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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
ESMERALDA DANCES BEFORE NOTRE DAME
gested, as if reading his master's mood the better because it was in conformity to his own.
"Follow on," the archdeacon replied, gloomily; "I have just caught her name from a passer-by. It is Esmeralda.' '
The physical monster moved along with the moral one into a series of dark and deserted streets, encountering few people in their progress, until they caught sight of the girl ahead of them. All unconscious of their distant pursuit, she led them thru a labyrinth of alleys and small squares with the confidence of one who knew the route, until she became aware that a solitary gallant was following her closely. The po#et, Gringoire, his head bent as if counting the pavingstones, was close at her heels. She stopped suddenly to survey him in a gleam of light from a shop window, but he dodged aside when he perceived that two others were coming up, the face of the taller one covered by a black cloak and the other easily recognized as formidable Quasimodo. The powerful hunchback pushed the
poet aside, threw his arms around the girl and attempted to stifle her cries, while his tall companion menaced Gringoire. Suddenly the struggling Gypsy's voice broke the stillness of the night.
"Help! Men of the watch!" she cried.
Quasimodo plunged rapidly into the gloom, bearing the young girl folded across his arm with as little effort as if he had been carrying a child.
"Murder!" Esmeralda exclaimed, faintly.
"Halt and yield!" came a new voice down the street, and a mounted captain of the King's Archers rode up, sword in hand, with a band of his men close behind: He tore the girl from the arms of dazed Quasimodo, threw her across his saddle, and when the hunchback, recovering his composure, attempted to regain his prey, he was set upon by the archers and overpowered. Struggling and foaming at the mouth, the powerful hunchback was bound and garroted, while Frollo disappeared in the darkness.