The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1912-10-11
GIRL CAPTURED By
BRlGANDS FINDS HERO
BY JOHN PHILIP ORTIZ.

and phaeton brought around to the
door of her fathers house in Bell.
vile that she might take a drive
down the Shady Beech road. She
stepped into the vehicle, gathered up
the lines and gave the pony cut with
the whip and was Off A man always
utters cluck to start a horse;
woman always gives him a cut.
After drive of three miles Miss
Claire turned out Of the road and
hitched the pony and then strolled
into a grove to sit down and think as
the summer breeze sighed through the
branches above her head.
The girl thought and thought and
thought! She had got it about settled
In her mind that her hero would never
come along, when a chipmunk ran
along the ground before her and dived
into his burrow
Poor thing-he shall not smother
down there because he fears mel" ex-
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
hundred steps when three brigands
lying hidden in a 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
can get little START"
And then there were whoops from
the bushes across a creek. and the
reports of firearms from all around,
and Miss Claire was hustled further.
That is, the leader mounted his cay
use and she was grabbed and hoisted
up to him and the beast started off on
run for life.
After 'em, boys!"
Shoot 'em down like dogs!"
mo quarter to brigands!"
"Ki-yi! Whoop!"
Miss Claire only partly lost con-
seriousness. 1t was 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
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At length justice prevailed, as it al
ways should, but never does when the
other man has the most money to
spend on lawyers. The two brigands
covering the retreat were killed off
after being struck in vital parts
about thirty times apiece and then
the leaders horse gave stumble and
groan and fell to breathe his last
Nobody hurt in the fall-merely
bounced some more. Behind the car
cass knelt the last and the most des
perate of the brigands and emptied
his guns at the advancing foe and
then died with the sacred name OF
mother" on his ashen lips. Then
the sheriff's posse dashed in with
whoops of victory.
Miss Claire Benson lay sprawled
out in a graceful and picturesque pc
sition,
who are you, and how did you
happen to. butt in here!"
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brigand leader who had died and
come again to life with promptness
and dispatch.
THE girl be hanged! You made 6
mistake! There is the girl over there
you should have carried off, but she
was late In getting here. Nice sor
of a thing you've done!"
Miss Claire recovered her dignity
and as the sheriff" stepped forward
and raised his hat she demanded IL
turn:
Sir, will you explain this outrage?
'I'll try to. miss, and beg your par
don a thousand times over. We arr
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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.. Aldrsch?"
The brigand leader had dotted ha'
wig and whiskers and laid aside hi
guns and bandolier, and he now az
peared as a fine looking young mar
With bow and smile he said:
TITS my fault, and ] can't hope +
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 fiowers?"
His query reminded Miss Claire c
that poor chipmunk, and she forge