New Britain herald., 1916-02-21
Read these episodes, each com plctc in six insertions. Sec them acted on the motion picture screen at the kccney Theater.
EPISODE \.

VIII you tell us, MT. Mdcl hcl9o'l' as briefly as possible, what occurred while you were on your way to the residence of Dr. Jamison?'
 We had na mair than got starut when the noise of the horse brought one of Pollocll's friends to the corner of the house to look cop the back road. At sight of us he gave a cry and ran back, shoutin' to MT. Pollock We had a fair getaway, but na horse is as gude as one of those devil machines, and they were after us at once. So I toollit the reins and give them to Mir. I4angdon and said, You drive, and pit the lassie doon. I've a way of stoppin' them as is behin', but l need my hands, At thot l toolIit my gun and stude up in the sleigh. I cude see the ith CTS plainly, and 1 shoutit. Go back, unless ye want to be hurtt' But they only sWOre at me, and when l saw they were gainin' I sent a load of shot towards them. It did na harm, but they stoppit short, tae see if there was hurt. They'll na coom after us again the nicht,' I said; but it was ma mair than a few minutes before MT. Langdon said. T hear the motor! And 1 said. There's anithe Ter barrel to the gun ''
 It was a strange scene that he drew 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 | miles from the courtroom where they now sat-a scene with the dark, snowy road and the silent woods for it's set ting. with the flying sleigh speeding alm ost nOiseless over the slippery road. Langdon his face white and set with fatigue and anxiety holding tho tugging reins in one hand while the other arm held close the half-con- scious form of Mary. her bandaged head ghastly above the enwrapping g blankets; while over them lowered the grim figure of the great Scotchfnan, 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, deep note throb- ping in his voice. "and then I did fer q tire wi the second shot. The auto nigh upset wi the force of the ex- plosion, and they all iumpit oot And that was the last we saw of them"
 Did you remain at Dr. JamisOn's house when you reached there?"
 Ma. For when I had seen the puil lassie taken away by the kind gude wife of the doctor. and I knew she were safe, I keepit thin<in' of how fast the men had gone fra the hoose that nicht. and I says to MT. Lang don I will ies' take a run back tc the town, I'm thinkin', and make sure there's ma harm coom to Dan Page through this nicht's work And Mir Langdon says. quick like. What dc you mean?' So I told him and the doctor, and MT. Langdon was all fer coomin' wi me. but the doctor would ma let him. 'Dnna fash yerseT,' said. when I saw the doctor was richt. I'll gae fast, and if there is 1 need fer you I'll come richt back. And the doctor said, You're all worn out, Philip. You've got to have some rest. Be sensible So went 1 back alone"
 At what hour did you reach the home of Miss Page"
 1 1T dinna ken the exact hour, but it were aboot daylight, and I cude sec | quite a ways ahead of me"
 ! twill you tell us. please, what You ] saw when you approached the Page | house?"
 Slowly one great hand clinched it.
 self into a knotted fist, and the
 muscles of his jaw frightened, and 1 across those who sat between, the l gray eyes of the Scotchman and the 1 tear dimmed eyes of Mrs. Page mel
 in a mute communion of terrible
 memories. Then, slowly with new
 tone of suppressed excitement in his voice he said:
 1 ''When l got nie enough to sec the
 hoose, I cude see a great black
 splotch in front of it, that I made oo1 l to be men. Then I cude hear shouts; 1 Come oot, Dan Page, we've summat
 to say to you' So I didna drive
 right cop to the place. I stoppit ir
 the road and crepit through the woo(
 at the back and, hiding under the
 hedge, got oop to the rear Then
 wrote on wee scrap of paper, I've
 news of Maryland I come to brine
 help Then I tappit on window
 till l saw Mrs. Page peerin oot-ant
 l held up tfe paper.
 After a' minute or so she unlatchi
 the back door and I sippit in. oh
 MT. Ma"Pherson,' says the puir lady
 cryin, IS my girl safe?' And says
 Safe fand sound asleep And she | says Thank God Then I heerf
 another voice sayin', Annie, Annie
 who is it? Don't let them get me-
 oh. my God, don't let them get me !.
 And l saw that Dan Page was hidin
 behind her, clingin' to her skirts like
 sacred bairn. His face were al
 drawn and twistit like, and his moutf
 was slobberin', and he kept erwin. |"
 was drunk-I was drunk. You tel them, Annie-You tell them!' A
 that she says like one speakin' to {
 child. There, there, Dan-you'r,