Connecticut western news., 1916-04-27

I'm thinkin', and make sure there's na harm coom to Dan Page through this nichts work And MT. Lan2don says. quick like. What do you meanT So told him and the doctor. and Mir. Lang don was all fer comin' wi me. but the doctor wouldna let him. 'Dinna fash yerser,' said, when I saw the doctor was richt. I'll gae fast. and if there is 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 sensiblc.' So I went back alone"
 At what hour did you reach the home of Miss Pager
 ''I dinna ken the exact hour, but it were aboot daylight, and I cude see quite n ways ahead of me"
 twill you tell us, please, what you saw when you approached the Page house?'
 Slowly one great hand clinched itself into a knotted fist. and the muscles of his jaw frightened, and across those who sat between, the gray eyes of the Scotchman and the tear-dimmed eyes of Mrs. Page met in mute commun- ion of terrible memories. Then. slowly, with a new tone of suppressed excite ment lending a thrill to his voice he said:
 When I got nie enough to see the in front of it, that I made oot to be men. Then I cude hear shouts: Come oot, Dan Page, we've summat to say to your So I didna drive right cop to the place. I stoppit in the road and crepit through the wood at the back and, hiding under the hedge, got cop to the rear. Then I wrote on wee scrap of paper, I've news of Mary and I come to bring help. Then I tappit on a window, till I saw Mrs. Page peerin' oot-and I held up the paper.
 After a minute or so she unlatchit the back door and I slippit in. oh, Mir. MacPherson,' says the puir lady. cryin', is my girl safeT And I says, Safe and sound asleep And she says, Thank God Then I heerd another voice sayin', Annie, Annie-who is it? Don't let them get me-oh, my God, don't let them get mel And I saw that Dan Page was hidin behind her, clingin' to her skirts like Il scared bairn. His face were all drawn and twistit like, and his mouth was slob- berin', and he kept cryin', I was drunk T was drunk! You tell them, Annie You tell themr At that she says like one speakin' to a child, There, there, Dan-you're safer And then there came an awful cry from ootside: Come oot, Dan Page-or we'll smoke ye oot like the beast that ye arev At that Mrs. Page began to sob and says, oh, what shall I do? What shall l do! They will na talk to me-and they'll burn GOT hoOSe, they'll burn GOT hoose! Oh, if Philip were only herer
 "'Dinna greet I said, I'll get him, but he nun ha' time. Let Dan Page go upstairs and talk to them from window
 "'Oh, Dan,' says the puir lady, Dan will you do that? Tell them you didn't mean to hurt Mary or-or me No, mo- he whimpered, can't, can'tr But I grabbit him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. Be man. I cried, and shookit him. Be n man and get you upstairs
 You'd be safe in the cupola. Dan,' says Mrs. Page. I'll stay with you and this kind man will go for Philip But he kept sayin', No, mo- and could hear the others bangin' at the door and I dared not stay, so I slippit oot the way came and went off for MT. Langdon."
 Mrs. Page, whose anxiety to be near Mary had kept her from returning to the witness room, shuddered at the memories that MacPherson was con turing up out of the past. The soft ness which time has lent the tragedy of that chill winter morning was stripped off, exposing the old horrible wound, and she could feel again those groping fingers, icy cold, clutching at her as she strove to drag Dan Page up stairs towards the cupola.
 She could hear his voice, now thick with drink, now athrill with terrible fear-as he pleaded with her to hide him and to save him. She had been mercifully numb with the horror of it then; consumed only with the desire to hold those men at bay long enough for MacPherson to bring help, and it was that desire which gave her the strength to drag the heavy bulk of her husband up the two flights of stairs into the little cupola at the top.
 She could feel again the sting of the cold dawn wind against her face as she stepped out on the platform of rougl boards and dropped the inert figure On her husband at her feet.
 Then with all the elOquence of hei great fear she had pleaded with tho mob below to go away. They had seemed all eyes floating on a great pool of blackness against the snow as she looked down, but later she could see the grim mouths below the eyes and knew that her pleas were falling on deaf ears.
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