Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-06-03
Revenge
BY GUY THoRNE
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Sweet is revenge, especially to
woman. Lord Byron.
CHAPTER v.--(contInued.)

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CHAPTER V-(contInued.)
AS the actual second of her terrible
enterprise approached she became
se1f-controlled and calm. Some of the
most subtle and careful brains in Eu-
rope had devised and supervised ev-
cry detail of what she was about to
do. Nothing had been left to chance.
The strange and dangerous plan by
which the kidnapped child was to be
shot out into the night suddenly and
noiselessly, had been calculated with
marvellous nicely by those in the pay
of a tall, fair woman, who even now
sat waiting for tidings in an old cas-
tie on the Rhine. And the tool of the
princess, the treacherous instrument
Of another's revenge, the trusted
friend of the woman she was about
to rob of all that she held most dear,
had herself been trained, as a gym.
mast is trained, in every detail of
what was to be shown in the expendi-
mental house which had been taken
this.
Miss Decies remained by the bundle.
She set it gently, swinging to and
fro, and noticed with satisfaction that
the arc it described In it's progress
would take 1t far out through the
open window and over the narrow
pavement below, when sufficient i'm
petus had been given 1t.
The tramp of the great cart horses
came nearer and nearer.
,rtL fo So{o rOp
but the sounds at the far end Of Pic
cadilly. by st. Georges hospital,
which would tell of the simulated riot
and draw all the patrolled constables
Of the neighborhood to it in a mo-
ment.
The fresh night air from the Green
Park swept and eddied into the dark
ened room. Beyond the great, black
square Of the open French windows
faint radiance of moonlight illumined
the sky, and the only sound in the
room itself was the muffled drum
ming that Miss Decies heard as her
heart raced and pulsed within her In
terrible exhilaration.
All! there it was--a drowned and
distant shout! More shouting "a
chorus Of shouts! the muffied whis-
ties of the police.
4 Almost Immediately the old lady
heard heavy hurrying footsteps not
far away from the open window.
They echoed loudly for moment and
decreased in sound, while the distant
noise and shouting grew louder and
yet more loud
She glided to the table upon which
the keen-edged hunting knife lay, took
1t up In her hand, and once more re-
turned to her station by the swinging
bundle. AS she did so she was aware
Of the heavy clank, clank of the great
horses which drew the half-wain be-
meath the windows.
There was dead silence for mo-
ment, and then low whistle shiyered
up and into the room.
1t was the signal
When she heard 1t the old woman
went to the end of the bundle, ran
with 1t to the window and pushed it
against the recoil of the rope until 1t
was out above the balcony. Then she
released it, and in a flash she was
back against the opposite wall. She
was there, waiting, before the return
swing of the long narrow thing
brought 1t within her grasp.
She caught it, held 1t for the moiety
Of second, and then gave it fur
Their and tremendous impetus. 1t
flashed away out Of the dark room
into the pale moonlight, and as 1t rose.
to It's highest point again the low
whistle sounded.
The knife was in her hand, and at
the moment OF hearing she drew it
with quick and certain movement
across the taut rope tied to the pillar
Of the sideboard.
There was little whispering
shrek, high up in the roof, as the re-
leased rope rushed through the pulley.
Then dull, mufiied thud came to her
as the bundle fell accurately in the
middle OF the hay. The third low
whistle announced the complete sue
cess IL everything: there was a trail
Ing noise as the concealed people
upon the top Of the wagon drew In
The severed rope, and once more the
! heavy tramp Of the re-started horses
began to echo as the cart with Its
precious burden moved on.
She staggered to the windows, had
lust enough strength left to close and
Sfasten them. to pull the heavy cur.
tains over them, once more to switch
on the electric lights, and then she
fell in 4 huad d heap upon the floor,
md everything flashed away from her
& CHAPTER vi.
Capt Basil Marriott's Experiences.
81 Capt Marriott seemed to be lying
It the bottom Of deep. black lake,
he could feel the Icy pressure Of the
hthonas Of water about him. He lay
d the dark, and there was 3 distant
singing ii his ears as though, far
4 lway son the surface OF the cruel
water which held him, waves were
aging
And then, sudd enly, the darkness