The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-04-20

which the only real thing was the stall
wart bulk of MACPHERSON encouraging
him forward-and then-the little shoe.
He reused himself with q start, realiZ-
ing that the Scotchman was answering
his question.
cit might hae been fifteen minutes
mayhap more, when we COON to her
little footprints in the snow. Then"
he paused q moment and his voice
softened, I'VE found her wee slipper In
q snow bank A bit further we found
tother one-and the snow began tae be
fecked wi draps Of blood. But i
should say 1t was mair than half an
hour before we COON upon the lass1e
herself, lying in faint like"
WAS she conscious?'' -
Nae, and we could ma bring her to,
80 we wrappit her in DOR coats and
took her back to the guide wife,"
"Wil you tell us please in what con-
dition Miss Page was when I-when
you-arrived at your house with herT'
MACPHERSON frowned at the memory
and a deeper note crept into his tones
as he said slowly:
''She was nae conscious, and her
clothes were tairn to pieces and hang1n'
In ribands Such clothes as she had
on, puir lassie! Her feeties were cut
wi the ice and the stones, and there
was q terrible wound on her forehead
and an ill faured queer bruise on one
shoulder
WAS your wife alone In the house
when you returnedT'
Nae, there was maybe half dozen
men frae the town, who had heard OF
the lassfe and had COON to help the
search. They set up a shout when
they saw US, and had one Of them
fire his revolver to tell the others Miss
Page was wi u.s."
did they show any emotion at the
sight OF Miss Pages condition." asked
Langdon, and q little shudder shook
Mrs. Page, who alone Of all those pres
ent knew Of the tragedy to which that
emotion had led. MacPherson's
voice, too, was grim as he said:
at wouldna call it emotion but there
was q guide bit Of murmurin' against
those who had driven SO sweet lassie
distractit and sent her to maybe her
death in the snow. The murmurm
grew louder when they saw the hurt
and there were cries to know who had
done it. When Mr.. Langdon told them
the murmurs grew louder and finally
one Of the lads cried out in q loud voice.
This town has IA room for wifebeat-
ers and drunken brutes-he ought to
be hung"
A stir Of excitement swept through
the courtroom, for MACPHERSON. with
Using infection of his voice, had
brought before them vision OF the
| snowy night and the little house from
whose doorway the lamplight streamed
out, mellowing the snow to gold, and
| touching with its fingers of light the
grim faces of that group of men stirred
to the deep anger of the mob at the
thought Of Dan Pages brutality.
did the other men make any
threats?' -,
| AYE. Another one of them cried
| DOT, KILN is too good fer Dan Page
He should be horsewhtpped out OF
town At that, my wife COON up tc
me and says, For the lassie's sake
don't let them be takin' the law into
their DON hands or there'll be murder
done this NIGHT So l cried 'Dinna
take the matter too personal, lads
we've law and a gaol in this town
Somebody get the sheriff.
"Did they heed you?'
"I couldna tell at the time, because
lust then a cutter comes dashin' ooI
with twa men In it, and one shouts
DOT, Have you found Mary Page? Ant
they all answers, Yes, she's found!
Then he says, I'm James Pollock-hel
fance-and I have come to take bel
home"
"Was Miss Page still unconscious? ?
The question came sharply. MacPher
son shook his head.
mae. she was conscious, and WheI
she heerd him she gave cry OF NO
no, nor and dragged herser up from
where she lay and chung to Mr.. Lang
don. At that the man Pollock push1
by me and cried, Mary! Mary hav'
come to take you home."
Ibid Miss Page answer him9
2 mae, she just shookit her head, ant
Mr.. Langdon said, Miss Page is no
going home yet But Mr. Pollock wa
sair angry and shouted, What tn
devil have you got to do with 1t
Haven't you made trouble enough?
"Dtl Mr.. Pollock make any move to
ward Miss Pager
aye. He tookit a quick step fof
ward like he would carry her off, bu
the guide wife stoppit him. yen n
move the puir lassie till she is warn
and restit.' she said. and put her arm
ABBOTT her and tookit her into the heo
room beyant. Mr.. Lang len heiplt he'
; and when he came cot he sail. - IS
Page will not return to her drtf""