The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-02-18

ITO your she scoffed. And who
are you? What right have you
I'm in this case for the bank Old
McAndrew knows me we'll and can
tell you my name"
"What is it?'
People mostly call me November
Joe"
She threw back her head-every at
titude. every movement Of hers was
wonderful.
Now. supposing that the money
could be found, what would you do?"
I'D go to the bank and tell them I'd
make shift to get every cent back safe
for them if they'd agree not to prose
cute anybody"
$50 you are man enough not to wish
TO see me in trouble?'
November looked at her. Il was sure
not thinking Of you ut ALL" he said
simply, but of Bank Clerk AtterSon.
who's lost the girl he robbed for and
ruined himself for. Id hate to see
that chap overpunished with dose of
| Jail too. But the bank people only
wants their money, and guess If they
get that they'll be apt to think the
less about the robbery the better. So
| If you take my advice-why. now's the
| time to see old McAndrew. You see.
Miss Pointarre. I've got the cinch on
| you"
She stood still for awhile. I'll see
| old man McAndrew." she cried sud
denly "I'n lead It's near enough
this way"
Joe turned after her. and followed
Without arousing McAndrew's sus-
| picions. Joe satisfied the girl as to his
identity.
Before dark she met us again
"Therer' she said, thrusting packet
into Joe's hand. But look out fbf
| yourself! Atterson isn't the only man
who'd break the law for love OF me
Think Of that at night in the lonely
bushv'
l saw her sharp white teeth grind
together as the words came from be-
tween them.
My" calculated November looking
after her receding figure. shes bad
loser. amt she. Mr.. Quaritch?"
|
| We went back into Quebec and joe
made over to the bank the amount of
their loss as soon as Harris the man
ager. agreed (rather against his will,
that no questions should be asked nor
action taken.
The same evening |. not being under
the same embargo regarding questions.
inquired from Joe how in the world
the fair Phedre covered her tracks
from the canoe to where Atterson was
lying.
THAT was simple for an active girl
She walked ashore along the paddle,
and after her return to the canoe threw
water upon the mark it made in the
mud Didn't you notice how faint it
WASP
But when she got on shore-how
did she hide her trail then?''
Its not new trick She took a
couple of short logs with her in the
sanoe. First she'd put one down and
step onto it. then she'd put the other
one farther up and step onto that.
Next she'd lift the one behind. and so
on. Why did she do that? Well.
reckon she thought the trick good
enough to blind Atterson. If he'd
found woman's tracks after being
robbed he'd have suspected
But you said before we left After
sons camp that whoever robbed him
was middle height. light weight aEl
had black hair"
We'll. hadn't she? Light weight be-
cause the logs wasn't much drove into
the ground. not tall since the marks OF
them was so close together"
But the black hair?'''
Joe laughed. THAT was the surest
thing of the lot and put me wise to il
and Phedre at the start Twisted VI
in the buckle of the pack she gave
Atterson l found several strands OF
splendid black hair. She must a
caught her hair in the buckles while
carrying it,
But. Joe. you also said at Red rivel
that the person who robbed Attersor
was not mere than twenty-five year!
old?"
well. the hair proved it was WON
an. and what but being in love witt
her face would make a slap up banl
clerk like Atterson have any truck will
Il settlers girl? And them kind ar,
early ripe and go off their looks a
twenty five | guess, Mr.. Quaritch. he
age was a pretty safe shot.