Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-05-05
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When the song cra~el Madeleine
pressed her hands tightly upon her burn
iug forehead. trying IN vain t' collect
her di~1rdered thoughts, and 10 devise
some way Of turning o. az. mt tins ~
hoped for chance Of deIv,rauce. but
she was spared the trouble, for just then
the miustrel-as if 10 avoid exciting any
suspicion on the part Of keretSenyl's
servants. several Of whom, attracted 10y
the music, were now looking down at
MIN from the walls-touched his guitar
anew. and chauted the following SEN
fences as if singing the verses Of a song:
am your Henri here 60 save you,
know the danger 10 which you stand;
Have YOU the means o. making a rope adder
II YOU have, nod your head
Madeleine thought for a moment. and
remembered the stores Of old hangings
with which the castle abounded. suf-
hcient 10 make a dozen such ladders
She nodded, and the chant went on:
Make the ladder q some dark green stuF.
And let IL down from tho tower on which you
stand.
So as 70 minsle as much as possible with the ivy;
I viii bring a good horse hither.
And bear you away by night
Then a bright thought struck Made
leine. She tore a leaf from her pocket
book and scrbbled On it in pencil;
Lose no time, for the prince may re-
turn at any moment, and this day fort
night l am 70 die. | Will begin 70 make
the ladder tonight Heaven bless you!
M"
Wrapping a silver form in the paper
she threw il u the pretended minstrel,
who bowed again as if acknowledging
/ the gift, and singing his guitar over his
shoulders vanished like a ghost into the
fast falling darkness of night In ali
this the servants, ignorant as they were
Of French, saw nothing the least sns-
picious. A passing minstrel had sung a
good song and their mistress had paid
him for it-that was all
There was no sleep for poor Madeleine
that night. The excitement Of dlscOv-
ering that ger dead lover was still alive
and actually within reach Of her would
alone have -uficel 70 fever every drop
Of her blood. but even this was ON
pletely swallowed up by the tremendous
and almost insupportable agitation Of
this unexpected chance Of life Just when
dFath seemed certain.
Unable % sleep or even TO remain still
for a moment. the excited girl snatcbed
eagerly at the timely occupation afford
ed % her by the necessity Of preparing
the materials for her rope ladder.
Among the countless cords and hang
ings Of various cOlors that abOunded On
every side 1t was easy for her to supply
herself with an ample stock Of the dark
green stuff recommended by De Morte-
mart. and she began her work at once.
This was by far the best thing that
she could nave done. The steady en-
ployment Quoted her overstrained
nerves, and her spirits rose with the
thought thai she was herself doing some
thing % aid her own liberation. She
wisely decided 70 give her ladder the
simplest possible form, by knotting at
intervals into the long rope that she was
making small pieces Of wood, TO
serve as rests for her hands and feet.
With these she supplied herself from the
spOkes Of an old fashioned bedstsad in
the next room 70 her own, and during
the long hours Of that sleepless night the
work went rapidly on.
The next day it went on more rapidly
still and was half finished by nightfall;
but how could she find out what length
1t ought 70 b.:
A thought struck her. Sitting on the
summit Of the Pit tower, over a piece Of
embroidery which she mad lately com
menced, she contnved 70 let one Of her
balls Of silk roll as if by accident for a
keen eye was watching her from a
neighboring turret) Over the edge Of the
battlement. Running out its whole
length a. il fell, while she held the other
end, it reached 10 within two or three
feet Of the ground, and thus she got the
exact measure.
BY noon the next day the work was
done, and in the afternoon Princess
Madeleine went for a ride over the hills,
attended as usual by two of the jailers
who called themselves her servants.
She wa three OF four miles from the
castle, and had just pulled up her horse
after a smart canter, when a tattered
old white bearded beggar hobbled mp 70
her with a whining petition for aims
But as his eyes met hers they darted at
her a keen, warning glance, and he
whispered In the voice Of Henri de Nor
temart:
as the ladder fnished?-
Repressiug by a violent effort the
start that would have betrayed her
/ Madeleine answered YES while
| throwing a small silver coin into his
/ outstretched hat.
BE ready then at nightfall on the
third evening hence, when you shall
hear my guitar in the thickets,' said
the seeming beggar, in a tone audible
only 10 her, and with a clun-y gesture
/ Of thanks he turned and imPed away
down the path
That night Madeleine, having listened
| long and warily for any sound Of move
ment IN the silent case, made up her
/ rope ladder into a bundle. IN order to
/ carry II 70 the Pit tower. But to her
| Undesirable dismay she found it so
heavy that she could hardly raise it
from the ground, much less carry it up