Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-02-02

and searching behind the bed l sool
found round small hole through wbicl
: the cat had evidently passed. Thes
i, ''cat holes" are stiH to be found in man'
an old mansion.
1 put my mouth 20 the aperture ans
spoke softly:
, Are you in trouble?"
l heard quick exclamation of sur
priSe-then the voice answered me:
Yes, l am in trouble, Who are
you? Where are yOu?"
My name is Hunt Clarendon. l am
here, in the next room. What is the
matter? How can / aid your"
Are YOU my friend?"
Il should rather think So" / replied
Indignantly.
Forgive me; but | have been the
victim OF so much treacherym and then,
In low, rapid voice. she told me a
tale which made my blood boil
John Mckenzie was the landlord He
was this girls uncle She was an
heireSs, and at her fathers death her
uncle had been left her guardian He
had son named Paul, and this son
he determined should be the husband
of Viola Shane. Viola was the sweet
prisoners name In no other way
could they obtain possession of her
property. Paul had tried his best TO
win her. but he was eXtre nelly repul-
slye to her, and she would have pre-
4 ferred death to a marriage with him.
+ When her uncle found her so deter.
I mined, he resorted TO force. He cir.
I eulated story that she had gone
/ North for some time ON 4 visit and
then cast her into this disused part Of
I the building. and kept her prisoner.
I Whenever she would consent TO be-
come Paul's wife. then liberty was
hers, She haG been here now nearly
two years, seeing no one but her uncle
and his brutal son. Fiddle. the cat
had found her out. and had been her
sole source OF comfort
| assured her Of speedy release. and
set myself To work TO accomplish 1t.
There was no door between the room
occupied and her prison. but tha
walls We're old and rotten, ana with
the help of my knife. the poker and the
tire shovel | succeeded i'm prylng OF a
portion of the partition. II was slow
work, but by diligence | soon made
space large enough for Viola 10 squeeze
through, and | am happy 10 say that
her face was quite rs sweet rs her
voice
My plan for her rescue was a reck.
less one; but l WAS rather 4 bold fel
low, suppose, and / would have dared
death In any form TO win Il smile from
lips like hers.
victor, my horse. was a thoroughbred.
and tough as whalebone He had had
a hard days work. but / was not afraid
TO trust him for twenty miles more
and | meant to take Viola behind me
and ride to BeechclGf the residence ~
my Aunt Catherine that very night
! wrapped one OF the blankets from
the bed around Viola, and lifting her
IN my arms, for she was so weak and
frightened she could scarcely stand .
stole softly down the stairs.
As neared the lower floor. n board .
creaked. You have probably noticed .
that ooardS nave that peculiarly when .
stiffness is greatly desired.
What the devil is that?" cried the
hoarse voice OF the landlord from A
room close by.
Nothing. SIR returned |. cheerhlIv
1t is only Mr. Clarendon. | thought
my horse was looseT heard a noise
No need to trouble yourself. str;inc
er. My hostler knows his bizness.
All right, said / ; sorry disturbed
your and so / was
l went on down the stairs, and fouai
The outer door secured only BY a wood
IN bar. This made 10 noise In remoy-
ng. Another moment and / stood with
my terrified charge under the frosty
stars
sought the stables, found Victor.
'addled him, mounted and held tho /
girl before me, for she was so fright
med, l dare not trust her to hold fast
by herself.
We had not risen a dozen yards when
saw lights flashing out Of the windows
# the old hotel. and heard shouts Of
niger and dismay. / knew our escaue {
vas discovered, and uged Victor on for
,ur lives. | heard the discharge Of I
ire arms once 4 bullet whistled near !
ny ear-but ! trusted to my good O
iorsc's speed, and not in vain. i
We escaped, and reached BaechcGT a
ust before daybreak. And, best Of a
", / found Aunt Kate much better
n fact, speedily conyalescing.
Viola was Ill for week, but caro-
nd good nursing soon brought her no.
nd then? ;
Why, made love to her and married P
Ter, and felt no remorse over the bligbf. i
q hopes Of Paul AlcKinzie t
AS for the McKinzies. we werc rhoot. /,
d out Of our revenge on them. for thcv S
Eft the country, and were not heard Of p
forward 4