The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1903-09-09

have meant much TO Graustark. 1t Is
unfortunate that your police depart
ment is so inefficient" Dangloss with
ed beneath this thrust Yetive's eyes
went TO him for an instant sorrowfully,
| Then they dropped to the fatal docu-
ment which Gaspon had placed on the
! table before her. The lines ran to-
| gether and were the color of blood.
| Unconsciously she took the pen in her
nerveless fingers. a deep sob came
from the breast of her gray old uncle,
and Gaspon's hand shook like leaf as
| he placed the seal of Graustark on the
table. ready for use.
1.-The assassin's life could have saved
YOU" went on Bolaroz, a vengeful
glare coming to his eyes.
She looked up and her lips moved as
il she would have spoken. No words
came, no breath. ii seemed to her Cast
ing a piteous, hunted glance over the
faces before her, she bent forward and
blindly touched the pen to the paper.
The silence was that of death. Before
she could make the first stroke harsh
voice, i'm which there was combined tri-
umph and amazement. broke the still
ness like the changing of a bell.
Have you no honorf"
The pen dropped from her fingers as
the expected condemnation came. In
sheer desperation, her eyes flashing
with the intensity of defiant guilt. bit
ter rage yelling up against her perse-
cutOr. she half arose and cried:
"Who uttered those words? Speak"
81, Gabriel of Dawsbergen! Where
~ tire pr1sUner, nlauan! ians Vut Nne
voice.
"The man is mad" cried she, sinking
back with shudder.
"Mad. eh? Because | do as | did
promise? Behold the queen of per
fidy! Madam. will be heard. Lorry
is in this castle"'
"IIe is madr gasped Bolaroz, the
first of the stunned spectators to find
his tongue.
There was n commotion near the
door. Voices were heard outside
You have been duped" insisted Ga
briel, taking several steps toward the
throne. Your idol is Il traitress, a de
ceiver! ! say he is here. She has seen
him! Let her sign that decree if she
dares! | command you. Yetive of
Graustark. to produce this criminalr'
The impulse to crush the defiler was
checked by the sudden appearance of
two men inside the curtains.
"He is herew cried strong voice,
and Lorry, breathless and haggard.
pushed through the astonished crowd.
followed by Captain Quinnox, upon
whose CHASTITY face there were blood
stains.
A shout went up from those assem-
hled. a shout of joy. The faces of Dan
gloss and Abode We're pictures of as
constituent and, il must be said. relief.
Harry Anguish staggered, but recover
ed himself instantly and turned his
eyes toward Gabriel That worthy's
legs trembled ana MS Jaw uIOppeu.
81 have the prisoner, your highness,"
said Qunnox I'm hoarse, discordant
tones. He stood before the throne with
his captive, but dared not look his mis-
tress in the face. As they stood there
the story of the night just passed was
told by the condition OF the two men.
There had been a struggle for suprem-
acy in the dungeon, and the prisoner
had won. The one had tried to hold
the other to the dungeons safety after
his refusal to leave the castle. and the
other had fought his way to the halls
above. 1t was then that Quinnox
ha xrv4& % III,
drag his prisoner TO the place which,
most OF all. he had wished to avoid.
THE prisoner shouted the northern
mobiles, and in an instant the solemn
throneroom was wild with excitement.
''Do not sign that decreew cried some
one from far corner.
Here is your man, Prince Bolarozw
cried a baron.
"Quinnox has saved u.s." shouted an
other.
The princess, white as death and as
motionless, sat bolt upright in her royal
seat.
"Ohw she moaned piteously, and,
clinching her hands, she carried them
TO her eyes as II TO shut out the sight.
The Countess Halfont and Dagmar
ran to her side, the latter frantic with
alarm. She knew more than the 9TH
ers.
Are you the fugitiveT' cried Bo-
laroz.
81 am Grenfall Lorry. Are you Bo-
larozT
''The father OF the man you murder
ed. All, this is rapturer'
II have only to say to your highness
/ did not kill your son. swear it, so
help me Godr'
Your highness," cried Bolaroz, step
ping TO the throne, destroy that de-
cree. This brave soldier has saved
Graustark. In an hour your ministers
and mine will have drawn up a ten
years extension of time, In proper
form. to which my signature shall he