The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-09-01

~Ah," said the other with sudden
pity, Il had forgot your wound"
yes, Count Kolinski, you have for
got much
"And what, sire?"
THAT he who takes an oath against
his king, takes no binding one"
''Sire, it is Poland's interest [ have
sword to protect! And yet
And yet, Kolinski?"
This night 1 have grown to think
differently of you. [ fsave come to re-
spect you as man."
"A king is but more-or less than
mann"
''The king of Poland held less up to
this night
And have you changed?"
IF I should free you L should be
! taken-eXecuted.'
Count said the king at this, for
! Stanislaus had a shrewd wit in times
of need. IF [ were more than man, a
king, my oath should be good, and
swear to you you shall meet no harm.
Should my guards come on us now L
would direct them to the road contra
ny to that you may take
eff [ could believe you?"
"And why should you not?"
you have suffered so much from
me-"
You can believe me, if you reflect
and why" asked KolinSki, again
wondering.
Because I want yodr brain, your
| daring. Should I persuade you I
should have you as my servant"
True" Kolinski reflected. Some
/ creatures stirred in the forest. A little
wind waved the trees and swept their
| faces. The phases of the matter pre-
! scented themselves. Which was the bet
ter the safer? To serve the king? Ger
tain he would he a fool not to, should
the king succeed or fail. The scene in
the street of Capuchins occurred to him
! again-the king with the dead servant
in his arms, lit by the fitful glare of
the lantern of the COACH The wan
dering in the forest had changed his
idea of Stanislaus.
You are the king, sire. Forgive me,
if you may
All, could he, after that nights adj
/ Venture For the moment he hest
tated again. Suddenly Stanislaus ex-
tended his hand to him.
Thank you, Count Kolinski."
'But have not said
81 know your thoughts. 1t is your
interest to serve me, they tell you
count"
Il have thought that, sire.
men arrive at decisions, he cried:
81 will serve you. They-my com
rades-have run, leaving it all for me
to do. My interest is with you, sire. y
IF had not thought you would ar
rive at this conclusion 1 should have
cried out to the monk" Stanislaus an
swered. For do you not see how
truly your interest is with me. 1t is
doubtful should [ resist if you could
get me to your friends On the other
hand, we are both lost in the forest
We need each other"
az have considered that, sire
At this they were cropping their way
again, the king saying that they must
be near the mill of Mariement. They
had come on "a patch which he was
certain was one he remembered wher
hunting in that part of the wood.
By this time the clouds, lifting some
what, they were able to see that the
conjecture might prove true. anc
presently they heard the brook tum-
bling over its stony bed below the race
way of the mill.
At the door of the low, darkened
building Kolinski knocked once, twice
thrice and again. When there was nj
response, he grew impatient.
where do you suppose the miller O.
AIariement may be?' he asked.
Inside, thinking we may be rob
bers," said the king.
At this Kolinski picked up a stone
and sent it crashing through the win
dow, while he shouted.
''Open to the king"
Then there came a light, and an ok
mans querulous, fretful tone:
'What want you?"
'sThe king is here at your door, ras
cal, open!'
The miller was not persuaded ever
then. But at last between his fea
and curiosity he opened the door. Anc
even then he had difficulty in recog
nizing Stanislaus in the miserable fig
ure the king made after his sorry ex
perience.
pardon, sire" he cried, falling Of
his knees. Pardon"
up, nan, do not wonder. TIL
Count Kolinski and I were set on b.
assassins in the forest
.,Assassins!' cried the miller of Mar
cement.
YES, assassins," Stanislaus answer
ed, while he pushed into the bare lit
tie room where the milers wife ant
son stood staring their establishment.
Kolinski now began to tremble fo
himself. Would StanislauE keep hi
word with him now? The kings man
ner had changed. He was writing t
, General Coccei of the Guards of War
saw.