Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-04-02

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 shoel
He reused himself with start, realiz-
ing that the Scotchman was answering
his question
1T might haze been fifteen minutes
mayhap more. when we COON to her
little footprints in the snow. Then"
he paused a moment and his voice
softened. 1--WE found her wee slipper in
q snow bank. A bit further we found
t'other one-and the snow began tae be
fecked WI draps of blood But
should say It was MAR than half an
hour before we COON upon the lassie
herself, lying In faint like"
WAS she conscious2"
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-
dition Miss Page was when I-when
you-arrived at your house with her?''
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 hangin'
in ribands. Such clothes as she had
on. puiE lassiel Her feeties were cut
wi the Ice and the stones, and there
was terrible wound on her forehead
and an i'll faured queer bruise ON one
shoulder"
WAS your wife alone in the house
when you returnedT
Mae. there was maybe half dozen
men frae the town, who had heard OF
the lassie 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."
Ibid they show any emotion at the
sight Of Miss Pages condition. asked
Langdon, and a 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:
~ wouldna call It emotion but there
was a guide bit of murmurin' against
those who had driven so sweet lassie
distractit and sent her to maybe her
death in the snow. The murmurin
grew louder when they saw the hurt
and there were cries to know who had
done 1t. When Mr.. Langdon told them.
the murmurs grew louder and finally
one of the lads cried ont in loud voice.
This town has ma room for wifebeat=
ers and drunken brutes-he ought to
be hung"
A stir Of excitement swept through
the courtroom, for MACPHERSON. with
out gesture. with no more than a
rising infection OF his voice, had
brought before them vision of the
snowy night and the little house from
whose doorway the lamplight streamed
out, meliowing 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
threats7'
AYE. Another one OF them cried
GOT. KILN Is too good fer Dan Page.
He should be horsewhipped out of
town. At that. my wife COON up to
me and says. For the lassie's sake.
don't let them be takin' the law into
their DON hands or therell be murder
done this nieht' So | cried .Dinna
take the matter too personal, lads
we've law and a gaol In this town.
Somebody get the sheriff."
did they heed your
II eouldna tell at the time, because
just then cutter comes dashin' COP
with twa men in it, and one shouts
cot, Have you found Mary Pager And
they all answers, Yes. she's eoundr
Then he says. I'm James Pollock-her
hance-and have come to take her
home"
was Miss Page still unconscious? I"
The question came sharply. MacPher-
son shook his head.
Nae. she was conscious, and when
she heerd him she gave a cry OF No.
no, nor and dragged herself up from
where she lay and chung to Mr.. Lang
don. AT that the man Pollock pushit
~ me and cried, Mary! Mary-T have
come to take you home"
did Miss Page answer him2p
mae, she just shookit her head. and
Mr.. Langdon said, Miss Page Il not
going home yet But Mr.. Pollock was
sair angry and shouted. What the
devil have you got to do with TT
Haven't you made trouble enoughg
"Did Mr.. Pollock make any move to
ward Miss Pager
AYE. He tookit a quick step for.
ward Ike he would carry her OF. but
the guide wife stoppit him. Yen ma
move the puir lassia ill she Is warm
and restit' she said. and PUT her arms
ABBOTT her and tookit her into the bed
room beyant. Mr.. Langdon helpiE her,
and when be came cot he said. Miss
Page VIII not return to her drunken