The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-11-15

1T was foolish Of me- ] snid, my voice
Brave Gefald.' she said. ''for, me"
have been OF any service. But 1t has all ended
II know that. but not by your fault. You
must not talk now. ! am a prisoner, Gerald.
IN my apartment. My Woman found you In
All, IL was good OF you."
,oo They came am. for You ! 6n. they n% aid ,, mot d, IRE
all was .clcar-the whole circumstance, the
duel with Massimo; nor was j sorry had
the ah,t,0q FEELING eiim; t that 0t So minated mss I Italy,
which these events seemed to have. repro
duced.. But | vas glad, [ think now. because
this. man had heen her enemy, had made Ire
~ have friends in zare," the Princess con-
sr the world smiles or frowns,", said the monk,
h! MS fs snoW NOT F GSISlS R Al TSSrsa'S f fsiisSi Ambrose
aud Sister Matilda alone know OF your presence
i liked 10 hear my name from her with no
And Father Ambrose is a surgeon and good
After God, my, daughtOr,". said the priest.
The Sisnor Se5ald's wound is only tritins-
II thank Him, father said tho Princess,
We do not dare. remain too long" -,
the f%% m''i " sSt S Siil S sry x make aiRSSG al we SS,"
he added, Kindly. The nun threw q rug over
then l heard their low tones, and. finally. the
outer door shutting. ~
of blood, adding TO the exhaustion from the
mental strain. had been under. In a few
hour, ,o ! WAS ,s slitInE up wj,S Sai ssasri ns0uf k5 tine Iii.
Those two days were the sweetest. / believe,
OF my life. when she was prisoner in the cita-
We did not know what was happening. But
II was the priest who advised escaIe. A Greek
s'en%ss and nty' tSach 1SsSe at the se Coast t poras, puts %ns
In at, lara weekly. H. was expected at 10 one
s ssst + tS Sna as tgS ,lsiita came si1sm IN With IL n sns ' tSe
guards and take this ist steamer for V V Ice. He
filtered to lend me his frock. Sister Matilda
was about the nuns height and figure. In
the dark We could pass out, Father Ambrose
II you are caught you will be in no worse
plight" he said, as we sat in that inner room.
! "Father, said the ! Princess palins, Am 1
to bring misery on all who serve ,ne2"
You, my daughter. will De in u better posi-
ernments Of Europe are consideriIsis the sitaa-
iieye you will be better under the Italian flag"
And You. fatheEr,$she said; you and Sister
"They can't hurt us, my daughter. We be-
live that the Church IN m |. safer with
But you have been admitted here at my re-
confessor. and Sister Matilda. my friend"
said the t Orie stka' FL if'S BE- a : priest arie: I %na% : @an.
] cannot see "A brave nan ole, when out of Dali
malta he has committed no crime; when the
Government changing. as IL may any day, the
Father :, said the Princess, after a time.
softly. u vii accept your offer; but it's not
The priest bent his head. raising her hand TO
1T only can be a matter of some days before
the Signor ocfald's presence here is discovered
l, who had listered, here broke in, and | am
glad now to say I did not wish them to take
these risks for me. Yet life when you see it
dearest; the open beckons:, the sky is bluest:
the birds songs most musical. and life twitched
at my heart. and she-my mistress-joine
H se not the Count Balbi and Col: Eersu.
Son SON, lost their .h livesmf9s me- n Is not Signor
spare you, Gerald And her voice held a sob.
and she was dear 20 me-and the thought OF
that night across the Adriatic in her company
Why should I explain more? The night when
the Greek steamer put ont from lara to Venice
the monk and the nun came to the Princess
Beatrice's apartment in the palace at cara.
The Princess was serious over them; and
for the greatest favor q man can grant to a man.
A few moments AFTER the guard NJ the Prin-
No one suspected i had bsen hidden in the pal
ace. The authorities only knew l had disap.
reared on the day Of the assault on the ci:a-
arms. but when Col. Ferguson and Count Raibi
had fought to the death; The officers had
fought, but not the people. For in all this
Dalmatian revolt the people had been curious
H. L in ,li 81 and in that Vas the failure;
sprouted among the Dalmatians. and the old
loyalty has dted.and ignorance played on by
like a tirer to the throat Of ali present law.
The guard at the door did not remark the
yelled, num-, nor the monk. although he had
| monk and MN Dagsad through fhe pprrid0ra
Into the court of the citadel. They passed
Prince Oscar; the heir apparcnt. with some
idly to her companion's arm. Past the outer
guards they went into the street Of lara,
to the Porta Marina. The monk and nun
followed this thOrouRhfare To. the pier. where
the Greek steamer vas putting out for Venice.
monk and nun. a common CROUCH eight.
Yes; the Armenian y an, 1nrser said. two rooms
Matilda, cara. booked for Venice" The
monk and nun went below, still unnoticed.
Al the door OF the nuns room they pressed
The risk. Gerald-your risk said the nun.
Have we not been in dancer together be-
The nun bowed her head and went below. and
the monk. as II daring recognition, went above
travel by these teamers-.Greeks Albanians,
Turks. Arabs. Italians. an occasional French.
Above, in the darkness lay the towers and
roofs, the huddlsd houses Of zara, On the
citadel wnere Dnu nDwn Tor n day the black
hound OF Romaga. was again the boar and fox
Of the German Prince who held q! Dalma.
tian throne. But it was dark. / say. TIE
monk did not see all these features OF the place.
but he knew they were there. And then the
welcome sounds came.the wheeling engine,
the s%craping OF sangplanks. and the Greek
steamer pushed out into the sen. Tara was
lost in gloom.
Then tn" nun came above.
$50 far so WELL" she Whispered.
Tho monk said: "All is we'll whore YOU are,
my Princess"
Yet although her hand was in hi, he was
sorry. He ki ew he was weak; that she was
born to a great position; that caste separated
them. You NAV call out on caste. may do,
ride it, but It is back Of our civilization and
always will he, as 1t always Inns been-be,
hind every civilization. 1t can't he escaped,
because It 4 is founded on human nature. which,
makes human institutions to fit itself smcnta
garments.
There are certain episodes in ones life one
cannot tell OF, bet ause they ARE personal
sacred. like ones religion. Such was that voy,
age across the Adriatic. We talked for hours,
feeling. we knew not when we should be able
to talk again alone by ourselves. We parted
with hand pressure. II wasa warm night,
snch NJ Nova rlar En,natiunpq will bIinu in th.