Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1917-12-13

furniture both cheap and scant.
There were two windows, side by
side, which opened upon a little
court or area way closed in by
high walls, topped by an ugly and
formidable iron chevauX de frise,
which would be equally effective
IN preventing any IL getting in
or getting out.
She soon exhausted the interest
of this limited prospect, and,
turning back to the room, spent a
long half hour wandering about
it, looking at this and that, Ell
deavoring to keep her thoughts oc-
cupied. She was vaguely uneasy,
a feeling of oppression weighed
upon her, and from moment to
moment she caught herself listen
ing for some sound. but the house
was absolutely still. Finally she
drew a chair to one of the win
dows, and sitting down, stared out
again into the little court. 1t was
dark and damp and we'll like and
apparently never swept, for it's
pavement was Uttered with rub
bish. Again she caught herself
listening, her head half turned.
But she heard no sound. 1t must
be past the middle of the after
noon; she should be getting home
to set their rooms in order, for to-
night Dan was coming
And again she was listening,
rigid, breathless in her chair.
There was no sound; but sudden
ly, with nerves a CULVER, she
sprang to her feet, crossed the
room and swept back the hangings
at the door. She was surprised
to find hat the door itself had
been closed. She turned the knob,
but the door did not open; she
shook it, but it held fast. And
then she realized that it was
locked.
1t was a moment before she un-
derstood. Then, very quietly, she
crossed the room to another door
and tried it. She had expected it
to be locked also, but to her sur
prise it opened. Beyond it was a
bed room, also with a window
opening on the walled court, and
beyond the bedroom was a win
dowless bathroom. There were no
other doors.
She returned to the outer room
and again tried the door, testing
it cautiously but firmly with her
whole strength. Yes; there could
be no doubt Of it-she was locked
in. She went to one of the win
dows, raised the sash and looked
out. 1t was at least a 12-foot drop
to the tagged pavement of the
court. That might be managed
with the help of the bed clothes,
but there remained the high wall
and the threatening iron spikes.
Below her, she could see that a
small door opened from the court
into the basement of the house, but
it had no other exit.
She found the fresh air welcome,
and sat down, at last, before the
open window. She was much
calmer than she had been; now
that she was face to face with
danger, the feeling of oppression
vanished and her courage rose.
She was a Pole, she had been
trained in a hard school, she was
not afraid. No, she repeated pas
.sionately to herself, she was not
afraid; and how she hated that
smooth tongued German, with the
cold eyes and smiling lips! Treach-
erous! Treacherous!
IF you will come this way"
said Pachmann, and Ward tramped
after him up the stair to a room
on the second floor.
The prince was already there,
standing at the window, hands in
pockets, staring modify out.
"Be seated, Mr.. Yard" said
Pachmann. "My dear prince,
will you not sit downi"
The prince flung himself into a
chair.
"And now, Mr.. vard," went on
Pachmann, sitting down very de-
iberately face to face with the in