The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-03-28
MYSTERIOUS
MISS DACRES
By Mrs. Schuyler Crowninshield.
Copyright 1901, by J. b. Llpplncott Co.
CHAPTER VII.-CoNr1NuEp.

| arose to my feet at once. Whom
should | suspect? The Sister of Char
Ify of course; and I was right, as
events will show. just here / heard
a shout. The sound of mems voices.
Then came a piercing scream, a sin
gle revolver-shot was fred, and then
l heard the sound of running feet.
The steps were coming toward the
great doc of the Hall. I ran swift
]y down the stairs, unbarred and IN
locked the door, for I heard Johns
voice among the rest, and Mr.. Bel
don's in mild protest. l came out up
OF the broad top step of the stone
flight in the brilliant moonlight. A
group of people were below me. A
woman had just sprung upon the
lower step as l opened the door, and
had run a little way upward.
NO use, JOSIE said a voice, which
l recognized as the voice of Bob Jen-
nings. All, it was the Sister of Char
ity whom he had captured. | was
right after all. He sprung up the
two or three steps, caught her in
his grasp, and snapped something up
on her wrists with a click, and then
she gave another piercing scream
: which had something of familiarity
III it.
i remember hoping hat she would
laot awaken the ladies and Amaran-
1.-THE. All three would be terrified
POOR, nervous little Amaranthe more
than all. Behind Jennings came two
men in policemen's uniform, and be-
tween them they dragged, almost
carried, a man in the garb of a priest.
his tonsured head. His face was
smooth shaven, and pale from fright
and anger. They came, all of them,
part way up the steps. | remember
what a dreadful picture they made
in the clear moonlight. 1t was ter
rible to me to see a detective holding
a woman as a prisoner, and that wo-
man a sister of a religious body. l
remember that Jennings said, "No,
no! don't go in here. The ladies' are
i'll" l wondered how he knew. Let
us go round to the kitchen door. Mrs.
Brathwaite, can you let us in?" I
ran through the hall to the kitchen,
which door 1 unbolted and admitted
gthe officers and the captured prey.
"Do you know this man, Mrs.
: Brathwaite?" said Jennings.
"No," said I, 81 do not"
"N, this lady?"
"I--ever saw her BEFORE" said I, sat
least until this evening. She is a per-
feet stranger to me-"
Jennings raised his hand towards
the Sisters white cap. She bent her
body in futile struggles. He held the
: gives upon her wrist, as if in a vice,
with II of his strong hands. The
, priest was pale at this treatment of
the Sister.
"How dare you?" he said, almost
foaming at the mouth. Had | my
hands free, priest of the church as
am, | would brain you, you coward,
where you stand"
"Yes, l dare say you would" said
Jennings, but, you see, your hands
are not free" He again raised his
hand towards the Sisters Golf; again
she lodged, bent double, strained
backward. to avoid him, but all to
no purpose. for, with a quick and deX-
ferrous upward throw of his arm he
NhoSNSu 0iC WllbC cap W liC ioO1.
The dark hair went with it; whom
should | recognize but Amaranthe
Darlington.
"Oh!" | cried, "but this is some
mistake. How dare you? She is
only masquerading!"
"Wibby! Wibby!" said Amaranthe.
trying to stretch out her manacled
hands to me, save me from this in
dignity. My aunts will save me. Go
and tell them, Wildly, go and tell
them"
snow don't get excited, JOSIE" said
Jennings.
so YOU don't know that gentle
man, Mrs. ~Brathwaite," continued
Jennings, nodding at the priest
s'lrather Darby!"
withdrew my eyes from little
A1Aaranthe, dazed and wondering, nj
mo st too weak to speak, and only
gasRed, No"
"TFy your lightning change, Hoyt,
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