Connecticut western news., 1916-04-27

Sdh PTOlSSh fEOsfi fSE 1 was ma with MT. Pollock that the las
 sic should go, so I pit it tae MT. Lang
 don, that wi my horse in the sleigh,
 we cude carry the lassie out the door
 to the kitchen and drive off, leavin the 1 gude wife to tell the ithers."
 Did you carry this plan out?" Aye. We fillit the sleigh with
 blankets, and I pit my shotgun in the
 front and we helpit the lassie oot-"
 "Will you tell us please" broke in the Judge with some asperity, "what
 you expected to do with a shot-gun?"
 And little twinkle sparkled for all l instant in MacPherson's eyes.
 MT. Pollock was in an automobile"
 Ae said, "and shot is a grand thing for | tires. Nae doot you can guess yourself how much chance they have to es-
 cape it."
 A ripple of laughter swept through
 the room, instantly hushed at the
 warning frown of the Judge, and Mac Pherson, his huge brown hands grip
 ped about the edge of the stand, turn
 ed inquiringly towards Langdon.
 "Will you tell us. Mir. MacPherson,
 as briefly as possible, what occurred
 while you were on your way to the
 residence of Dr. JamisonT
 eve had ma mair than got startit
 when the noise of the horse brought
 one of Pollock's friends to the corner l of the house to look cop the back road.
 At sight of us he gave a cry and ran back, shoutin' to AIr. Pollock. We had a fair getaway, but ma horse is as gude as one of those devil ma chimes. and they were after us at once. | So 1 toOliit the reins and give them to | MT. Langdon and said. You drive, and
 pit the lassie doom. I've a way of stop
 pin them as is behin', but need my 1 hands, At thot I tookit my gun and | stude up in the sleigh. I cude see the 1 ithers plainly. and 1 shOutit, Go back. 1 unless ye want to be hurtitr But they
 only SwOre at me, and when I saw 1 they were gainin' I sent load of shot 1 towards them. It did ma harm, but they stoppit short, tae see if there was hurt. They'll ma coom after Us again the nicht,' 1 said; but it was no mair q 1 don said, I hear the mOtor!' And
 said There's anither barrel to ths gum"
 It was a strange scene that he dre"' for them in his deep, quiet voice-a | scene so unreal that it was incredible to most of those present that it could
 all have happened not so very many pniIac from, tba co1lrt-room yhara thny
 now sat-a scene with the dark, snowy
 road and the silent woods for its set
 ting, with the flying sleigh speeding al.
 most noiseless over the slippery road.
 Langdon, his face white and set with ] fatigue and anxiety holding the tug ging reins in one hand while the other arm held close the half-conscious form of Mary, her bandaged head ghastly
 above the enwrapping blankets; while
 over them lowered the grim figure of the great Scotchman, his shotgun to
 his shoulder, his big body swaying
 with the speed of the flying sleigh.
 "I waited till they came cop too
 close" he finished, a deep note throb- ping in his voice, "and then I did fer
 tire wi the second shot. The auto
 nigh upset wi the force of the explo-
 sion, and they all jumpit oot. And that
 was the last we saw of them" Did you remain at Dr. Jamison's house when you reached thereT "Na. For when I had seen the puir
 lassie taken away by the kind gude
 wife of the doctor, and I knew she
 were safe, I keepit thinkin' of how
 fast the men had gone fra the hoose
 that nicht, and I says to MT. Langdon,