New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1892-08-10

4 aOniy one wolf tatls this TIME, but falls
with a snarling yeip that sends the
middle horse. with the wisdom of an old
i hunter, though Tor some time exhausted
i and painting. and no LONGER able to control
his yoke mates allows himself 10 be borne
4 along.
The prince, white as marble, whispers a
i low order in Timothy's ear. Mime. Novar
laughs no more; her eyes shine ike a cats;
8 she looks at the wolves and again at the
Il horses.
Superb! Magnificent! That old horse
is simply amazing! His name, prince, his
4 nanle?"
Faust, madame the prince answers
coldly; also permit me 70 remind you
that our danger is very great.
Il know, ! know-you need not tell me-
If the sleigh upsets-Mell, nothing will re-
main of us butt the buttons Of our clothes
4 Pooh! I trust to Faush-he is marvellous
i animal.
by Gods will, my prince, says limo
safely. How il will be them cannot tell;
the lake-edge is bad, rough and slippery,
the decent very, very steep.
$50! Take this then, the prince returns,
i giving Timothy his hunting knife; IF we
are spilled j am not to all alive into the
4 jaws OF these devilish brutes.''
Il comprehend your e1cellency," limo
! thy replies.
4 And thou, Serge Nine. Novar MUIR
murs, pale, but smiling bewitching smile
4 into the lleutenant's lace, art thou
i alraid?
Il II, madam. a.raid?'' he answers slowly,
i looking at her straig hti in the eyes as he
\ spoke; mo. but useless death seems to
me rldiculous-c criminal, when imposed
4 by the caprice of wiltul woman-but T.
i submit to it. -
4 Nine Novar shudders; for q moment she
4 seems stunned. And you speak thus to
me, Serge?' she questions, amazed.
TO you, Marta, /" he answers, for the
first time cal ing her by her nome.
Something seems to break III her heart as
i she listens-a whimsical, thoughtless heart,
/ a little too sure OF its power. perhaps, but
essentially feminine The shock increases
4 for her tenfold the dangers which they are
exposed.
i And such danger too! The horses be-
\ yond control, maddened their heads low,
i run haphazard. The wolves, relentless in
i their chase are almost on them. Suddenly
i Timothy cries out hoarsely:
4 :TheIake, tie lake, my prince! We are
4 there!''
i Before them the forest opens, broad,
i treeless space comes into view; it is the
road-the road barely visible. which slopes
I like al, ice-covered trench whose sides ere
nearl y,yertical.
/ lie sleigh flies nowlike asquall Of wind.
i Noteyen Faust attempts longer to check
! their headlong flight He, too, runs
/ bEndly Hinging out his heels with the
d long. superb stride a pure blooded racer.
God protect us' murmurs the prince
i under hislbreath-"th victims of wom-
& ans whim!"
He signs, turns his back on Nine Novar
i and seats himself by the coachnan, the
veins Of whose ne k swell out like whip
4 cord as he pulls on the lines with all his
might
'.Let them go,n says the prince Ietthem
1 n oar
us now.''
Holy Virgin, no; not till the lake is
passed. Timothy cries. 1.-The steppes are
inst beyond; once there, we are savedp
i Like bolt OF lightning the horses fly
down theslope to the lake. Seeing some
thing like a sink before him, Faust, with
lifted head and wide-open eyes, recognizes
the danger con ronting them, for he knows
like a human, what his end will Elf his
maddened comrades drag him over the
brink Of that treacherous spot. He braces
himself stitHy, digs his ieet deep in the
snow, and throws himself to one side
thrusting the right horse with him and
forcing him to keep in the road edging the
4 water.
But the left horse slips, scrambles and falls.
Now Faust rears, forcing with him the
right horse to his launches. Timothy
trusting to the instinct of the old horse
holds fast with one hand, stretches forward
across the shat and cuts with one stroke
the fallen horses traces. With neigh of
agony he instantly disappears under the
swarm of snarling devils.
The sleigh flies on the lake and wood
are passed. and the broad highway OF the
steppes is be.ore them. The hunters are
silent and speak nota word; a light CLEANS
i'll the distance, and Timothy turns the
stealning horses toward it. It's the post
station in the midst OF the steppes. They
l enter the courtyard Ikea charging hurri-
cane.
a Faust for moment breathes heavily and
loud, staggers blindiy whnnies low and
shudderingly tals-never to rise again.
He had broken bloodyessel in ms effort
he had made rc keep the sleigh straight
when the side horse Tell. and though bleed
/ ing lnwardly all the while the strength
and courage OF his race upheld him to the
1 last
i Timothy, with bowed head and wet eyes
makes no attempt to hide his sorrow. The
1 dunlbly at his horse. already stiffening
4 his legs stretched out his mouth and nos
i trils red with blood. Nine. sNovar, too, Tor
moment is specifies: then throws back
her head with a gesture Of imperious de-
fiance.
1 1T was MOTTO bethisti1ne, /" she nlurmurs
AItsoftly ''We are saved-saved. Serge, my
i friend. though all depended upon a horse"
i Andmoved, touched, III spite o! herselt, she
4 turns and impulsively reaches her hand to
i her lover. But he Standslike stone; he does
4 not notice her hand, and his voice IS ice it,
self as he mechanically repeats after her:
! AS you say, nladame--an depended upon
horse"
Still she does not understand him; she is
4 a woman and hard TO convince, and she
speaks a:ain with tender infections
How strangely Jyon s.eak, Ser.c. twas
Marta-did you know that, Serse-aIarta
I you call led ME during-during our peril, -
q she adds With silvery laugh.
For the first and the lasttl time, madame"
the lieutenant returns, grayely. .Fausthas
broken that which bound me to my dearest
desire. True courage is always admirable
81 would see any woman brave peril coolly
and would commend the effort; in Ike pro-
portion would despise her did ller caprice
endange the life even Of dog. How,sthen,
i judge one whose wil.ul fancy exposes hui
8 man lives to the cruellest danger? Men are
not allowed, as you know, to draw back
from daring, even foolhardy undertake
ilg-a silly bondage imposed upon us by
sell-esteem. Therefore,. a woman who
abuses her privileges, who presumes upon
this sentiment and knowledge, is neither
more nor less than a murderess-a muir
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