The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1880-08-05

the shrinking Inquire OF the girl.
mistaken in the person, my DEAR"
she said in coarse voice. "Walt,
what's the rumpus?"
"Walt" laughed brutally. But Belle,
her heart beating with terror, said gent
ly:
MADAME, l fear I am mistaken;
docs not Mr.. Alphonse Sartoris live
here?"
The woman and the man exchanged
significant chances, then they laughed.
"Another one Of Larkey's fancy
Names" said the woman. ::All right,
my girl, you'll stay"
"Where ami? Who are your"
gasped Belle.
zone question at time, young
lady," answered "Walt," blandly, Il
have the honor to introduce you to
Madame Corallie Hunt, princi pal Of
this unrivaled institution for girls
Special attention paid to morals and
manners We are just out Of circulars,
but perhaps you have heard Of this
place before %
Madam Corallie!-heard Of her! she
had, but as she had heard of imaginary
horrors too terrible to be named, some
thing to dark and horrible to come in
contact with her fresh young life, like a
flash of light complete understanding
of the plot to entrap her came to Belle
Alone unprotected, not even her parents
dreaming of her peril. Alone in the
den of merciless beasts! With a piercing
scream she sprang toward the door, but
was pushed violently back by the
madame
"None of that MY girl; you're bound
make the best of it; you may give me
some of that extra jewelry while we are
on this subject, too"
"a faint hope sprang up in the poor
child's heart. She began tearing off her
small supply of jewelry with feverish
haste. ''Oh, you may have them ALL"
she cried eagerly, taking off the pretty
rings, earrings, and pin; even the dainty
little watch the pride of her heart, was
quickly placed in the wOman's out
stretched hand. "You may have them.
all, and my father will give you more;
only let me 90! oh! let me go!"
The last words rose to wall as the
womn turned deliberately to leave the
room. Commanding the man angrily
| to "takc care of her, and stop that in
fernal noise," Madame Coralie left the
room and locked the door after her
Belle turned to the man who had
watched the whole scene with calm en-
oyment.
ooh, sir! please show me Il way out
of this dreadful place! have pity! for
my mothers sake" she implored with
suftocating sob, "let me co.
Take care" replied her jailer, warm
ingly, mo more of that noise, if you
know when you're we'll off"
Belle sank into a chair, her sobs
gradually died away, and then she be-
came silent.
''That's right" said her tormentor ap-
provingly: lighting cigar and leaning
back comfortably, Railways make the
best of what you can't help; you'll like
us better after a while"
Belle shuddered, but made no reply;
although silly and thoughtless she was
no fool, and she had set all her wits to
work to devise a plan by which to es-
cape from this place before it was too
late. Shading her face from the gaze
of "Walt'' she glanced keenly around
the room; the one door was fastened;
the only other communications with
the outer world were three windows,
and they were closed by shutters and
heavy curtains; through chink in the
shutter of one Of them, where the cur
tains were parted slightly, she could see
the glimmer of street lamp on the
opposite corner and under it the blue
gleam of policeman's uniform. But
he was SO far away. The room was
getting very dark; she looked at her
jailer despairingly; he was watching the
blue wreaths of smoke that curled up
ward from his cigar; as Bellies eyes
wandered around the room they fell
upon one of those large white sea-shells
so often used for ornaments lying on a
silken mat near her chair.
up the shell and reached the window;
there is crash of shattered glass, a tor
rent of horrible oaths from the villain
who grips her arm cruelty and tries to
drag her away, but the agonized cry
rings out loud and clear, and the bleed
ing hands cling tight:
"Help! Help! Helpr'
There is the quick sharp sound of
policeman's rattle; another and another
and another answers, and the cruel
hand leaves her arm; a passer-by looks
up at the pale face at the window; he
joins the policemen as they rush into
the house, and Belle throws herself
fainting into the arms Of her Mortified
cousin John. When she RECEIVERS she
finds herself surrounded by blue-coated
men and answers the stern, business
like questions of one of them trembling
ly, but he learns enough.
'Larkey O'Connor, alias Alphonse
Sartoris," said he, II know him; this