The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-09-21
PEhHSYLVAHIA PETE
BY LEIGH CURTIS.

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
scraplng of chairs on the boards
within and she flew around to the
tree where her horse was tied. In
a 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.
Don't be frightened" said a mans
voice at her ear. 81 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 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 apd all sounds had
stilled. Then she looked down at the
face and saw that it was turned to-
seriousness.
Il will give you some whisky" said
Anne, in low tone, and she brought
small flask from her saddle bags
Il am Anne Hecker, the sheriff's
daughter
"The sheriff's daughter! Thank you,
Miss Hecker. And who am l, please?"
Your description is posted all over
the county," said Anne, "and / am
criminal because l am helping you to
escape"
WHO am II" he insisted.
Pennsylvania Pete" she replied i'm
patiently.
Am I?' he asked curiously. "Do
you remember the description"
Some of it-five feet ten inches,
blue eyes. Why, your eyes are brownw
she exclaimed, excitedly.
Exactly"
Then you can't be Pennsylvania
Petei"
"Hardly-but wish l werei'
"Why?"
Il wouldn't be lying helpless here
with this ankle
ooh, I forgot! You must think me
cruel TO neglect you. l will rub some
of this whisky on it-so-and, have
you handkerchief There,
that is an improvised bandage Now
will you try to get on my horse? l
will lead you to my fathers house"
This was test Of his sincerity.
No outlaw would willingly visit
Sheriff Recker.
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 a futile chase and their
first glimpse of Anne and her COM
panion sent them wnooping to meet
her.
Il declare if she hasn't caught
him. yelled Hen Lopez.
Don't be silly said Anne coolly.
Il found this gentlman suffering from
a sprained ankle. Father, will you
help him into the house? Hen, please
telephone for the DOCTOR
Open mouthed they obeyed her COM
mands.
Sheriff Hecker had a brief converse
ton with the stranger and came grin
ming into the next room, where Nan
was heating a can of broth for the
newcomer.
who do you suppose that is?' He
nodded over his shoulder. ~
Pennsylvania Pete after all?" she
gasped
Not on your life It's the governor"
"Governor?''
Governor of the state-been stay
ing at Frobar's ranch; got lost on the
range; had an accident. He's got
papers to prove his identity, and l re-
member his face now. I 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 time
when I was Pennsylvania Pete l met
my wife and fell in love with her at
first sight"
And the real Pennsylvania Pete?
He never came back.
Copyright, 1915, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate)