Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-02-02

break the law for love Of me-"
make shift to get every cent back safe
for them II 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. II was sure
not thinking Of you at 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 II they
get that they'll be apt to think the
less about the robbery the better. so
II 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 stool still for awhile. "Ill see
old man McAndrew," she cried sud-
denly. "I'll lead. It's near enough
this way"
Joe turned after her, and I 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 a packet
into Joe's hand. But look out for
yourself Atterson isn't the only man
who'd break the law for love OF me.
Think Of that at night in the lonely
bushw
| saw her sharp white teeth grind
together as the words came from be-
tween them.
"Myw calculated November, looking
after her receding figure, "she's a bad
loser amt she, Mr.. Quaritch"
We went back into Quebec and Joe
made over to the bank the amount OF
their loss rs soon as Harris, the man
ager, agreed (rather against his WILD
that no questions should be asked nor
action taken.
The same evening l, 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 1t made In the
mud. Didn't you notice how faint 1t
WASP
But when she got on shore-how
| did she hide her trail thenT
| "It's not new trick. She took
couple Of short logs with her In the
canoe. First she'd put one down and
step onto 1t, 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. II he'd
| found a 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 and
had black hair"
well, hadn't she? Light weight be-
cause the logs wasn't much drove into
| the ground not tall since the marks or
them was so close together"
"But the black hair?"
Joe laughed THAT was the surest
thing of the lot and put me wise to It
and Phedre at the start. Twisted up
in the buckle Of the pack she gave
Atterson l found several strands OF
splendid black hair. She must n
caught her hair in the buckles while
carrying H."
"But, Joe, you also said at Red river
that the person who robbed Atterson
was not more than twenty-five years
old"
"Well, the hair proved 1t was wom-
an, and what but being In love with
her face would make a slap up bank
clerk like Atterson have any truck with
settlers girl7 And them kind are
early ripe and 60 OF their looks at
twenty five. 1 guess. Mr.. Quaritch. her
age was a pretty safe shot.