Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-05-29
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being old Farmenti's slthe. to cof XII
a3ld 60, and do his dirtP work. at his
Command. And Bill West, nv brother.
In law, who works here, too, is lust a
sick OF it as 1 am. He'd do anything
to4get out OF the whole business. bu6
I'LL tell you the truth. Old Farmenti
is n'otthe sort of man one would choose
for pm enemy Besides, we have to
make livingl"
Twill pay you and your brother-in.
law we'll; and will see that you both
obtain employment elsewhere-onlv
help ine!' cried Arthur, eagerly.
You will"
He stopped short, and grave look
overspread his face, followed by d
startled expression.
through the long corridor outside
the cell came the sound of piercing
shrek.
"Good Lord preserve us He's
torturing the poor young lady again p
painted the keeper
"What young lady? OF whom are
you speaking?' demanded Arthur,
wildly
Miss st. Cyril L"
But he never finished.
Arthur had OWNED intuitively that
Ruby had been placed in the retreat
under the name of St. Cyr. and with a
single bound he sprang to the door of
the cell and attempted to open it,
The keeper followed him, and hur-
riedly unlocked the door.
Once out in the corridor, he led the
way to an adjacent cell.
Arthur Wynne followed.
Evidently the day of retribution was
not far distant.
A step forward, and Arthur came to
halt, pale and trembling like leaf
The door of the cell at the end Of
the corridor stood open, and Arthur
saw DR.. Farmenti bending over the
PROSTATE form of a woman, in one
hand sharp riding-whip, with which
he was ruthlessly raining blows upon
his helpless victim.
One bound "a. muttered execration-
and Arthur Wynne caught the villains
uplifted arm in An iron grasp.
Strike one more blow, you cowardly
ruffianl" he said, in low, tense voice,
"and / will take your miserable lifew
Farmenti flashed about, glaring
upon the unexpected intruder with
wild, bloodshot eyes.
He glanced toward the door. The
two brawny keepers stood without it,
resolutely barring the way. Arthur
Wynne wrenched the whip from the
villains hand, and grasping Farmenti
in firm grip laid it about his shout
ders with telling force,
The keeper rushed to the still figure
OF the girl upon the floor, and lifting
it in his arms, bore it from the cell.
u He laid the limp form down upon
sofa which stood\ip the hall, and then
returned to Arthur's side.
The detective having administered a
sound whipping to the writhing Far
menti, lifted grim, white, resolute
face to the keeper
"a strait-jacket, quick!" he COM
manded. The keeper understood; and
smile lurked slyly around his mouth
as he obeyed the command. With the
help of the two men the detective soon
encased DIR. Farmenti in O Strait
jacket" threw him down upon the bed,
and locked him into the cell to ponder
over the changing fortunes of this
changeable world.
Arthur Wynne stopped over the pale
face upon the sofa, falling back with
CRY of Joy. It was indeed Ruby, his
Ruby; the lost was found; the dead
alive again. She came back to con.
seriousness after long time, during
which the young man grew faint al
heart with the horrible fear that she
was dead.
She opened her beautiful eyes; they
fell upon his face.
Arthur! !" was all that she could saw
No word of love had ever been spoken
between the two-no words were
needed.
"My own little wifel" he murmured
fondly. G
She slipped her little cold hand into
his, and golden silence fell upon the
two for a brief space, broken by the
voice of the kind-hearted keeper.
If you please, Mr. Wynne," he ven. /
tured, softly, 1--WE ought to be going.
We are not out of his power yet, you
see."
"You are right, said Arthur. "Orde,
Q carriage at once, and l will take Miss
Lawrence to my own house. Ruby, YOU
wall Gomez" turning swiftly to meet her
longing gaze.
Il will send for Mrs. Chillingworth.
She has stood by you bravely, although
acting part before the world in com,
pliance with my plans as detective. But
she loves you, all the same, and will be
mother to YOU"
A carriage was soon ready, and RUBY
placed within; Arthur seated himself
by her side; and SO they were driven
away, and saw the last forever of DR..
Farmenti's retreat for the insane
Buby lifted her grateful eyes to Ar
thurs face.
Thank God, she murmured, broken
ly, "and -youp
ITO be continuedl