Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-06-09

now become q mob OF bowling, voclter-
ating fanatics. A hundred tongues
were yelling
/ Strip herr Hang herr Away
with her
In ten seconds Vesey had bounded
in the midst of the surging crowd, tor
he had obtained a fleeting glance at the
cause of all this turmoil. A large,
handsome woman, in the very flush
and noontide o. her voluptuous beauty
was struggling in the arms of three
big, gaunt, infuriated monks. Bare to
the waist, with the glowing roundness
of bust and shoulder fully revealed by
the savage, lurid glare of the torches,
she struggled wildly with her captors,
and, as yet uttered not word. Though
her hair was torn, and her superb arms
bruised and scratched by the brutal
violence of the fanatics, she fought and
struggled like one of those ancient Ro-
iman Amazons. All this Rip Vesey
fsaw as he elbowed his way through the
crowd, yelling
tMiscreants Cowards Would
you hurt poor, defenceless, unprotect-
ed woman p
He spoke in French, and a score of
voices answered him in tones of mock
cry and derision
Suddenly young monk-the one
Vesey had spoken with three days be-
fore-seized the struggling prisoner in
a brutal manner around the chest.
What violence had failed to do, this
rascally demonstration of indecency
effected. She dropped her head, ceased
to struggle, and uttered one shrek for
help.
The savage mob of graybeards re-
piled to it with a chorus of fiendish
yells.
When, after Herculean struggling,
Rip Vesey reached her side, the woman
was nude with the exception of Eer
boots and hose. Her face wore an ex.
preston compounded with the extreme
of terror, of horror, of aversion, and
! of disgust. She tried to stoop and to
fold her arms over her bosom.
Release her you fends ? cried Rip,
hauling off and striking the biggest of
her captors a blow that might have
come from a forge-hammer. The
monk went down in quivering heap.
Again the American drew himself to-
gether like panther about to spring,
and then his long, brawny arm flew out
Ike catapault, and laid another monk
PROSTATE with a gashed cheek. An
other and then another fell in like man
ner.
Down with him !! Down with the
woman! Kill BOTH the surging crowd
yelled. as they crowded round the Cir
Gle, of which Rip and the girl were now
the center, his left arm thrown around
her waist
Only one more dared to come with
in the swing of that terrible arm. II
was the young monk, and his hollow
keyeS were lit, up with the fervor of q
nrosI unholy passion. Again the arm
was launched out, and as the victim
turned to dodge the blow. he too fell
to the ground.
Make way, there, you internal mis-
creants! cried Vesey, moving down
the hill. The crowd opened before
him.
Come, my dear, he said to the wo.
man he had rescued from terrible
death. She had tainted He grasped
her in his left arm, raised her and
passed out of the mob of muttering
monks unmolested. But scarcely had
he covered twenty PAGES when the
clamor of their shouts shook the night
silence. He grasped his precious bur
den closer, and ran down the steep like
a deer. One false step might be fatal
The woman he bore was quite heavy
majestically framed and very heavily
imbed. He never knew how he gainec
the sacred boundary and found the
welcome shade of cypress tree.
They were alone, and for hours. a
least, safe The air was warm anc
balmy, and night lent her garments tc
the nude woman The earth was hus he'd
There was a great silence everywhere,
except the low sigh that proceeded
from her lips. They sat on the sof
, grass some feet apart. and neither
5 seemed disposed to break the awkward
silence. Indeed Rip Veseys mind wa
} not so much occupied with the present
l as with the future. He was contem
plating the approach Of daylight will
feelings as far removed as possible
} from satisfaction.
r At length he was aroused from hi
t unpleasant reverie She had begun to
softly sob, and his heart was ther
3 touched.
i hope you are net hurt he said IL
French. He was anxious to make I
, nice, soothing speech, but he fel
t wretchedly tongue-tied, and he didn'
3 know WHAT say.
3 Without directly answering, she be
gan to reproach herself in broker
r French. Suddenly she threw her arm
around his neck and kissing him i'm
pulsively on the forehead, cried: NY
, savior My preserver !!
That ebullition over, she essayed tc
tell her story. There was not much tt
S tell She was native of Liamsol, il
Al. = IL ] .fT