San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-09-17

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| through the trees.
"The convent of Bilany" said the
| king.
With a cry of dismay Kolinski recog-
nized the building, which declared that
for all their walking they had proceeded
in circle, the building not being a
league from Warsaw.
"Shall we ask aid of the nuns?' the
king asked.
For answer the other clutched his
arm.
"Not on your life, foolp' he cried.
As he spoke the great gate was sud-
denly thrown back, casting a bar of
light over a road that was revealed and
the dripping oaks beyond Out of the
gate came slowly an old monk STUN
bling along. Kolinski clutched the
kings arm the tighter, knowing that
he was lost should the monk discover
them But he did not. The door closed;
the monk passed down the road. The
place was still, when suddenly the notes
of the organ in the convent chapel broke
in on the silence. The king crossed him
self, muttering prayer.
"For my heyduc. Felix, whom you
killed, man. l."
Come, said Kolinski roughly 1--WE
cannot wait here.
The king followed, and again Kolin-
ski wondered why the king had not tried
to communicate with the monk.
why did you not speak? Why do
you come with me?" he asked curiously
after moment why, man, do you
not struggle with me?"
Because. Kolinski, 1 would win
you"
The count paused at that. Again they
were i'll the forest. Again he was not
certain of their path, but it was not of
this uncertainty he was thinking now,
but of the king
why did you not cry out to the
monk?'
"You would have been caught. y
"Of course. but so much the better |
for you -
mo" answered the king. $50 much |
the worse, Kolinski.
"Ard why! have asked. "
intere : 70 serve me, they tell you,
count.
i Lave t"0Gsht that, sire. :"
AID then it'll TIE quickness daring |
men M:iSe ~ decisions he cried:
81 T.li! sirve you. They--my COM
RACES have run, leaving it all for me
to -. - lA;;Iest is with you, sire"
If A:.;I uCt thought You would ar
rive 81 ,nis coIclusion, should have
CRIED OFT 10 the monk. y Stauislaus an
sweIcd Fer 90 you not see how truly
your !-rcCest Is with me? 1t is doubtful, |
should 4 resist, if you could get me to
your friends. On the other hand, we
both are lost in the forest. We need each
other -
II have considered that, sire. "
At this they were cropping their way
again, the king saying that they must
be near the mill of Mairement They |
had come on path which he was GER
tain was one he remembered when
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, and pres
emily they heard the brook tumbling
over its stony bed below the aceway of
the mill
At the door of the low, darkened
building Kolinski knocked, once, twice,
thrice and again When there was no
response, he grew inpatient
"Where do you suppose the miller of
Mariement may be?" he asked
"Inside, thinking we may be rob-
bers, said the king.
At this Kolinski picked up stone
and sent it crashing through the will
dow, while he shouted:
open to the kingr
Then there came a light and an old
mans querulous, fretful tone,
"What want your"
1.-THE king is here at your door, ras-
call Openr
The miller was not persuaded even
then, but at last between his fear and
curiosity be opened his door. And even
then he hid difficulty in recogniz.
ing Stanislaus in the miserable figure
the king made after bis sorry expert
ence.
Pardon, sirer' he cried. falling on
his knees. "Pardoni"
up mani | do not wonder. The
Count Kolinski and l were set on by as
sassins in the forest. .
Assassinsr' cried. the miller of
Mariement.
Eyes, assassins, Stanislaus answer
ed, while he pushed into the bare little
room where the miller's wife and son
stood staring their establishment.