St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1893-01-14

Miss Prou rs sentence to an untimely
Termination, and away they went over
the frozen road.
Not far, however. Just within the
darksome limits Of the cedar woods.
where the purple dusk tia. still
fingered in the open fields seemed
turned to the gloom Of absolute night,
. tall, white figure, with . black mask
covering its face, stepped forward and
seized the horses head. while, par.
TALLY hidden by the dropping ever.
green boughs, a little group Of other
figures fingered.
'Burglars!" shricked Miss Polly
Prout. dropping Minerals Rilded spear
into the snow. "Assassins! Masked
robbers! Oh, kind gentlemen, spare,
spare my life. and all my jewelry 10
yours!'
And tearing her gold-plated bracelets
from her wrists, she flung them and her
watch into the road.
''Arrah. the saints betune us and all
harrumv' squeaked Mickey, the Irish
lad, as he covered down in the bottom
of the sleigh.
"Descend-aud DEPART" uttered q
deep voice. Look behind at your
peril-'
''Wh-where shall we g0?" suffered
Mickey.
ITO the place whence you came,"|
was the stern reply. "And at the risk
of your lives be speedy and secretr'
As Miss Polly stumbled. more dead
than alive, out of the cutter. she was
turned briskly around by the shoulders.
so that she was facing the winding road
by which they had come. while Mickey
found himself spinning around and
around, . few steps further on, like o.
teetotum.
"Depart!" once more uttered tho
Mickey. clinging wildly to each other.
plodded away in an agony of terror.
Half an hour afterward the luekless
pair arrived, half frozen and worn out |
with fatigue, at the Morini institute,
with . gruesome tale Of having been
arrested by masked robbers, and hav.
ing only escaped BY the most marvel.
Gus good luck from being murdered out
right The gardener and two men
from . neighboring fs rmhouse were at |
once detailed in p ursuit Of the robbers,
but when they reached the scene of ac-
ton. all that they found was old Dob |
bin shivering BY the roadside, with the |
cutter turned over on its side where he |
had dragged IL into deep snow.
The eight young aides. however, en-
joyed . most delightful evening Mt |
quite free from Miss Polly
malevolent supervision, and,
strange to say, expressed no sort of |
surprise 1t her non-appearance on
The scene. But they took good care
10 leave behind them at Evansdale
eight black satin masks and eight white
sheets, when they once more entered
he double sleigh to return home.
Miss Polly Prout transformed herself
n to heroine the next day. as she re-
ated her adventures
"And SO You weren't stopped?" said
he to the girls mot even molested?
Well, well, how singular! I really
.hink II we hadn't made such . brave
assistance should have been carried
way by main force-s regular abduc.
lion, you know" and Miss Polly SIM
3ereo.
"How many rufians were there7' in
questioned Kate Kesley.
Fifty ct least!' said Miss Polly.
Great, coarse bearded villains, with
heir eyes covered BY masles!" |,
Dear, dear. how dreadful" cried Ida
;olton.
And the eight fair young conspirators
ooked archly 1t each other, q Miss
oily hurried Oh to check the washer.
bill. and cried, in laughing
horus: /,
what . very romantic adventurei
md what very narrow escape for
COR Miss Polly Prout!" - Boston
'udget
-"Wives are blessings to their hus.
ands, Mr.. McGerk," asserted Mrs. Nc
erk. Eyes, love-" was the soothing
.ply-ssin disCuise~ .