The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-08-01

Tho third dsy was Sunday: and
again NO yellow Peril appeared. From
the souno Of It's church-bells they
gathered that they were not very far
from village Towards evening they
bsEAn to discuss the question Of es-
capa.
III We only bad rope. could cas-
lily get down 1t to the ground" said
Polly1ooly w1stfully.
Now. / soaldn't," said tho Esmer-
aida Its very odd in dancer; but
any hsight even as short height as
this, Laakss me giddy. / should lose
the rops and fall. We could make q
rope; Tvs heard Of people cutting up
shssts and making rope out Of them. ]"
"oh. let's DO It" cried Pollyooly
eagerly.
Tho Esmernlda felt tho muscles Of
hcr ar1ss. lifted her up, Weighing her.
aud said thoughtfully. Your arms are
stronsJ and you're very light. be-
liess you could do IT.
I'M sare can: do let me try" said
Poilyoo eagerly.
"Wefl, wen see what kind Of q rope
we can lusRe tomorrow"
The next morning they shortened
tho time of dancing. took a sheet from
the bed. tore it into strips and set
about knotting them together. An
hour after lunch, when they had Just
begus on the second sheet, a voice
called from the garden. They
dropped tho sheet, ran to the window.
and tlrsas was the Yellow Peril.
He StoUd in an attitude expressive
Of con.aiom power, his right hand
thrust into the bosom OF his Jacket
his left hand tweaking his moustache
to f1srcer savagery: and his remark
able fAcs appeared even more remark.
able than usual from the fact that It
was cur1ously contortcd by his vigor.
GUS effort to invest 1t with an expires.
sion Of mingled power and passion.
The Esmeralda's face flushed and her
eyes flashed at the sight Of him:
You cad! You horrid cad!" she
cried.
Forthwith the Yellow Peril burst, in
curiously explosive fashion, into a
storm Of passionate words, waving his
hands and striking his breast. But his
English seemed no less remarkable
than his face. for PolIyooly could I'M
derstand but few of the words he
spoke; and she was not sure about
those.
The Esmeralda seemed used to It.
for when he came to the end of his
short breath, she cried, Marry you?
You have the cheek to talk about my
marrying you. after kidnapping me,
stopping my work, and enraging the
Varolium people in this outrageous
way! You wretched cur! I wouldn't
marry you anyhow; and, after this, I'd
sooner die than marry you! You
you-ugly yellow brute!"
The Yellow Prince did not seem to
like these words from the heart. His
yellow cushion cheeks turned a pain
full magenta, and his boot-button eyes
seemed about to part from him, SO far
did they start from their sockets.
He burst into succession Of splut-
tering shrieks; and as he shrieked he
danced in very Jerky and inelegant
fashion.
Then Rufus came round the corner
OF the house. The sound of voices
had suggested food to him: and the
sight of the Yellow Peril seemed to as
sure him that he had found 1t. He
uttered one blood-curdling growI, barred
his teeth, and sprang at him.
With an astounding howl, the Vel
low Peril leapt into the room beneath
them aud crashed the long windows
too. shiver1ng the top panes. Rufus
stood before them barking hoarsely.
The Esmeraida laughed joyously,
and Poliyooly Joined in her mirth.
Then the Esmeralda went back to the
sheet, leaving Pollyooly to watch at the
window.
Presently the foreigner who guard
ed them fetched Rufus away, and
Diego Perez came out, a very black
scowl on his yellow face. He called to
the Esmeralda, who went on knotting
sheet strips. He exploded at Polly
dolly, bidding her fetch the Esmeralda.
Pollyooly regarded his animated face
with grave, silent attention. At last
he went away.
The Esmeralcs decided that the
coming OF the Yellow Peril made it i'm
perative that Pollyooly should make
her attempt to escape without delay.
1t was useless her escaping into the
woods at night; they would be too ter
rifying. and she might get lost in
them. Early next morning seemed
the most favorable time.
AS soon as the rope was finished
she took half-a-dozen of the telegram
forms she carried In her wrist-bag, ad-
dressed one to the Honorable John
Rufin, one to the Manager of the Va
rolium. and the rest to editors of pa
pers, and filled them up with accounts
Of her plight, leaving blank for Pol
lyooly to fill up with the name of the
village when she should have learnt
1t. She gave Pollyooly her purse with
sovereign in it.
Soon after five the Esmeralda awoke
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