The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1916-04-11

frs as he pictured TO himself that
strange night hunt for the slender girl
he loved The occasional shouts of
the other searchers; the fash of Ian
tern; the heavy shadows and wildly
white snow; the cold that stung his
face and hands and the aching weari-
ness that numbed his muscles. 1t had
been like a nightmare 10 him, a dream
that set his head TO throbbing, and in
which the only real thing was the stall
wart bulk of MACPHERSON encouraging
him forward-and then-the little shoe!
He reused himself with a start, realiz-
ing that the Scotchman was answering
his question
ut might hae been fifteen minutes
mayhap more. when we COON to her
little footprints in the snow Then
he paused moment and his voice
softened, I'VE found her wee slipper in
a snow bank. 4 bit further we found
t'other one-and the snow began tae he
fiecked wi draps of blood, But
should say it was mair than half an
hour before we COON upon the lassiC
herself, lying in faint like
Was she conscious?'
Nae, and we could ma bring her TO
so we wrappit her in cor coats and
took her back to the guide wife"
will you tell US please in what con
ditlon Miss Page was when I-wher
you-arrived at your house with her?'
MACPHERSON frowned at the memory
and deeper note crept into his tones
as he said slowly:
she was nae conscious, and hel
clothes We're tairn to pieces and hangin
in ribands. Such clothes as she had
on, puir lassie Her feeties were cut
wi the ice and the stones, and there
vas Il terrible wound on her forehead
and an i'll faured queer bru'se on one
shoulder"
Was your wife alone in the house
when YOU returnedT
Nae, there was maybe half a dozen
men frae the town. who had heard OF
the lassie and had COON TO help Tho
search. They set up Il shout wher
they saw Us, and had one Of then
fire his revolver TO tell the Others Mis-,
Page was wi us
did they show any emotion at Tho
sight Of Miss Pages condition. asked
Langdon, and a little shudder shool
Mrs. Page, who alone of all those pres
ent knew Of the tragedy to which tina
emotion" had led. MACPHERSON
J voice, TOO, was grim as he said;
Il wouldna call 1t emotion. hut Their,
was guide bit of murmurin' agains
those who had driven SO sweet n laSsit
disirnciit and sent her to maybe he
death ia the snow The murmu!n
grew loader when they saw the hur
and there were cries TO know who In,
donc it. When Mr. Langdon told them
the murmurs grew louder and FINAL,
one of the lads cried out in loud voice
This town has na room for Wilebcat
crs aud drunken bruteS-hc ought +
be hung
y stir Of excitement swept through
tie COURTROOM. for Macphcrson with
9ut n gesture. with no more than
rising infection of his voice, hat
brought before them vision of III
! snowy night ard the little house iron
whose doorway the lampllght streamc,
out, mcllowing the snow 10 gold am
touching with It's fingers of light th
grim faces Of that group of men stirre
to the deep anger Of the mob ut tn
thought Of Dan Pages brutality.
Did the other men make an
'AreatS?"
Aye. Another one of them erie
GOT. KILN Is too good fer Dan Pag,
He should be horSewhipped out G
town At that, my wife COON up I
me ana says, For the Nssie'S SAX,
don't let them he takn' the law int
their oon hands or there'll he murlc
done this nicht.' So | cried Dim
take the matter too personal, lads
we've law and Il snol in this tcwl
Somebody get the sheriff, 81
Did they heed you"
81 couldna tell nc the timc. hccaus
luS then cutter comes dashin' 90
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