Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-05-27

that q reason for st12 & III ther
is a good road befol We shal
arrive in the end.
Yes, but
What do you meH ~ yes, but /.
The road mnst zuf6 lead some
where
That is true fez fear il doe
Rat Is&d 10 aoea - z->4
You are crazyl Is there such /,
thing as bad place, in the world
Where are we ?
In the Szalouta forest
The forest ia not interminable
You can get out of it in two hours,
whether you go lengthways oil
breadthways.'
Yes, bue the coachman fears
The coachman, in his contract,
did not reserve the right to fear.
He fears an accident to your
Excellency.'
THAT is not his affair
'Or for the horses
That is no concern of his, eth
er.
The forest is invested with bri-
gands, or poor boys, as they are
called in Hungary
The coachman is goose. Is he
not poor boy, also?'
He means the poor boys who
steal horses.
| thought it proper to take part
in the conversation.
MY dear Countess, there is no
reason for jesting. You see, it was
hardly worth while to start in or
der to sleep in the depths of the
forest. You may have your horses
stolen, or your life taken. If /. at
least, only had my revolverp
To have that stolen, too:'
And thereupon the little demon
opened the carriage door, and, be-
fore could prevent her, allghted.
What magnificent night! How
delicious the forest smells How
the fire-fiies sparkle |. Just look !,
Baron
Look Why you can't see three
steps before you ?
Yes, yes, you can. Don't you
see light down there among the
trees?'
turned cold We had fallen
into den of thieves From the
top of his box the coachman an
swered, in a voice stifled with fear ::
'Excellency, it is the czarda which
keeps its guests (Proverbial ex-
preston for saying tavern from
which no one ever escapes.)
IF it keeps its guest. it is just
what we need. Let us go there
/ was in despair.
Countess, said I, in the name
OF heaven, what do you mean to
do? This is a rendezvous for rob-
bcrs, where we shall all have our
throats cut a den, the landlord of
which lives in constant communni-
cation with all the bandits of the
country, and where they assassinate
persons every night p
The wicked creature only laughed
at me. She told me that we read
of such things, but they did not
really exist she added that she
would go to another inn il we could
find one for her, but as there was
only that one. she had no choice.
And she ordered the coachman to
follow with the carriage, declaring
that she would walk on ahead and
serve as our guide.
All objections and supplications
were useless. We were obliged to
follow her toward the inn with all
our luggage, for she threatened, il
we were frightened, to go alone.
Truly, she was afraid of nothing.
As we came near the house, our
ears were suddenly struck by strains
of merry music, which reached us
through half open windows.
Heavens the inn was indeed full
of brigands !
'Well,' said the Countess gayly,
we were going to q ball, and here
we find one. We cannot escape
from fate.
While she was speaking, she
darted toward the door. For a
moment / was impelled to turn on
my heel, to leave her there in the
lurch and make good my own es.
cape. But that would not have
been proper. Besides, l could
never have rid myself of her maid,