The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-07-20
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! isVt VVSe VI NY ltct. " flTlcu, j uH
going to try for the next room"
He was too surprised for protest. but
released his grip. and | swung free
dangling from tho gutter. ! heard hin
Chamber w on the still and saw his
head poked out through the opening.
stay where you are ordered soft
~. land IL ] make IL I'll lei you on
through the door. Re cnrefii: some
fellow may take n shot this way"
The distance did not exceed ten feet
and ] moved along hand over hand
noiselessly. the supporting gutter not
yielding I'm the slightest To my weight
and ny mind becoming more confident
as | advanced. coald see little, but
my dangling feet told me when hung
opposite the first window. Here n seri-
Gus difficulty presented itself-the win
dow was closed probably locked. Yet
had anticipated this, reasoning that
the clasp would be the same as that
OF the room in which we had been i'm.
prisoned. half circle catch between
the two sashes. To reach IL with my
foot | would have TO break Il pane of
glass, and it must be the right pane.
felt for it carefully. located the prop,
or spot and sent iny shoe crashing
through the glass. A musket bonnet
from the black shadow of the grape
arbor, the leaden messenger chugginS
into the wood just above my lead.
Two cafbincs barked from wintow
of the lbwer floor their flame showing
like red cash in the night. stut''i
my leg through the shattered pane, fc.t
the clasp with my shoe and pressed It
back. An instant later. with foot and
hand. had forced down the sash and
swung my body in through the open
ing. Is.
1t was a ticklish job TO let so my
grip on the gutter, but my left hand
found purchase on the frame OF the
window. and ] squirmed In inch by
inch. expecting every instant second
shot from the fellow in the arbor. AS
finally dropped to the floor his mus.
ket exploded. the bullet singing through
the open window. burying itself in the
ceiling and showering me with plas-
ter
The noise OF crashing glass ana my
fall TO the floor would hardly alarm
the girl, even If she remained on guard
in the hall. as there had been so much
Of similar disturbance during the past
half-hour. If the door OF this room
was unlocked, and ] could surprise
her, the rest would be easily accom-
plished. ! crossed the room softly,
and tried the knob. which yielded.
Looking first toward the fireplace l
saw nothing, and it was moment or
two before / perceived her. sitting on
a low stool, the cooked carbine across
her knees. ut the head Of the stairs.
She was sufficiently in earnest. no
doubt; indeed, the intenseness Of her
attitude. the grip Of her fingers on
the weapon, her very posture. exhib-
tied determination. And yet the
women In her was equally apparent
the quick trembling Of her shoulders.
the occasional uplifting of one hand
MS IL she swept aside gathering tears.
could perceive one white check, and
the fluffy brown OF her hair. although
the light was so dim that she seemed
little more than shadow. In that mo-
mcnt of indecison | would have
given the world to go to her. to clasp
her I'm my arms and stand beside her
through right or wrong. She could
respect and admire worthy enemy,
but she would despise weakling,
even if his lack of manhood came
through love of her. Besides. she
was doing this for Donald. She had
said this was war, and would bear
my part in It.
Even as she lcaped to her feet. Civ
ing vent to a faint cry of startled
fear. had grasped the barrel OF her
gun and held 1t safely.
you said. Miss Denslow, this was
war;" ! began sternly. land now 1t
is my turn. Give me the carbine."
She released her grasp Of it. her eyes
on my face. They were not angry,
but soft from unshed tears.
IL am sorry" stammered lame
ly. that I must hold you prisoner,
but you have proved too dangerous
W DC W ~ llCt.
How did you get here? Where
did you come fromT" she questioned.
II came out through the window Of
one room and In through the window
OF another. Some OF your friends shot
at me, but their craftsmanship was
poor. You must have a pretty low
opinion OF Yankees to suppose once
would lie idle very long under lock and
key"
She sank back upon the chair, her
face buried in her hands. A wave Of
pity swept over me.
Don't be angry" l urged.
81 am not angry ut you," and she
looked up ut me. the tears visible. IL
respect you more because you have not
yielded. But--but | have failed--failcd
utterly nm angry with myself. hu.
inflated. miserable"
There was n noise behind. and !
wheeled about quickly, throwing UP
the curbine. OBrien stood in the door
way through which | had come, star.
ing at us.
II got toircd waitin. sor." he said.
$50 | thried me luck at the gutter