Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-06-08


/ Iona, having done her work, rushed
after her mistress. She knew the Mac
adonian town thoroughly and led ma
dame by devious and intricate turningS
to battle pursuit. Besides, the twilight
| had begun to deepen, and rain was
falling and threatening to fall heavily
at last they reached the lower town
and. again pursuing windlngs seeming
ly interminable, they at last passed uE
a narrow passage to where, underneath
an ancient Roman wall, a bright light
issued forth from large interior.
'The khan-the yellow Khan" whis
pered Iona beneath her breath. Nine
Valoffsky sighed a sigh Of relief, and
her gait assumed its wonted undulatine
grace as she stepped forward toward
the open front Of the khan or rude inn.
A number of men in, the garb of the
Macedonian mountaineer were sitting
within, carousing out Of drinking
horns, testing and laughing loudly. a
dead silence fell on them all as Sophro-
mia Va1offsky stepped forward and
stood calmly facing them, a dream OF
beauty - so she seemed to those stall
wart fellows = while Iona quietly, as
became the waiting woman, took hel
place little to the left OF madame.
where Is SklavatzT said madame
with clear, bell-ltke, penetrating voice.
"Sklavatz, your excellency! He Is
Within" said one of the men. 'Skla.
vatz! Sk1avatzw
Instantly tall, handsome, splendidly
made Macedonian stepped from the In
terror Of the khan and raised his hat
high in not ungraceful salute.
cat your service, gracious lady said
he. "Pray, what are your commands r
Sophronia then drew from the folds
of her dress, a small leather letter hold
er, from which she took. document,
which she handed to Sklavatz. He Pc
rused it, his interest rising as he read,
Then he folded it and handed it back,
with. an air Of great devotion and in
creased Difference.
"Can speak with you alone?' she
asked.
"Come with me, madame" And he
led her into an interior apartment.
Quickly she told him Of the peril which
threatened her from Amantor Pasha.
eff your excellency lets him know by
how great parsonage you are hon-
ored-"
"But he must not know. 1t Is impet-
alive he should not" And then in q
low tone she unfolded to him her plans.
She must be saved after having Sc
cured her quarry.
q 'tIt shall be done; your excellency,' -
said Sklavatz at last ''if it costs me
my life and that of all my kinsmen."
When madame and Iona returned to
their residence, the Turks had gone,
and Sophronia at once sat down and
wrote most caressing note to Aman-
tor Pasha, and this she sent to the
palace at once, smiling slyly as she
thought how the great eyes Of Aman-
tor Pasha would glow as he read the
perfumed page, how lovingly he would
finger his long mustachios.
Two days later Sophronia sat in a
closed carriage with dispatch boxes
near her containing documents by.
which both the Ottoman and German
governments laid the utmost store.
They were going to Amantor Pasha's
shooting box, which lay near lakelet
in lovely mountain glen. A few
Bashi-B azouks were the sole escort.
Some cantered in front; a denser body
brought up the rear. Amantor on a
handsome charger caracoled gayly in
sight Of the open window of the car
rage. They were in the center Of the
defle Of Jalouf when suddenly a rife
shot rang out amid the stiffness Of the
mountain solitude, and a horseless
steed came gathering past the carriage.
Amantor Pasha galloped forward to
see what had happened. Before he
had ridden so yards the mountains
were echoing with the sharp, swift
volleys poured in on all sides. The
Bashi-Bazouks in front were shot
down to man. Those in the rear,
having lost heavily, turned to fly, but
their retreat was cut of at the mouth
Of the Jalouf def1le, and not one es-
capped.
-, .
Again Sklavatz stood bareheaded in
front Of Sophronia valofsky, who
smiled on him. her sunniest smile as
she sat back in the carriage.
"And the pasha 2" she asked.
''He is dead, madame"
'Tt is well" said she; che became in
solent."
- .
Later in the day Sophronia turned to
her trusted servant after few mo-
ments,. reflection. "This Is a great
coup. Iona" said she. "But this Mace
donian-di you see his look? He loves
me-. Penny Pictorial Magazine.
Why Flowers Bloom and Birds Sing.
The old comfortable belief Of our