The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-17
PENNSYLVANIA Pete
BY LEIGH CURTIS.

men, went on her way without inter
rupting him
Anne paused and read the notice
recently nailed to the door OF the
sheriff's Office:
500 REWARD
For the capture Of Peter Emmons,
alias Pennsylvania Pete" escaped
from Draynor state prison Friday
night. June 4. 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
q 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 were
several of these powders heaped
roughly together and half concealed
by ragged mesquite
voice at her ear. Il wonder if you
| happen to have any whisky or any
thing"
Pale faced. her heart beating like
a triphammer, Anne stared down into
the mesquite beside her
All she could see was a 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 was 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 we'll, 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 q low tone, and she brought
q 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
thsscoc--::y x.sa.d >Anre, ".snd.I an =
cr;mihar because ram helping you to
escape"
Who am II" he insisted.
Pennsylvania Pete." she replied i'm.
patiently.
Am r. he asked curiousiy. DO
.'ou remember the description"
Some of five feet ten inches,
blue eyes. Why. your eyes are brown"
she" exclaimed. excitedly.
Exactly"
Then you can't be Pennsylvania
Pete!"
"Hardly-but wish were!"
Why"
Il wouldn't be lying helpless here
with this ankle"
"oh. forgot! You must. think me
cruel to neglect you. I will rub some
Of this whisky on it-so-snd, have
you a erchief?-thanks. There
that is an improvised 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 whoopfng to meet
her.
II declare II she hasn't caught
him." yelled Hen Lopez.
Don't be silly" said Anne coollv
Il found this gentlman suffering from
sprained ankle. Father, win Won
help him into the house? Hen. please
telephone for the doctor"
Open mouthed they obeyed her com.
mands.
Sheriff Hecker had brief conversa.
tfon with the stranger and came grin.
ming into the next room, where Nan
was heating a oan Of broth for the
newcomer
Who do you suppose that isr' He
nodded over his shoulder.
"Pensylvania Pete after ali,- shs
gasped.
Not on your life. It's the governor.
Governors"
Governor Of the state-been STAY
ing at Frobar's ranch: got lost on the
range: had an accident. He's mi
papers to prove his identity, and I re.
member his face now. voted for
him last fall. Hustle along the beer
tea. honey"
The young governor has a favorite
story which he often tells.
Sometimes b. begins. Once, when 7
was desperate outlaw" but more
often he says. Once upon a time
when l was Pennsylvania Pete met
my wife and fell in love with her AT
hrst sight"
And the real Pennsylyania Pate,