The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1899-02-17
CHAPTER III.

There was part Of small stack Of
dry fodder standing not far from the
house, and under the wall a pile of
wood for firing. With these Wander
decken resolved upon setting fire to
the house, and thus, if he did not gain
his relic he would at least obtain
ample revenge. He drought several
armfuls of fodder and laid them at the
door of the house, and upon that he
piled the fagots and logs of wood until
the door was quite concealed by them.
He then procured light from the
steel, flint and finder which every
Dutchman carries in his pocket, and
very soon he famed the pile into a
flame. The smoke assembled in col
Gmns up to the rafters of the roof,
while. the fire ragged below. The door
was ignited, and was adding to the
fury of the flames, and Philip shouted
with joy at the success Of his attempt.
"Now, miserable despoiler of the
dead-now, wretched thief, now you
shall feel my vengeance" cried Philip,
with. a loud voice. eff you remain
within, you perish in the flames; if you
attempt to come out, you shall die by
my hands. Do you hear, Mynheer
Poots-do you hear?"
Hardly had Philip concluded this adj
dress, when the window of the upper
floor furthest from the burning door
was thrown open.
"Ay-you come now to beg and to
entreat; but, no-no," cried Philip
who stopped as he beheld at the win
dow what seemed to be an apparition,
for instead of the wretched little miser
he beheld one of the loveliest forms
Nature ever deigned to mold-an an
gelic creature of about sixteen or sew
enteen, who appeared calm and reso-
lutte in the midst of the danger by
which she was threatened. Her long,
black hair was. braided and twined
around her beautifully formed head
her eyes were large, intensely dark,
vet soft; her forehead high and white,
her chin dimpled, her ruby lips arched
and delicately fine, her nose small and
straight A lovelier face could not be
we'll imagined; it reminded you of
what the best of painters have some
times, in their more fortunate mo-
ments, succeeded in embodying, when
they would represent a beauteous
saint. And as the flames wreathed
and the smoke burst out in columns
and swept past the window so might
she have reminded you in her calm
ness of demeanor of some martyr at
the stake.
What wouldst thou, violent young
man? Why are the inmates of this
house to suffer death by your means?"
For a few seconds Philip gazed, and
could make no reply; then the thought
seized him that in his vengeance, he
was about to sacrifice so much lowell
ness. He forgot everything but her
danger, and selling one of the large |
poles which he had brought to feed
the flame, he threw off and scattered |
in every direction the burning masses,
until nothing was left which could |
hurt the building but the ignited door
itself; and this, which as yet for it |
was of thick oak plank-had not suf- |
fered very material injury, he soon
reduced, by beating it with clods Of
earth, to a smoking and harmless
state. During these active measures
on the part of Philip the young maiden
watched him in silence.
"All is safe now, young lady" said
Philip, God forgive me that I should
have risked a life so precious. I
thought but to wreak my vengeance
upon Mynheer Poots."
"And what cause can Mynheer Poots
have give for such dreadful venge-
ance?" replied the maiden, calmly.
what cause, young lady? he came