The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-11-23
GIRL CAPTURED BY
BRIGANDS FINDS HERO
BY JOHN PHILIP ORTIZ.

and phaeton brought around to thu
door of her fathers house in Bell
Vile that she might take driv'
down the Shady Beech road. Sh
stepped into the vehicle, gathered vi
the lines and gave the pony cut will
the whip and was off. A man Away
utters cluck to start horse;
woman always gives him a cut.
After a drive of three miles Mis-
Claire turned out of the road ant
hitched the pony and then strollet
into a grove to sit down and think a:
the summer breeze sighed through th'
branches above her head.
The girl thought and thought ant
thought! She had got il about settled
come along, when chipmunk ran
along the ground before her and dived
into his burrow.
Poor thing-he shall not smother
down there because he fears mel" e.,'
claimed the tender-hearted girl as she
rose up and looked around for help.
In a moment more she was running
through the woods, thinking she
heard the voices of men. She was
right about that. She hadn't taken a
hundred steps when three brigapds
lying hidden in hollow leaped up
and came rushing at her They wore
rough clothes; they had long hair;
their whiskers were black as the ace
of spades and matted with leaves.
Seize her and to horse!" shouted
the leader.
Miss Claire was duly seized. She
wanted to stop and explain about that
suffering suffocating chipmunk, but
the brigands were hustlers and they
made her hustle, too
In minute and half three horses
were reached, and the leader of the
brigands shouted:
Keep the sheriff off, boys, until I
can get little START"
And then there were whoops from
the bushes across creek, and the
reports of firearms from all around,
and Miss Claire was hustled further.
That is the leader mounted his cay
use anu one WdS 6idpueu anu hoiSteu
up to him and the beast started off on
a run for life.
after 'em, boys!"
Shoot tem down like dogs!"
mo quarter to brigands!"
"Ki-yi! Whoop!"
Miss Claire only partly lost con
seriousness. II was a wild ride up and
down hills-across meadows and
through thickets, and she prayed
that the sheriff's party would not fail
1t was wonderful how very quickly
that suffering chipmunk was forgot
ten
At length justice prevailed, as 1t al
ways should. but never does when the
other man has the most money tC
spend on lawyers. The two brigand'
covering the retreat were killed of
after being struck In vital part:
about thirty times apiece and theI
the leaders horse gave stumble ant
a groan and fell to breathe his last
Nobody hurt in the fall-merelI
bounced some more. Behind the car
cass knelt the last and the most des
perate of the brigands and emptict
his guns at the advancing foe ant
then died with the sacred name o
mother" on his ashen lips Thel
the sheriff's posse dashed in will
whoops Of victory.
Miss Claire Benson lay sprawlet
out in a graceful and picturesque pc
sition,
who are you, and how did yol
happen to butt in here!"
"She's the girl" answered thu
brigand leader who had died ant
come again I'd life with promptnes
and dispatch.
"The girl be hanged! You made
mistake! There is the girl over Their
you should have carried off, but sh
was late in getting here. Nice sor
of thing you've done!"
Miss Claire recovered her dignity
and as the sheriff stepped forwar'
and raised his hat she demanded II
turn:
"Sir, will you explain this outrage?
I'll try to, miss, and beg your PAL
don a thousand times over We e."
moving picture actors, and are GU
here acting play for reel. The CIR
who was to be carried off by tn
brigands Is a farmers daughter, Blu
through some blunder she didn't reacl
her assigned place in time. 1t seem
you were there, and the brigand
thought it was all right to go ahead
Isn't it so, Mr.. Aldrich?"
The brigand leader had dotted ha
wig and whiskers and laid aside hi
guns and bandolier, and he now ar
peared as a fine looking young mar
With a bow and smile he said:
Its my fault, and can't hope L
be forgiven. / think you tried t
make an explanation, but it was to-
late then. Our cue was out and W
had to hustle. You were in the wood
to gather flowers?"
His query reminded Miss Claire o
that poor chipmunk, and she forgo
all else temporarily and cried out:
Some one must come with me a
once! There's a poor little anima
dying back there!"
With her hand in Mr.. Aldrichs the
haetaned hack IN the woods wit