The Russellville Democrat., 1880-10-07
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that extra jewelry while we are on this subject, too.
 A faint hope sprang up in the poor child's neart. She began tearing of her small supply of jewelry with feyerish haste. Ess
 "Oh, vou 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; l only let me go! oh, let me gol"
 The last words rose to wall as the woman turned deliberately to leave the room. Commanding the man angrily to take care ot her, and stop that in- fernal noise," Madame Corallie left the room and locked the door after her. Belle turned to the man who had watched the whole scene with calm en- joyment.
 "Oh, sirl please show me way out of this dreadful place! have pity! for my mothers sake," she implored with suffocating sob, 'slet me go." s
 Take care" replied her jailer, warn ingly, "no more of that noise, If you know when you're well off"
 Belle sank into chair, her sobs grad uallv died away, and then she became silent.
 That's right" said her tormenter ap- provingly, lighting cigar and leaning back comfortably, always make the best of what you can't help; you'll like us better after 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 plan by which to es cape from this place before it was too late. Shading her face from the gaze of Walt she glanced keanly around the room; the one door was fastened; the onIy other communication 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 curtains were parted slightly, she could see the gsim- mer of street lamp on the opposite corner, and under 1t the blue gleam of a policeman's uniform. But he was so far away. The room was getting very dark; she looked at her iailer despair ingly; he was watching the blue wreaths of smoke that curled upward from his cigar; as Belle's eyes wandered around the room they fell upon one of those large white sea-shells so often used for ornaments, lying on silken mat near her chair.
 With one bound she has snatched up the shell and reached the window; there is crash of shattered glass, torrent of horrible oaths from the villain who grips her arm cruelty and tries to drag her away. but the agonized cry rings loudand clear, aud the bleeding hands cling tight: m
 There is the quick sharp sound of a policeman's rattle; another and another and another answeres, and the cruel hand leaves her arm, passer-by looks up at the pale face ct 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 recovers she finds herself surrounded by blue-coated men, and answers the stern business | like questions of one of them, trem- blingly, but he learns enough. "Larkey O'Connor, alias Alphonse Sartoris," said he, q know him; this trick of enticing young girls into these l places is getting common, and will be so as long as girls are allowed to walk the streets at all hours unprotected"
 Rather say responded cousin John, indignantly, "as long IS such places as this are licensed and encouraged to ruin these innocent ones, body and soul; as | long as our law-makers dehbel ately make it unsafe for the helpless ones to walk our streets unprotected. This lit tie one," gently carressing the sobbing girl, "has escaped. Think of the thou sands of ill-fated ones who do not" | And the policeman assented with a | sigh. That evening. with the poor, torn hands carefully bound up, Belle sobbed out the whole story to her dffrighted parents It was bitter lesson, and whenever her schoolmates spoke oi hirtations of any kind. vision of the hard wicked face of Mime. Corallie and | Walt rose before her.
 Don't do it, girls, for though you may never have Belle's experience, still | T. has brushed from the grape it's soft blue, From the rosebud has shaken the tremelous dew, and you can't afford it. This unfortu- nate girl escaped the trap which was laid for her feet But while we thank our guardian angel that she did, a vail comes mp from all parts of our fair land hear it, you who would destroy moth. CTS the right of making laws to protect their spotless ones; think of the thou sands of ill-fated ones who do not"