The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-03
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 And I suppose it was love of simon that made him employ that fanily.'s he snarled- sOh, yes, that's comic. Twas Simon and no that grinning las sic they call Phedrei Atterson? Tushl I tell ye, if ever man made fuIe O himself''-
 But here. despite McAndrew's pro tests, Joe left the farm.
 At the store which was next visited we learned the position of the poin- 'tarre steading and the fact that old Pointarre, the daughters. Phedte and Claire, and one son, Simon, were at home.
 The door was opened by a girl Of about twenty years of age. Her bright brown eyes and hair made her very good looking. Joe gave her a quick glance
 1T came to see your sister, said he.
 .'Si1nen,s called the girl, here's a man to see Phedre.a
 ssWhafs your businessT, growled a mans voice from the inner room. .sWhy sent you ?''
 Cant tell that, but guess Miss Pointarre will know when give her the message 7
 .sWell, suppose you'd best see her. She's down bringing in the cows, You'n find her below there in the meadow
 Joe thanked him and we set off. A twig broke under my foot and the girl swung round at the noise.
 What do you wantgs she asked.
 She was tall and really glorIously handsome,
 < s.rve come from Atterson. Eye just seen him. said November.
 There are many people who see him every day Wbat of that P
 teHuhl Dom they read the newspa- per in LendeviIIe? There's something about him going round. came think ing you'd sure want to hear" said No vember
 The color rose in Phedre's beautiful { face
 4They're saying, went on Joe, .ethat he robbed the bank where he is em- pIoyed of $1O0. 900, and instead of try ing to get away on the train or by one of the steamers he made for the woods
 , What interest have I in this? It en- nuies me to Hsten.''
 sfWaftl'' replied November. With i ! itersonss trail on the old colonial post road and in time come up with Alter son himself nigh Red river The po- lice takes Atterson prisoner, but they found nothing. Though they searched him and all round about the camp, they found nothing.
 He had hidden it, I suppose. ?
 'tSo the police thought And I thought the same til1"-Noyem gaze never left her face sstill I see his eyes. The pupils were like pin points in his head. He paused and added: CT got the bottle of whisky that was in his pack. It'll go in as evff ence.'
 "Of what?n she cried impatiently.
 -sThat Atterson was drugged and the bank property stole from him. You see, continued Joe, this robbery wasn't altogether Atterson's own idea. '
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 eeNo, I guess he had the first notion of it when he was on his vacation six weeks back. He was in love with a wonderful handsome girl. Blue eyes she had and black hair, and her teeth was as good as yours. She pretended to be in love with him, but all alona she was in love with-Wel1, l clns9 say who she was in love with-hersels likely. Anyway, expect she used al her influence to make Atterson rob tht bank and then light out for the wood with the stuff. He does all she want On his way to the woods she meet him with pack of food and neces saries. In that pack was a bottle Of drugged whisky. She asks him where he's going to camp that night, he sus poets nothing and tells her, and of she goes in canoe up Red river till she comes to opposite where he's lying drugged. She lands and robs him, but she don't want him to know who done that, so she plays an old game to con ceal her tracks. She's rare active young woman, so she carries out her plan, gets back to her canoe and home to LendevilIe. Need tel any more about her?'
 During Joe's story Phedre's color had slowly died away.
 'sYou are very cIeverr' she said bit terly. But why should you tell me all this?'s
 Because Pm going to advise you to hand over the $1o0,0Oo you took from Atterson. Pm in this case for the bank"
 'sI?" she exclaimed violently "Do you dare to say that had anything