The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-03-02
PERILS OF PAULINE
Continued from Page 81

AS Mario thrust the bundle of yell
low bills into his sash he noticed for
the first time the watcher at the tent
door.
Michel Mario stopped and turn
ed abruptly, his brow darkening This
is the second time of one day that |
have found you spying"
And the second time of one day [
nave been driven away from YOU" she
replied, rushing toward him. She
thrust her face close to his, her small
form vibrating with her rage.
Il know what it is" she screamed
1t is the yellow haired lady that you
have carried off. 1t is the lady and
the money. saw you take the money.
| hate you"
For answer the young chief raised
his right arm haughtily and extended
1t. "Go-and go quickly. I do not
quarrel with women about women; |
command women"
She covered under the outstretched
arm. But as she moved away her
glance CLEANED back at him. vindictive,
threatening. He did not see the
glance. He was smiling down at Pie
tro, complacent in his recent triumph
of finance. He did not see Singoalla
circle the medicine tent and crouch
close to the opening in the back of it.
1t was Pauline Manufacturing, a
prisoner within the tent, who saw the
lovely, but hate-harrowed face of the
gypsy girl thrust between the curtains.
Pauline lay on the ground beside the
medicine vat, where the gypsies had
left her after the flight through the
forest. She had tainted in the first ter
ror of the moment when she realized
she was seized at the Marvin gate.
Her dormant senses were but halt
awakened when she lifted herself upon
her elbow and looked into the eyes
of Singoalla.
Through her brain coursed feardim-
med visions of a rush through the
Sitting heat, over the soft leaf-molded
earth of the forest, on the shoulders
of strong men.
Suh-conscious memory told her of
the end of the jOurney-a sudden end
TO the heat, clamor Of many voices
Istilled by one voice of command, the
brushing of a tent-curtain across her
face, new warm odor, fetid, smother
ing; then a acknowledging, a struggle
and fail.
This was the nightmare of her swoOn
that ended with the vision of Singoalla
at the tent-flap.
The face of the gypsy girl vanished
so quickly that Pauline in the dawn Of
consciousness, was not sure that 1t
was not part of the dream.
She raised herself slowly and look
ed around. There was no one in the
medicine tent She could hear mems
muffled voices just outside-the voics
of Pietro and Michel Mario bartering
her caTtivity. There were other voices,
more distinct and the crackle of a
wood fire and the neighing Of teth-
cred horse.
Dizzily she got to her feet. The
strarve surroundings made her eau
tious, stealthy. She CROPPED her way
! toward the perpendicular rift of light
face N2a appeare1 Softly she put
apart the tent folds and looked out
!, There was no one in sight The
sound" continued, but they came from
the OF @r side of the tent The sheer
face of rock wall confronted her.
The tant rad been placed beside the
rock for ghade or shelter. The rock
! lowered twenty feet above her head
abrunt unscalahle To right and left
| it evtonTed out of eveshot
| Pauline crept through the openins
| in tho tent. The free air revived and
siren ethened her. She peered around
' tn canvass edpe and saw the gypsy
camp laid out before her.