The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-09-01
PENNSYLVANIA PETE
BY LEIGH CURTIS.

recently nailed to the door of the
sherif's Office:
500 REWARD
For the capture of Peter Emmons,
alias Pennsylvania Pete" escaped
from Draynor state prison Friday
night, June A. Height feet 10
inches; fair complexion, blue eyes.
Anne read no further; there was a
scraping of chairs on the boards
within and she few around to the
tree where her horse was tied. In
moment she was galloping down the
trail toward Lost river.
Lost river was a busy, rushing little
stream. Anne took her sketching block
from the saddle bags and sat down
against huge bowlder. There we're
several of these powders heaped
roughly together and half concealed
by ragged mesquite.
Don't be frightened" said a mans
voice at her ear. Il wonder IL you
happen to have any whisky or any
thing"
Pale faced, her heart beating like
triphammer, Anne stared down into
the mesquite beside her.
All she could see was mans white
face. His eyes were closed-he had
tainted while speaking to her.
With hand on her heart she parted
the bushes and saw that he vas fair
haired and sunburned, and-yes-quite
desperate looking.
And In that moment came the clat-
ter of hoofs as the posse reached
Lost river in search of Pennsylvania
Pete
Her fathers angry voice hailed her.
What In blazes are you doing down
here, Amer" he called. Get back
home at once. This is no place for
you"
Very well. dad" said Anne calmly
Have you got your gum" demanded
the sheriff. anxiously.
Anne produced the efficient little au.
tomato weapon.
But she did not rise until the sheriff
and his posse had disappeared in Lost
River canyon and all sounds had
stilled Then she looked down at the
face and saw that 1t was turned to-
ward her. The man had regained con-
sciousness
Il will give you some whisky" said
Anne, In a low tone, and she brought
a small flask from her saddle bags.
Il am Anne Hecker. the sheriffs
daughter"
The sheriff's daughter! Thank you,
Miss Hecker. And who am I, please?"
Your description is posted all over
the county" said Anne, "and am a
criminal because am helping you to
escape
Who am ~" he insisted.
Pennsylvania Pete,' che replied i'm.
patiently.
Am II" he asked curiously. dc
you remember the description
Some of it-fve feet ten inches,
blue eyes. Why, your eyes are brown!"
she exclaimed. excitedly.
Exactly
Then you can't be Pennsylvania
Pete.s
'Hardly-but wish were!"
"Why?"
Il wouldn't be lying helpless here
with this ankle"
"Oh, l forgot! You must think ME
cruel to neglect you / will rub some
OF this whisky on it-so-and, have
you a handkerchief?-tha There,
that is an improyised bandage. Now
will you try to get on my horse? ]
will lead you to my fathers house"
This was test of his sincerity.
No outlaw would willingly visit
Sheriff Hecker.
There was much excitement when
Anne came toiling up the trail leading
her horse, on which sat the dropping
stranger.
The sheriff and his posse had re-
turned after futile chase and their
first glimpse of. Anne and her com
panion sent them whooping to meet
her.
II declare If she hasn't caught
him!" yelled Hen Loper.
Don't be silly" said Anne eooIly
Il found this gentlman suffering from
sprained ankle. Father, viii you
help him into the house? Hen. please
telephone for tho doctor"
Open mouthed they obeyed her COM
mands.
Sheriff Hecker had brief conversa-
tion with the stranger and came grin
ming into the next room, where Nan
was heating can of broth for the
newcomer
Who do you suppose that is?" He
nodded over his shoulder.
Pennsylvania Pete after al.?" she
gasped.
mot on your life. It's the governor.
Governor"
Governor OF the state-been stay
ing at Frobars ranch; got lost on the
range; had an accident. He's got
papers to prove hfs identity. and re-
member hit face now. 7 voted for
him last fall Hustle along the beef
tea, honey"
The young governor has a favorite
story which he often tells.
Sometimes he begins. "Once. when /
was a desperate outlaw" but more
often he says. Once upon a time
wien / was Pennsylvania Pete | met