Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-08-17
THE SHERlFF'S DAlJGHTEp
= TALE OF MAINE SA!UOOLEIeS.
By J. OTIS SWIFT
tCont:nued from last Saturday,
By J. OTIS SWIFT.

Sprung TO the top. He hoped that If X
we're true that ans evil had overtaken
me slfi his son had laid down his life
IKE Il man and catholic, in the de-
fence.
Cooking his rifle again and holding
II ready to shoot he followed care
iuiiy where the bear. crouchinc al
most to the cold ground, pushed his
way through the bushes.
Flatfoot OBrien. Mortified by sight
of the bear that had appeared to hir,
when he shot Farmer Bill Nivins
years before, had fled over the noun
tainsid", but afte" falling into a brook
ana getting thoroughly cool and wet
had collected himself enough TO re
member that all his provisions were
hidden on the hilltop. and after all il
was Just as dangerous for him to be
caught in the morning in some farm
yard down below as at was to be
caught by a Ghostly bear on the noun
ttaintop. So he retraccd his steps to
tie mountain and had just approached
the Old we'll where BESSIE ami Pierre
With help. when Croteau came pushing
of tie clearing.
is that you. Jules" called Pierre
from y, low when he heard the loose
boards on top of the we'll showed aside.
s.Whptcr'ii is Jules" aint no Jules
It's SliugSlcr Flatfnnt O'Ericn as YOU
lnsayuE sonter captur for the 500 that
that dopey Dop"tieId offered, called
the seering voice Of the smucSlcr.
Don't you call my father names"
called Bessie. rising in impotent anger
and shaking her fist at the head in the
moonlight above.
.sNhatH Who are We, anyway. girl
BY the powers hut | know you now,
TifaEe captured the sheriff's daughter.
an ii pretty one III be bound. Who'd
u thought"
He did not finish. for a cold moist
sncut was thrust down into his face
from above. and a great hairy paw
pushed him rudely aside as if he had
been blackberry bramble instead of
one of the heaviest men in southwest
crn Maine.
Flatfoot O'Brient was to terrified to
scream as he had done before. He
rolled away from the we'll and rose up
in the bushes to run away. AS he
came to his feet he saw against the
sinking moon the form of the elder
CIotcau, with is beard just like the
me that Farmer Bill Nivins had worn.
and his rifle over his arm. Croteau
was pushing into the clearing cautious
w. He saw the head of F'latfoot at
the same time that the outlaw saw
him. and raising his rifle hastily fired.
L, 1 U,,1,s
bushy head ana struck Flatfoot in the
upper left arm. But he braced himself
and bowling in pain and rage ran off
Town the mountain.
Pierre ana Bessie heard the shot and
the wells. and a minute after saw the
fathers white face at the opening
lbove. He could see them palmer than
they could see him.
Are YOU hurt my children" he
lsted anXiously.
No. mon pere not bit Are you?
No. but know somebody that is or
ny old gun has played me false for
NICE"
Then mutual explanations. and after
ward the man above looked around for
,omeway TO get the young folks out of
he well. He found the rope. but even
le with all his strength did not feel
equal to drawing them up to the sur
face. SO he enlisted Jules. The rope
was tied around the bears great neck
md the other end thrown down to
Pierre who passed it around Eessie'S
waist and then called that all was
eady. Crote&u led Jules away and
Jessie rose to the surface and scram-
blcd out. Pierre followed in the same
way. and then carefully covering over
he we'll the whole party. thankful for
/ heir escape. turned own the mountain.
The eastern sky was just commencing
10 grow light as they entered tn"
lousc and found Marie. her ey. fun
# sleep. irving To build the fire. When
she heard the story she stopped break
raSt and put BESSIE promptly to bed
With doses Of pcnnyroyal and hot gin
ger.