Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1909-01-02
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The Sheriff and the Oh:


Annie Jane hoped out Of bed al
ran to the window. Two triangu
patches of light on the driveway, I,
lowed by a dark bulk, betrayed
arrival Of an automobile. The vol
Of men raised in angry altercati
flOated through the open window.
ooh, dear! He's caught anoti
one," walled Annie Jane sleepily
she lighted a candle and proceeded
brush her pretty brown hair.
The mirror reflected a lovely fac
full of sweetness and modesty, Will
soft curves and enchanting dimples
"If mother was only at home to takej
turns with me-
annie jane" beloved a voice uI|
the stairway. You git dressed anC
come down. 1 got another one o
them chawfers down herew
Coming, father" yawned Ann
Jane, buttoning herself into lit
pink frock she had worn that afternoo
When she entered the kitchen I'D
father was sitting on corner Of the
table fussing with an old fashioned
revolver. Beside him was shotgun.
Every separate snowy whisker Of
the sheriff bristled with hostility when
he glanced toward the lawbreaker
/ whom he had captured.
The unhappy prisoner was lounging.
his chair tilted back against the wall.
He was also smoking a cigarette and
| eying his warlike captor with good
| natured tolerance. He jumped to his
| feet when he saw Annie Jane and the
cigarette performed a parabola into
| the coal scuttle.
i "Sit DOWN. roared Peter Lamson. 81
reckon you don't realize you're a pris-
oner, young man! Now, Annie Jane
he added, turning to the girl, I'm GO
| ing over to get the justice and have
him
you better let me take you over in
my car" interrupted the prisoner
| eagerly.
The sheriff glared at him wrathful
~. Eyes, and when you get me on,
in the road you'll run away with me
just as chawfer did with sheriff
down Scuogue way! AS 1 said. Annie
Jane" he continued. turning his broad
back on the prisoner and addressing
his daughter. I'm going to ride ovel
to Justice Wainwright's and get hin
to come over. If he amt TO home
I'll get Smith. But I wanted Vain
wright to know I'm looking aftel
things on the Willow road"
"Oh, 1 say. sheriff" said the pris
oner, withdrawing his glance from
Annie James lowncast face. "I'-
"You keep still. young fellerr' thun
dered Peter Lamson. unbending hi
figure to its full height. "Now, yo,
understand that whatever you sa,
will be used agin you! Do 70,
march into that pantry, double quick!
The chauffeur measured the sheriff
with calculating eye. At the end o
a minute his gaze encountered Anni
James appealing glance. Then h
bowed his head and disappeared with
in the dark pantry.
The sheriff slammed the door, locke,
it and hung the key on a convenien
nail. Then he opened sliding doc
in the wall of the pantry
"Now, Annie Jane, you set here 4
front of the little door, and if tina
chawfer tries to get out do you MS
this weepon on him! Better aim 70
his feet ThatIl stop him quicker
anything else" He thrust the r,
volver into his daughters reluctan
grasp.
"You know I'm afraid Of firearm|
fatherw cried Annie Jane timorousl1
81 couldn't shoot it off"
Peter Lamson bent his head uni
his white whiskers brushed Ann
James pink ear. ut amt loaded"
whispered hoarsely. Then, with
r elaborate wink at the girl, he left a
room.
Five minutes later Annie Jan
crouched in the Boston rocker, fact
. the pantry, heard the rattle Of whel
as her father rode out Of the q
! | Just then tall clock in the cor
chimed IL.
Put the revolver on the table If
. are afraid of IT; won't try to esca
said reassuring voice from the
try. Framed In the opening was
good looking face Of the prisoner.
IF you'll promise" said Annie J
relievedly. She placed the weapon
the table and resumed her seat.
Father is yery-very conscientiou1
she murmured apologetically.
There Was q distinct chuckle RI