Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-07-25
NUMBER 80.

SOUL was NJ that moment IN slgnt. CT
the man was gono-gone while she was
hoping and planning for his arrest. She
went little distance down Lake street,
then turned and Travelled up the avenue.
The jagged ruins at the corner cast gi-
gantic dancing shadows on the fickering
gaslights but no man with basket
stole forth out Of the gloom.
Heaven help me ~ moaned the poor
girl. 81 have lost him when would
rather have lost my liie.n
At tho alley she stood for moment,
irresolute and despairing. Then, think
ing the man might have gono that way,
she went east in the alley for perhaps two
hundred feet, all the while in the dark,
and trembling with fear. Suddenly the
boy at her side clutched her arm.
Look there, Bess !" he whispered,
pointing to the pile Of masonry which
held three or four old vaults, unleveled
relics of the great fire. "Look there,
quick !" ho repeated. In the direction
indicated hung what seemed thread Of
fire against the ruins. 1t was gone almost
rs soon as seen. AT tho same instant
the sound Of mutlled voices came out Of
the gloom of tho ruins. 1nstinctively
she read the secrets of those vaults
STOPPING, she whispered to the boy to run
for the police.
Get rs many as you can !" she said.
Be quick !" As tho boy sped away at
broak-neck spocd she crouched in tho
shadow of doorway. She watched and
listened. No hunted hare was more Gag
er or more vigilant. Once she heard or
fancied she heard groan, and wild
cry for help came to her lips. But sho
bit them savagoly and held il back. She
| would have died before she would have
made noise to alarm whoever haunted
that neglected ruin. Suddenly four dark
figures stood beside her-three men anda
boy-and they were George Delarre and
tho police.
What's tho matter ?" said ono Of tho
men, gru0ly. She put her hand over his
mouth and her lips to his ear.
Have you heard of Henry Delarre7"
she demanded. Sho felt his head nod an
assent. "Then get two moro men,
Youll find him in the vault. Don't mako
n noise. Let your comrades stay here
and watch. Now go Hurry !" and she
gave him vigorous push. lie was back
in minute with two men.
They're of duty" he said, "but this
is paying business"
A minute of whispering and then tho
five policemen crept down among tho
ruins and passed into the darkness. Some
minutes of terrible suspense and waiting,
and then sharp outcry, punctuated by
pistol shots. Crazcd by the reports and
the suspense, she dashed down among the
debris, stumbling, FILLING. cutting and
brusing herself. More cries, more shots,
II glare of light from suddenly opened
door Of iron, that changed back against
the brick work-and then shout OF VIC
tory. She plunges forward until under
the vault whore tho light burns brightly.
There, looking up, she sees three men
bound hand and foot. Ono Of these men
is he whom she had followed few min
utes previously. The second man sho
docs not know, but the third Is Henry
Delarre, blanched as white rs snow.
y a
81 didn't think" remarked Dcla1c,
telling his story in court yesterday, 81 that
they intended any harm until they found
who | was, and that / was rich. Whom
| turned the corner, after leaving Miss
Shannon, four men stood by back talk
ing and laughing. One Of thom spoke 10
me insolcntly, and | replied. Before
could resist | was thrown into the hack.
From that hour until Friday night | ate
and slept in that closed hack, under
guard, pinioned and gagged, driven every
where in the city by day. and concealed
in lonely house on the outskirts at night
Friday these men carried me to that
vault, where lay for two days, nearly
devoured by rats ard choked with damp
ness. Nothing was said TO me about my
ransom. / now believe the prisoners in
tended to kill me-"
The kidnappers were remanded for trial
at the next term Of the Criminal Court,
one Of them being recognized as one OF
the most notorious cracksmen in the
country, and just out Of fye-year term
at the Penitentiary. The second man
has been a patrolman. The other tive
men engaged in the conspiracy will prob
ably be caught, as they have not left the
cty.-Chicdg0 Post and Mail.