The morning call., 1892-11-20

caution, for all pain for injuries sustained
In his attack had Welded 10 Potak's skillfui
treatment. y lex was requested by the
young Count TO tell over again the story Of
his repulse under The walls of the old castle
and to give detailed account of the in
juries received. Frank shook his head and
smiled ineredulously as the forester ended
his story.
But. Count" cried Nick. rather testify.
Il couldn't have dreamed all this Some
thing must haue happened 10 me TO stretch
me out on this bed for whole week"
II don't doubt II, my good man" replied
Franz You must have been brutaliy
handled"
YES, Count-brutally and diabolically!
When l can see an enemy Pm not afraid of
him, but 1 can't fight shadows or the invis-
IDLE powers of the air"
The Count smiled and turned away.
After supper Rotzko asked for permission
TO 60 and smoke his pipe on the terrace. Ii
was accorded, and Franz was left alone,
seated in an easy chair in the great RAM
bling chamber which Jonas had assigned TO
him. The twilight was fast giving place to
the deeper gloom of night. The stiffness of
the place. broken only by the distant MUIR
muir OF the mountain torrent. invited to rev.
erie, TO sleep.
AS the young Count slept, low. sweet
voice suddenly filed the rooms. 1t could
not come from the outside. for both door
and windows were closed Some one was
Franz listened. Ii was The very opera. and
the voice. too. How could any one mistake
It? 1t was La Stilla's, So full of celestial
music, with all its old power to touch the
voice grew fainter and fainter. then ceased
entirely. Franz started up and listened
with eager effort TO catch still another tone
OF the glorious voice that had been so
cruelty sealed by death. But the room was
wrapped in deepest silence.
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her voice and here. too, in this very room.
Oh. no, IL cannot be; it must have been
dream, all dream"
The next morning, while Roizko was
busying himself with the preparations for
their departure from the village of Werst,
Franz entered the room.
"RotZko." he said in low voice, I've
changed my mind about this old castle. /
don't believe 1t to be the hiding place of
criminals. These good people believe that
Baron Rodolphe is dead. We know that he
Is not At least, we know that he was alive
several years ago. Now what proof Is there
Of his death He was not a man TO die.
And why may he not have returned to this
old home of his ancestors? Why may not
his familiar spirit. Orfanik. be with him
and why may not he be at the bottom of
these unearthly manifestations"
well. Count Franz" replied Rotzko,
with good-natured brusqueness, ''if that's
the case, l wouldn't advise you to NEEDLE
Win tDis ucFll UOuSe OF tU6 people lDSluc
It. Let's give them wide berth. Ii they
choose to bewirch the people of this town,
that's their business. Koltz is an officer of
the law; he knows whore his remedy is"
IL agree with you, Rotzko," said the
young Count. lets set out after break
Everything shall be ready. Count Franz"
"But. Rotzko," added Franz. before we
leave the country, / want TO take a nearer
look at the old CASTLE"
why, young master?"
"Oh. a mere within, that's all"
The fact was that Franz felt himself
under the influence of a strange fascination.
A mysterious power drew him toward the
old castle. Explain It? He could not.
Such things, like many other things, can't
be explained. Probably it was one thing.
probably another that tempted the young
man to take closer look at those dilap-
dated walls, at this house of his mysterious
rival. once so glorious In its strength and
beauty, now so beaten down by wind and
weather and turned over 60 noisome weeds
and to the unclean birds of the night aud to
animals that love the mold and the moist
ure.
Several times Rotzko made strong efforts
to turn his young master back. Ii was use
less. As well Try to stop the flow of the
mountain torrent that leaped and foamed
down its rocky bed. 1t was after O'Clock
when Franz de Telek and Rotzko reached
the extreme limit of the Orgall plateau.
Before them. in ali its strange and weird
mystery, rose the castle of the Carpathians,
black as night itself and yet plainly visible
In the gathering shadows Of the evening,
lifting its towers and turrets with their
tOothed battlemeuts toward the stars In
silent majesty-a thing OF the past, dead,
but still ech0ing with the ring of spear,
the rattle of arrows and the dull
burst of culverin. Specifies. Franz de
Ieiek gazed upon the castle of the Carpa-
thians, SO dread, so somber, so well fitted
to be the home Of the last OF the Barons of
Goriz. Here this mysterious parsonage
might live alone, die alone, with no creature
OF the outer world to disturb his last reve-
RE.
No smoke rose from any tower or turret.
no sign oil life was visible. no sound reached
the young counts ear. Rotzko bad noticed
that bis masters thoughts were with that
dread past, which had so savagely robbed
him oil his happiness. and be had withdrawn
q few yards to leave Count Franz alone
but now. as the night was closing about
them apace, he made bold to break in upon
this sombre meditation.
count Franz" he murmured, might ia
upon us It's time to CO."
'Yes. Rotzko. in an instant Pll be with
you. TO on. I'll follow In moment OF
So"
But still he never stirred from the spot.
Was 1t voiition that was lacking or force