Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1880-09-15

0etlS. que ICN NhO way NV" w
masters bedroom, and pointed on
the Golfer IN which his money was
secured.
Here she said, reaching him
an AK which lay in the corner OF
the room, "this will wrench il open
at once, and while you are tying II
up, | shall just step TO my apart
meut, and get few things ready
for our flight, As well rs my own
little savings for the past five years.
The rufIian was thrown Of his
guard by her openness and her
anxiety to accompany him. Like
all cyclists, he deceived himself
when self-deceit was most certain
to be his destruction.
"Go, lass was all he said; "but
be not long. This job will be done
in a twinkling."
She disappeared at the words.
He Immediately broke open the
chest, and was soon engaged in
rummaging its contents.
As he was thus employed, how
ever, absorbed in the contempla-
ton of his prey, and eagerly oc-
cupied in securing it on his per-
son, the brave hearted girl stole
down stairs on tiptoe. Creeping
softly along the passages, she speed
! ily gained the door Of the chamber
unseen by him, and likewise un-
heard, il was but the work of a
moment for her to turn the key in
the wards and lock him in. This
done she rushed forth to the outer
door of the mill, and gave the
alarm. ely! fly !" she shrieked
TO the child, her masters little boy,
an infant five years old, the only
being within sight or sound OF her.
Ely fly to father. for your life,
Tell him we shall be murdered an
he not haste back. Fly . fly. =
The child, who was at play be-
fore the door, at once obeyed the
energetic command Of the brave
girl, and sped as fast rs hit tiny
legs could carry him on the road
by which he knew his parents
would return from church. Ham
chen cheered him onward, and IN
spired his little heart as he ran
Bless thee. boy. bless thee"
she exclaimed, in the gladness OF
her heart; IAN master arrives in
time, | will offer up taper on the
altar of our blessed Lady Of the
Kreutzberg by Bonn
She sat down on the stone bench
by the mill door to ease her over
excited spirit; and she wept as
she sat, at the thoughts OF her
happy deliverance.
Thank God!' she calculated,
"thank God for this escape. Oh,
the deadly villain! and so fond
of him, too"
A shril whistle from the grated
window of the chamber in which
she had shut up the rutiian Helm
rich caught her ear, and made her
start at once to her feet.
"Diether! Diether she heard
him shout, "catch the child and
come hitherl | am fast. Come
hither. Bring the boy here and
kill the girl
She glanced hastily up at the
easement from which the imprisou-
ed villains hand beckoned to some
one in the distance, and then look
ed anxiously after her infant ennis
sary The little messenger held on
his way unharmed, however, and
she thought to herself that the
alarm was false one raised to eX-
cite her fear and overcome her res
olution. Just, however, as the
child reached a hollow spot in the
next field, the channel of a natural
drain, then dry with the heat Of
the summer, she saw another ruff
fan start up from the bed of the
drain, and catching him in his arms
hasten toward the mill, in accor-
dance with the directions of his
accomplice. In a moment more
she formed her future plan of pro-
ceeding. Retreating into the mill
she double-locked, and bolted the
only apparent entrance to the ed
ifice, every other obvious access to
the interior being barred by strong
gratings fixed at the windows, and
then took her post at an upper
easement determined TO await pa
tiently either her masters return
and her consequent delivery from
that dangerous position, or her own
/ death, if it were inevitable.
"Never," said she TO herself,
"never shall | leave my masters
house a prey to such villains, or
permit his property TO be carried
off before my eyes by them, while
have life and strength TO defend
/ il"
She had barely time to secure
herself within, when the ruflian
without, holding the bapless child
/ in one hand and a long sharp knife
I in the other, assaulted the door with
kicks, and curses, imprecations Of
I the most dreadful character.
"Confound thee" he cried, APP
plying the foulest epithets of
which the free speaking Tentonic
language is so copious; "opcn the
. ItII l.