The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-10-18

meditations and maintained silence. Hair
| an hour more and the carriage stopped
| again, but il was not at an inn, though fo-
lande, as she stepped through doorway.
/ had omitted to examine the place, feeling
| confident that with the man she loved at
| her side all could not fail to be well. There
was. however, she might have noticed, no
hanging sign in gay colors, no hospitable
| indication whatver of the character of the
place, nothing but the forbidding wall of a
| lofty building.
us this the placer she said, and she
| turned her head.
YES" came the answer. Eve shall be in
| security here
And then minute later the real nature
| of the establishment became manifest. for
| as her companion OF the drive drew back
a step and conversed with the priest. two
| women in the gloomy garb of nuns APP
preached her. one on either side.
Come sister," they said. 'come. your
prayer is granted
Yolande started from their touch in af-
| fright, but her hands were seized and firm
| ly held, and she was for minute too sur
| prised 10 resist.
Prayer" she gasped. What prayer? 1
do not understand"
grace to quit the evil path you have been
following and embrace the religious life"
'I!' she exclaimed. 'I!''
! Eyes" came the quiet reply. This in flu
ture is your home"
"What do you mean?' cried the girl, and
she turned quickly to the Prince; but then
second later, as she struggled, though
vainly, to be free, the whole revolving truth
1 do oil IN for her at
panicn had thrown back the cloak, and Yo-
lande the whole hideous truth-the trap
that had been laid for her by a jealous
rival, the hopelessness of her position, with
the curtain falling on her life, shutting out
all the world all it's feelings and love and
charm.
IL am not the prince came in a cold
voice, "but the Princess Marie of Delavoye.
whom he is to marry. Fool, did you actually
think. you poor puppet of the stage, that
you could come between US; that you were
destined to reign there?''
''You! Princess Marie."
Yes"
Then, madame, release me, for 1 have
never Willingly done you ILL.,.
The other laughed. Release you. No.
The bird is in the trap, and there it shall
stay. Alas. for your prospects, my dear
Madame Harding, L fear that the stage
will lose a shining light, but it will be for
your lasting good and, dear madame, do
not trouble yourself about Alexander. He
will, be assured, soon forget. 1t is my turn
now. The excellent sisters here will take
the greatest care of you. Obey them stu
diously and you will not be unhappy. fol
they have good hearts.
Yolande endeavored to shake off her
custodians. but Intellectually. only causing
one to murmur:
BE calm, madame; be calm
He will think me Dead" she moaned in
bitterest anguish.
But low as she had spoken, the other
caught the words, and she smiled.
"Dead-or false" came the sarcastic re-
joinder, Il care not which. You will never
leave here-never. Understand that, and
you have yourself to thank for your fate"
''Have pityi' and the eyes of the prisoner
searched the gloomy apartment.
Pity" came the scornful reply. PITY
; Pity on bewitched girl of the boards who
l attempts to occupy place, to Gust us
No, no. my girl. You will have time to re-
; pent and mourn your own mad folly. And
remember that others act-as 1 have
acted this very night and the princess
turned haughtily and walked out of the
: chamber
t The two sisters, who had been mute dur.
. ing the last few minutes, assisted Yolande
| to 4 chair.
'You shall be made happy" said one
: | Comfort yourself, madame, be of good
| cheer. The princess is great, and be as.
| | sured that she acts for your good.
But the distinguished actress, at whose
feet two worlds had knelt, heard them not
: having tainted dead away.
e Jocelyne the serving maid, was still ex
: aiming the bracelet by the light of q
lamp when she was summoned once more
] The prince stood IL the doorway. cloaket
e | and with his face in shadow. But it wa.
i the prince.
She gave a cry of alarm
/! Hist" he said. lis your mistres:
n ready?"
c My mistress, My mistress!" gasped the girl
"Yes, where is she?" and the prime,
, gripped the others
: Gone, monseigneur.'
, "Gone! What 90 you tell me?'
s 1.-The truth, monseigneur
/ "Gone where?"
a | 'sYou came for her, monseigneur,"
G Look you! You are mad! / came
And then he stopped short a suddei
: thought having struck him. "Treachery,
r he groaned. and he leant back against
II chair. THAT letter. 1t was from Marie
Mad woman that she ISL
Jocelyne gazed at him earnestly. IN.
$ mistress is i'm some cruel danger, yol
think monseigneur?' she said, plead
I ingly. You will save her?'
e YES" was the stern answer. Eyes,
will save her." and ere the other coul,
n say another word, the heir to the thron
: had turned and vanished in the night.
d 1T is her doing" he muttered but
O will have justice done here and that RICH
e soon.'
u a few steps further UP the street his car
riage was waiting and he sprang in
ITO the palace he said, sharply.
d The door was closed and the vehicle role,
n away.
n Where have they put her?' he said +