It was now my turn. With a beating heart I made my way to the
robber chieftain, and sank at his feet. "O sir, I am nothing but a
poor governess, pray let me go."
"O ho! A governess? Give me your last month's wages, then. Give
me what you have stolen from your master!" and he laughed
fiendishly.
I gazed at him quietly, and said, in a low voice: "I have stolen
nothing from you, Mr. Rawjester!"
"Ah, discovered! Hush! listen, girl!" he hissed, in a fiercer
whisper, "utter a syllable to frustrate my plans and you die; aid
me, and--" But he was gone.
In a few moments the party, with the exception of myself, were
gagged and locked in the cellar. The next moment torches were
applied to the rich hangings, and the house was in flames. I felt
a strong hand seize me, and bear me out in the open air and place
me upon the hillside, where I could overlook the burning mansion.
It was Mr. Rawjester.
"Burn!" he said, as he shook his fist at the flames. Then sinking
on his knees before me, he said hurriedly:--
"Mary Jane, I love you; the obstacles to our union are or will be
soon removed. In yonder mansion were confined my three crazy
wives. One of them, as you know, attempted to kill me! Ha! this
is vengeance! But will you be mine?"
I fell, without a word, upon his neck.
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