The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1880-08-13

room. s'this win wrenchit open atonce
and while you are tying it up, shall
Just step to my apartment, andget flew
things ready for our fight, a. well q!
my own little saving for the Last fivt
years"
The rufIian was thrown of his guard
BY her openness and her anxiety to &C
company him. Like all cyclists. he de
ceived himself, when sef-deceit wa!
most certain to be his destruction.
go. lass" was all he said; ''but be
not long. This job will be done in .
twinkling."
She disappeared at the words. BE
Immediately broke open the chest, and
was soon, engaged in rummaging it,
contents.
As he was thus employed, however,
absorbed in the contemplation of his
prey. and eagerly occupied in securing
it on his person, the brave-hearted girl
stole down stairs on tiptoe. Creeping
softly along the passages, she speedily
gained the door of the chamber unseen
by him, and likewise unheard. It was
but the work of 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. "Fly! fyr' 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! fly for your life! Tell him we
"a oil 6o 10 hoo -
back! fly! fyw
The child, who was at play before the
door. at once obeyed the energetic COM
mand of the brave girl, and sped as fast
as his tiny legs could carry him on the
road by which he knew his parents
would return from church. Hannchen
cheered him onward, and inspired his
little heart as he ran.
Bless thee, boy! bless thee!' she ex-
claimed, in the gladness of her heart;
an master arrives in time, l will offer
up taper on the altar of our blessed
Lady of the Kreutzberg by Bonn"
She sat down by 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 Godr' she calculated,
"thank God for this escape. Oh! the
deadly villain! and I SO fond of him,
toor'
A shrill whistle from the grated
window of the chamber in which she had
shut up the ruffian Heinrich caught
her ear, and made her start at once to
her feet.
"Diether! Diether!'' she heard him
shout, ''catch the child and come hith-
er! am fast. Come hither. Bring the
boy here and kill the girlr'
She glanced hastily up at the case
ment from which the Imprisoned vii
lain hand beckoned to some one in
The distance, and then looked anxiously
after her infant emissary. The little
held on his way unharmed.
however. and she thought to herself
that the alarm was q false one, raised
10 excite her fear aud overcome her
resolution. just, however, as the child
reached hollow spot in the next field,
he channel of q natural drain. then dry |
With the heat of summer, she saw another |
:uffian start up from the bed of the |
Train. and catching him in his arms
hasten toward the mill, in accordance
With the directions of his accomplice.
n q moment she perceived her danger,
md in moment more she formed her
uture plan of proceeding. Retreating
nto the mill she double-locked and
'olted the door, the only apparent en-
rance to the edifice, every other OBJ
ious access to the interior being barred
y strong gratings fixed at all the win
lows. and then took her post at an up
|er easement determined to await pa
iently either her master return, and her
delivery from that danger
'us position. or her own death. il it
Vere inevitable.
"Never," said she to herself, "never
hall l leave my masters house prey
o such villains, or permit his property
0 be carried off before my eyes by
hem, while have life and strength to
'efend it,
She had barely time to secure herself
7ithin, when the ruffian without, hold
~ the hapless child in one hand, and
long sharp knife in the other, assailed
he door with kicks, and curses, and
of the most dreadful char
cter.
"Confound thee" he cried, applying
ne foulest epithets of which the free
peaking Teutonic language is so CO.
ious; "open the door, or I'll break it
q ye."
eff you can, you may" was all the
oble girl replied. "God is greater
IAN you. and in Him put my trust"
"Cut the brat's throatr' roared the
Imprisoned rul1ian above; "that will
ring her to her reason"
Stout hearted as poor Hannchen was,
,e Quailed at this cruel suggestion.
or q momen- her resolution Wavered:
ut it was only for q moment. She saw
lat her own death was certain If she