The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-08-02

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tied and struggled; and 1t is hard to
say how the contest would have gone.
had not the Yellow Peril, in whose
mind the recent actions of Rufus were
very present, bitten the ear Of the
gentleman In velveteen. This disre-
gard Of the rules laid down by Lord
Queensberry SO exasperated that gen
tleman that his roars of injured feel
ing made the wood one echoing bel
low; and it inspired him to such Prov
ess that he toppled the Yellow Peril
over, got on the top Of him, wrenched
his hands free, and pounded his speak.
Ing, or, to be exact, bowling, features
till his yellow-cushion cheeks we're
lively purple and his little eyes con-
siderably smaller than nature had
made them. After proceeding thus for
some minutes, he sat on him, resting
and hopping his florid brow Then
he lugged him to his feet and hauled
him of through the wood, his yellow
skin shining with strange esthetic
effect through the rents in his blue
silk pajamas
Pollyooly walked along by the side
Of them with joyful heart, telling
her rescuer the details Of their story;
and they came out of the wood to q
good-sized village. 1t was some time
before they awoke the village police
man. He handcuffed the Yellow Peril,
and restored him to responsibility by
wrapping his overcoat round him. But
he refused firmly to rescue the Esmer-
aida from foreigners, probably armed
with lethal weapons, till he should
have procured reinforcements from
Watford to make proper job of it.
Pollyooly went off for stroll in
the meadows and gathered large
bunch Of flowers to take home to the
Lump. She was at the post-oflce in
time for its opening, and had sent off
her wires before the policeman came
to wire for aid. Then, as the Esmer-
aida had hidden her, she went to the
village inn and ordered breakfast. AS
she ate that well-earned meal, she was
attended by the local worthless, the
parson, the clerk, the schoolmaster,
the butcher, the baker, and the publ.
can, to whom she related the story OF
the kidnapping.
She had not long finished 1t when q
motor car rushed into the village, and
the Honorable John Ruff1n alighted
from 1t, cool and composed as ever
| but with dangerous CLINT In his eyes
In two minutes he had the policeman
and the gamekeeper in the tonneau
Pollyooly on the seat beside him, and
was ripping off to the house in the
wood
The front door stood open; there
were no sounds of life in the house
The subordinate kidnappers had taken
fright at the disappearance Of their
chief and departed in the Yellow Per
lis motor car.
The Honorable John Rufin bolted UP
the stairs, turned the key in the lock
of the Esmeralda's door, and ham.
mered on 1t. At the sound of his
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the bolts and appeared on the thresh
old, smiling with shining eyes. On
the instant, the Honorable John Ruff
fin picked her up and kissed her.
"Mr. Rufin," cried the scarlet Els
meralda, in tone Of indignant hor
! ror
"Pardon-pardon-m mistake-the
effect of emotional excitement-the
thought that once more my bacon will
be grilled by Pollyocly," said the Hon.
orable John Ruffin, setting her gently
down.
"As if anything ever could excite
you'll" said the Esmeralda, in tone
of indignant unbelief.
Then she smiled.
Then she questioned him with ami
nation about the effect of her disap'
pearance on her friends and the man
ager of the varolium and the news
PAPERS; and he told her of furies and
excitements and headlines of huge
size and special editions and throngs
of amateur detectives. She was de-
4 lighted by his narrative.
/ They decided to breakfast in town;
and leaving the policeman and the
gamekeeper at the empty house, hunt
ing for evidence, they got into the cal
( and started.
Five miles on the road to London
they met the first motor car full OF
Journalists; soon they met another
I and then another Their entry into the
great city partook of the nature of 8
triumphal procession. Breakfast was
q series of interviews; and that with
/ the manager of the Varolium was sin
gularly affecting: he was only re
strained by force from throwing him
/ self on the Esmeralda's neck and dis
/ solving into tears Of Joy. All wert
loud in execration of the Yellow Peril
and full of the deadly justice the Law
would mete out to him. But the fail
ure of the police to procure direct EVIL
dence Of his completely in the kidnap
ping, as set forth in the columns o
the Times, proved that they overratet
the Law, for he sailed gloomy bu
free to his congenial Montevideo.
/ The needful photographing of tn
! heroines of the affair further delaye'
them; and it was noon before Polly