The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-05-04
Continued from last week.

moved into that cottage beyond the
bridge-a young man all alone and
having a suspicious looking mustache
move into a cottage that they say
Is haunted by the ghost Of an old
woman that choked herself to death
with the Quinsy, says to myself.
says I:
Martin, my boy, keep your eye
on that young Teller! It's counterfeit.
ing, bigamy. conspiracy, arson or
breach-of-promise he's up to-
That's what / says, Miss Lawton,
and there's more to come. Half an
hour ago, Mr.. Kane drove past here,
and he sees me at the door and says:
Hello, Martini
Hello, yourself!'
"'Why amt you arresting the muir.
derer?
What's the row, Kane?'
Feathers in the road back there
hens feathers-tail feathers body
feathers! They mean murder in the
cottage, Martin, and it's for you to be
out and doing
That's what he says, Miss Lawton,
and IL you'd been minute later you
wouldn't have found me here. I'd have
been looking at the blood and slaugh.
ter down there"
why, Nj. Martin. it's as easy az
Gie,' replied Peggy. There's no muir
der about it. That young man you
.n0i.a nf ctpia NV four hans
He did that. It's what Is called q
primer facus case"
these are feathers from my stolen
hens."
More Primer facus."
And there mas been no murder. Just
case Of chicken stealing"
And the murder of the stolen
chickens"
And We'll get warrant and arrest
him."
Well go right down without war
rant and give him no time to flee the
country or hide the evidences of his
crime. Get into my sleigh at the door
| shall want you to identity thu bodies
OF the killed and slain"
They drove up to the haunted cot
tage to find the young man CUTTING
wood at the door. He put down his ak
and lifted his cap. He also smiled
and saluted. There were no blood
stains on his clothing. He did not trem.
Die when told that he was in the mer
CHESS grip of the law. On the con
trary, he laughed. The constable re.
lated the proofs against him, and he
laughed some more and replied:
so. Miss-Mlss--you have lost
some white Leghorn hens?"
Yes, sir" was Peggy's answer.
Please come to the back door.
There is my dog. He is worrying away
at a black hen, found dead in the
road two days ago. You didn't notice
whether the feathers out there were
black or white, did your" n
But you are here alone,b lameIy
protested the constable.
Because I want to make some ex
periments in chemistry, and prefer to
be alone. feel like being out doors
this bright morning, and suppose the
three OF us run down the chicken
thief. That is, unless you still sus..
pect-"
But Constable Martin hung his head
and Peggy Lawton blushed and soft.
ly called herself names. The trail
was taken up at the coop and follow.
ed across the fields and through the.
woods for mile, but the pursuers'
were too late. The tramps, who had
stolen and eaten the chickens were
gone.
The Hon. John Lawton was a man
or perspicuity. He listened to Peggy's
story. thought over It for minute and
then said:
Peg, it's your next!"
What do you, mean, daddy?"
why, a young man who wouldn't,
think OF stealing poor girl's chickens
VIII turn around and steal q fathers
only daughter!"
And the Hon. John was LOOKING
ahead inst a year.