The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-05-28

1t too, for saw his color change and
his hand shake Qancy his hand shakingD,
and then I knew that Keretsenyi had
him. So he had, sure enough, for they
had hardly been at 1t three minutes
when Du Val, for the first time in his
life should think, left his guard open
for an instant, and the next moment
saw him lying at my feet all over blood.
He'll never fight again, poor fellow! for
his right arm is crippled for life."
But this duel was fated to have more
important results than the spelling OF
Capt. Du Val's workmanship. Just out
of the town lived an old Gascon gentle
man, NJ. de Ia Roche, with pedigree as
long as his purse was short, whose one
regret in life was the loss Of the estates
Of which his family had been deprived
by an unfortunate accident known to
history as the French Revolution. His IA
vorite nephew having been killed in
duel by Du Val the old man was nat
urally delighted to see the bully punish
ed in his turn. and lost no time in call
ing upon Ksretsenyi to congratulate him.
The prince received him courteously, re-
turned his visit, and finding his hosts
daughter Madeleine one Of the prettiest
girls that he had ever seen, fell in love
with her, or at least appeared to do 30.
on the spot.
Nothing could be more dattering to q
simple, inexperienced girl, utterly ignor-
ant Of the world and only just freed from
the prison Of q convent school, than this
homage from o man who had the whole
fashionable world of Marseilles at his
feet; for in France-and In most other
countries too, for that matter-any one
who has the reputation Of being very
rich and very wicked, with the addi-
tional merit Of having murdered man
either in the ceremonious form Of duel
or in the simpler and more usual way, is
certain to achieve an immense popular
ity; and Prince Keretsenyi received so
much attention from the local beauties
that had he been Turk or q Mormon
he might have taken away with him
wives enough to stock an entire harem.
It was true that in her inmost heart
Madeleine felt an instructive shrinking
from this mysterious and terrible suitor,
who, when they first met, had darted at
her look of fierce and hungry admira-
ton which scared her with a sudden and
ghastly memory Of q frightful picture
that she had once seen in her childhood,
where a wolf, standing over a helpless
child in the snow, was just about to bury
its cruel fangs in the infants throat. It
was also true that she had had her own
dreams of ideal bliss, and that her part
ner in those dreams wore not the tower
ing form and tiger like beauty Of Keret-
senyi, but the Likeness Of the bright
haired boy who had been the chosen
playmate of her childhood. But her
father would not hear o word Of Henri
de Mortemart, and of course her father
must know best.
This last consideration, combined with
Keretsenyi's extraordinary personal
beauty, the splendid presents which he
was always making her, his renown as
the conqueror Of the most dreaded and
formidable duelist in the whole district,
and, above all, the weird, indefnable
fascination which seemed to attach IL
self to everything that he did or said,
was strong enough to stife in Made
leine's heart the warning instinct which
bade her bewareo Of this i'll omened union;
and when once the prince had spoken
out, old De Ia Roche-who would gladly
have sold his own soul Ito say nothing Of
his daughter) for q 1.-THE Of the sum
which Keretsenyi offered to settle on his
bride-took good care that there should
be no undue delay in the celebration Of
the marriage.
Thus it came to pass that one evening
In the early autumn Of that year two
gossips met on the broad white pave
ment Of the Cannebiere, and one Of them
said to the other:
"Well, N. le Prince has certainly
made Q successful summer campaign
among us; he has beaten the best man
and married the prettiest woman in all
Marseilles."
"And Henri de MortemartT asked his
friend; show does he like to see his
souls adored in the arms Of another
mann"
"He likes it so little, poor fellowI that
he has suddenly disappeared, and people
are saying that he must have committed
suicide. But what would you have?
Even If Keretsenyi hadn't come in the
way at all, Henri would never have got
her. He was branded with the worst Of
all crimes-he was guilty Of being poorr'
Poor Princess Madeleine had a long
and weary journey to her new home
amid the distant Carpathian mountains,
in the wild border land between Transyl-
vania and Wallachia, for her grim
bridegroom, as IL spurred by a mad i'm
patience to see his ancient castle once
more, hurried forward night and day
without ever pausing to rest, seemingly
expecting her to be as insensible to IA
tigue as he was himself. Her strength
was well nigh exhausted by the time
they quilted the railway for q large
travelling carriage, which was awaiting
them at the station. But this was in
turn left behind as the road grew
rougher and sleeper, and just as night
was falling she found herself on horse
back half way up the endless dgzags Of
o brealEneck mountain path, while just
In front Of her, tall and shadowy as
phantom in the ghostly twilight, rode
Keretsenyi on q mighty black horse,
worthy Of the specter huntsman Of Ger.
man legend.
Where the sun had gone down one
pale, spectral gleam still fingered above
the gloomy hills, covered to the very
summit with shadowy pine forests. and
against 1t rose, black and grim, the mass
i've tower Of an ancient castle. As
Madeleine caught sight Of it there shot
through her heart such chill as men