The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-10-26


seemed TO be anywhere but beneath him, he
felt as though he were rushing toward the
ceiling For the moment he was actualIy
unconscious. Then his senses rushed pacA'
I recalling his mission and his danger.
She is sleeping so soundly that fear TO
| awaken her." whispered soft voice at MS
| back and he whirled The princess was
standing in the doorway.
Then pray stand back where you will be
out Of danger. They will be here in a mo-
ment, unless they have been frightened
away
You shall not expose yourself she said,
positively. why should you risk your life
now? You have accomplished your object.
You have saved the princess"
| "Ah-yes. the princessr' he said. And 1
am sorry you are the princess" he added,
in her ear.
Ssh" she whispered, softly.
The door through which he had first come
was softly opened. and they were conscious
| that some one was entering. Lorry and the
princess stood in the dark shadow of a cur
tain, she close behind his stalwart figure.
He could hear his own heart and hers,
I beating, could feel the warmth of her body,
/ although it did not touch his. His heart
beat with the pride of possession. of power.
with the knowledge that he had but to
stretch out his hand and touch the one
woman in all the world.
Across the dim belt Of light from the open
/ doorway in which they stood, crawled the
dark figure of a man. Her hand mcon-
sciously touched his back as if seeking re-
assurance. He shivered beneath its gentle
weight. Another form followed the first,
pausing in the light to look toward the
| 1oOruraxr
Numbering the instructions to chloroform
the countess. Then came the odor of chic
reform. Oh, If Anguish were only there!
| The second figure was lost in the dark
ness and a faint glow of light came from
the canopied bed in the corner. The chic
roformer holding the curtains had turned
his screen lantern toward the pillow in or
der to apply the dampened cloth. Now was
the time to act!
| Pushing the princess behind the curtain
and in the shelter of The door-post, Lorry
1 leaped toward the center of the room,
pistol in each hand Before him crouched
the astonished desperadoes
IF you move you are dead men, said he,
in slow decided tones. Here, Harry" he
| shouted ''Scoundrels, you are trapped!
Throw up your hands!"
! Suddenly the room was a blaze of light;
flashing candles. lamps, sprung into life
| from the walls, while a great chandelier
above his head dazzled him with its unex-
pected glare.
"Henr' he shouted. half throwing his
hands to his eyes.
Something rushed upon him from behind;
there was a scream and then a singing
| blow across the head and neck. AS he sank
| helplessly, angrily, to his knees he heard
the princess wall:
'Dannox! Do not strike again! You have
killed him.
As he rolled to the floor he saw the two
I forms near the bed moving about like shad-
| ows; two red objects that resembled dane
| ing telegraph poles leaped past him from he
| knew not where, and then there was
shout, the report of a pistol. a horrid yell.
Something heavy crashed down beside him
and writhed. His eyes were closing, his
senses were going, he was numb and
sleepy. Away off in the distance he heard
Harry Anguish crying:
That settles you, damn you!"
Some one lifted his head from the carpet
and woman's voice was crying something
unintelligible. He was conscious of an ef-
fort on his part to prevent the blood from
| streaming over her gown-a last bit of GAL
lantry. The sound of rushing feet, shouts
firearms-oblivion.
When Lorry regained consciousness he
, blinked i'm abject amazement. There was a
duh, whirring sound in his ears, and his
| eyes had a glaze over them that was slow
in wearing off. There were persons in the
| room. He could see them moving about and
could hear them talking. AS his eyes tried
to take in the strange surroundings. a
hand lifted from his forehead and a
soft. dream-like voice said
HE is recovering, Mr.. Anguish See. his
eyes are open Do you know me, Mr..
Lorry?"
! The unsteady eyes wandered until they
! fell upon the face near his pillow
/: brighter CLEAN came into them, and there
was a ray OF returning intelligence He
| tried TO speak, but could only move his Inns
AS he remembered her. she was in white.
and he was puzzled now to see her in a
| garment of some dark material, suggestive
OF the night or the green OF a shady hill
side There was the odor of roses and vio
let's and earn ms. Then he looked for the
| fatal, fearfJ ring chandelier. It was
| gone. The re n was becoming lighter and
lighter as his eyes grew stronger, but it
| was through WINDOW near where he Law.
! So it was daylight Where was he?
How do you feel, old MANI" asked a IA
miliar voice. y man sat down beside him
on the couch or bed, and a big hand
! grasped his own. Still he could not answer.
| Doctor cried the voice near his head.
/ ''you really think it is not seriOus?"
"I am quite sure" answered a mans
voice from somewhere out in the light 1T
is a bad cut. and he is just recovering from
the effect Of the ether. Had the blow not
been a glancing one his skull would have
| been crushed He will be perfectly con-
| scious in a short time There is no concus-
! sion, your highness.'
, Il am so happy TO hear you say that"
said the soft voice. LOrry's eyes sought
hers and thanked her. \ lump came into
| his throat as he looked UP into the
| tender anxious blue eyes. y thrill came
] over him. Princess or not. he loved her
: he loved her. You were very brave-oh,
so brave she whispered in his ear, her
hand touching his hair caressingly. MY
| American
He tried TO reach the hand before it
/ faded. but he was too weak. She glided
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