Free trader-journal. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1916-1920, 1918-08-29
The Frank A. Munsey Co.

Observation-Disclosures
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Ever since you had me trapped and
brought me here to this den of your
building to be the playthng of your
passions have prayed for this time
to come.
ITS two years, isn't it, Reynard,
you have kept me in prison - two
years you have made me your toy -
two years you have painted my face
and clothed my body to please your
eyes two years Of bondage - two
years OF hell-two years when | never
saw the sun by day nor the moon by
might've years you have kept me in
: tAdded prison, lined with rose col.
ored SATIN, watched over by your
jackals that | might not escape--even
from life--two years since YOU had
me fooled from my home and caught
In your trap and brought here, be.
cause you had seen me and wanted to
make me your creature to take the
place OF that one you had tired OF be.
fore you saw me?
And this is the end. God has heard
and sent theSe men to free me, be-
Cause, no matter what you have done
to me, Bill Reynard. my soul is as
pure as tho day you stole an innocent
girl and dragged her away from Gol's
light to Il is he'll hole of you s.
And God hears the prayers OF a
clean soul, sooner or later, Reynard.
1t is my time now 1t is you who shall
go to prison.
For two years you have fanced
me doomed to your pleasure forever;
for two years you have told me your
plans. and your sins. and even the
names OF some Of those poor girls you
have captured and Gagged and sold to
your buyers of flesh,
Il know. know, Reynard. and
shall tell And with every word | say
/ shall give thanks that l know and
can swear to the things ! shall say.
Those things shall send you to prison.
Reynard
Il shall tell of murder of the
death of those g.s who would not
submit | shall tell how you slew
with your own cruel hands. And you
shall go to prison, and shall go back
where the sun shines once more. I
shall go back to the light, Reynard -
back to the light--the-"
Quit it," he screamed. Hold your
tongue. you fool-you."
His hands lifted on tensely fexed
arms, as though he longed to choke
the words in her beautiful throat.
beautiful yet for all the two years she
had been shut in his sensuous dun
geon
STEADY, Reynard,' came the voice
OF Dual. What will il avail to add
another count to the score? You are
taken. Listen!'
With quick motion he threw omen
the door.
From the tunnel beyond it there
came a sound Of running feet.
Your hour is at hand" Dual went
on. THAT is the sound OF the law.
pack running on your trail. They are
sweeping your tunnels, Reynard, from
three directions, They are almost
here"
The woman in gold laughed shrillv.
She stood. tall and cleaning. in the
light of the lamps. Her breath was
coming in great, quiverng sobs. The
flowers in her hair were red and
lheaty, as clotted drops of blood.
Reynard turned to the sound OF
racing footsteps.
Without warning he leaped over
the desk and struck the floor near the
still huddled form of his henchman.
He struck. running like gaunt cat,
and launched himself for the door
Dual had set wide, as a cornered ami.
NAL will sometimes chance all on one
dash for the open, .,.
The hawk swooped for the second
time that night. The great hands
reached out and seized him.
He cried out shrilly once, and hung
In the grip of the talons which clutch.
ed and circled his throat. His own
hands came up and clawed in an effort
TO break that grip. He struggled and
writhed and turned.
For the second time the slave
laughed at the spectacle of her mas.
ter.
The sound of feet grew nearer
Some one cried out There was n rush
Of blue and brass from the tunnel, and
the room filled quickly with the forms
-''Of the police. -.