him out He was
a member of Lewiston'S Goldfish
aristocracy, Yer know. and ii WAS
hushed UP. His face was sewn up by
surgeon. and an item appeared IN
one Of the papers saying he was kicked
by a horse No. sir, she is little
thing. an all that, but there ain
nobody in Lewiston or Portland who
can hold ii candle to her when she is
cornered. Hark,"
Down the hills came the faint dfurn-
ming OF horses hoof. going at can
ter. and one exclaimed:
That's her
Don't be too sure-may be a dep
utv.'
God help him if it is. ] amt feeiin'
like running tonight.
We'll. be careful how YOU shoot.
We don't want to stir things up any
more | am thinking that if there is
any more shoo:ir Ill this district We
shall stir up the Maine farmers to
action. faint no use talkin- II the
real farmin' element once gets its mad
IN we uns wou'd have to stand from
under. IT is only hccaus. t'+ law =
abiding people don't care. tia; w gan
dc any.hrc. They don't enfoIce the
law because it is too much trouble.
II we get to killing men on the ni-h-
vav right sn' left. they viii simply
st.p on us. But that's Miss Dimrles,
al right"
The lonely rider was now climbing
the NIL. and y, es"ndy blew peculiar
" histle. ana stopp'l.
II was answered by one of the men.
and into the circle of the lantern liSht
| trotted a long-legged. sleek looking mare
with a young girl of perhaps 10 or - on
| her back 1t took but one look to satisfy
| Pierre that the mare was the famous
| ''Smuggler Nell that he had so oiteh
| seen Flatfoot o Bricn riding through inc
| country. and a look at the handsome
| maid on the creatures back made MN
| guess whose daughter she was. she hdu
| the wickedly handsome eyes OF smuSSier
| E'Iatfoot and his own square ana I'M
COMPROMISING chin. Her delicate nose
| was covered with faint and bewitchins
| frecLles. and her wavy light brown haif
was a charming frame for the strlklhs
| face She sat the horse with the grace
! of Il nvmph. and the great creature
seemed proud to bear her.
| ..Well boys, she said laughing, h"u
got here all right. didn YOU: ma
| have the infOrma ton that We wah'eu
| The sheriff up there has got Dee III NJ
| bonnet. and we can't go over therc. %,
| night But over in the other county IL
viii he All right My telegram from Dos,
/ ton gives me authority to sell inc SUN ia
J Ia anyone who wants it. So we VIII Jos
| .,Inn~ 10 stephens woods and turn mt
| no Gid clearing for the night ! CUES
| th.t the,- will not he looking for ms ihcN
viii think. now that papa is IN lhomas'
| ton they have knocked the thlhS III 'ht
| head for A time. oh. ii makes me mao
| p,It he ought to have been more carer u.
| Who is this Pierre crotcau, anN"a!
/ ,nd si,e looked around inQuirinSly