Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-07-11

flushing and her eyes glowing from the
flames of a burning conscience. The
groan that went up from the northern
mobiles cut her like the slash Of a knife.
There was one other condition"
said Bolaroz hastily, unable to gloat as
he had expected. '"The recapture OF
the assassin who slew my son would
have meant much to Graustark. It Ia
unfortunate that your police depart
ment is 80 inefficient" Dangloss writh'
ed beneath this thrust. Yetve'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, vengeful
glare coming to his eyes.
She looked up and her lips moved as
If she would have spoken. No words
came, no breath, it seemed to her. Cast
ing 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, in which there was combined tri-
umph and amazement, broke the still
ness like the changing Of q bell.
"Have you no honorr'
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,
II, Gabriel Of Dawsbergen! Where
is the prisoner, madam% rang out the
voice.
"The man is madr' cried she. sinking
back with q shudder.
"Mad, eh? Because do as I did
promise? Behold the queen of per-
fidy! Madam, will be heard. Lorry
is in this castle"
"He is mad~ gasped Bolaroz, the
first Of the stunned spectators to find
his tongue.
There was commotion near the
door. Voices were heard outside.
"You have been duped" insisted Ga
briel, taking several steps toward the
throne. "Your idol is a traitress, de-
ceiver! I say he is here! She has seen
him! Let her sign that decree II she
dares! l command you, Yetve Of
Graustark. to produce this criminal"
The impulse to crush the defler was
checked by the sudden appearance Of
two men inside the curtains.
"He is herer' cried a strong voice.
and Lorry, breathless and haggard,
pushed through the astonished crowd,
followed by Captain Quinnox, upon
whose ghastly face there were blood
stains.
A shout went up from those assem-
bled, shout Of Joy. The faces Of Dan
gloss and Allode were pictures Of as
tonishment and, it must be said, relief.
Harry Anguish staggered, but recover
ed himself instantly and turned bis
eyes toward Gabriel. That worthy's
legs trembled and his jaw dropped.
II have the prisoner, your highness," :"
said Quinnox in 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 struggle for suprem-
acy in the dungeon, and the prisoner
had. won. The one had tried to held
the other to the dungeons safety after
his refusal to leave the castle, and the
other had fought his way to the halls
above. It was then that Quinnox
had wit enough to change front and
drag his prisoner to the place which,
most Of all, he had wished to avoid.
"The prisonerw shouted the northern
mobiles, and In an instant the solemn
throneroom was wild with excitement.
do not sign that decree" cried some
one from far corner.
"Here is your man, Prince Bolaroz"
cried q baron.
"Quinnox has saved us!' shouted an
other.
The princess, white as death and as
motionless, sat bolt upright in her royal
seat.
"Oh! she moaned pituously, and.
clinching her hands, she carried them
to her eyes as if to shut out the sight.
The Countess Halfont and Dagmar
ran to her side, the latter frantic with
alarm. She knew more than the others.
"Are you the fugitive" cried Bo-
laroz.
II am Grenfall Lorry. Are you b.
laroz?"
"The father of the man you murder
ed. Ah, this is rapture!
II have only to say to your highness
I did not kill your son. I swear it, so
help me God!
"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 ten
years extension Of time, In proper
form, to which my signature shall be
gladly attached. have not forgotten
my promise"
Yetive Strengthened suddenly, seized
the pen and fiercely began to sign the
decree in spite Of all and before those
about her fairly realized her intention.
IOrr-y understood and was the first to