New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-08-29

That dirty, black faced little Dutchman,"
she cried angrily: him with the woolly head!
I'll teach him to come sassin' me in me own
Kitchen
had arrived
What can ne want when Mr. Erranti is
away?"
It's little good the like of him is afther I'll
go ball. said the indignant cook "Kissin his
hand at dacent girlsr'
Then became absorbed in our work Be
fore hour was over we were interrupted by
the hasty entrance of Claude and Larry. They
came from the pantry where the former had
evidently been at work. as he was enveloped in
his huge, bestringed apron Larry had a curry
comb in his hand. Claude's manner as good as
a weathercock in showing from what quarter
the wind blew, foretold storm His sallow
face was several shades paler than usual his
big eyes diIated. his eyebrows raised in in
dignant protest. while Larry, red faced and
angry, showed his mental disturbance by tightly
clenched fists
Where's Your manners?" cried Norah. as
they tumbled into the kitchen without cere-
mony. Don't you see Miss Dean?''
For the Lands sake, Norah be quiet" walled
Claude. land let Larry speak! It's Miss Dean
we're after. If she won't put her foot down
poor Rina's good as dead" He wrung his
long hands wildly
rs the mare i'll. Larry?" I asked.
It's this Miss Athayna-the Dutchmans
KILN her"
THE Dutchman?"-t remembering Norahs
grimace and the retreating fgure-'Mr. Won
Schlange? Speak out, Larry! What has he to
do with Czarina?"
Without being conscious of my action 1
tied my big cooking apron and tossed it to
Norah.
Then he's thrying to make her jump, the
damned Villain cried poor Larry, forgetting
my presence in his anger. He's tore her wild
his spurs till she's bloody, an he's fogged her
till she's nigh sinkin' under him; but the blessid
craythure won't give in!' Then, in tones of tri-
umphant pride: Sure, she'll die afore she'll
jump anythin' for anywan but you Miss, dear
an that's Gods TRUTH!
1 started a run for the stables, knowing
there no time to lose Larry and Claude
strove to keep up with me in vain. Back Of the
stables was a large paddock, where the horses
were sometimes turned out. In the centre was
jumping bar used by the grooms for training
purposes, and by the men who came to the
house for practice. fve-barred gate gave en-
trance to the paddock and there found Burke,
surrounded by group of stable boys and gar
deners, ansrily watching what he was powerless
to stop AS ran up the others stood aside, but
Burke, touching his cap, said eagerly:
Thank you for coming so quick, Miss Dean.
VIII you give the word for me to speak?"
avoided meeting his entreating eyes. I
stepped forward and looked over the gate.
Before the jumping bar stood Czarina, so mo-
tionless, so rigid, her beautiful limbs might
have been made of bronze. But no bronze horse
was over covered with froth and lather, nor
showed such ugly streaks of red upon it's sides
Won Schlange's face was livid, blotched here
and there with purple His teeth were set, his
brows drawn in an ugly scowl his eyes burning.
In his terrible passion, beside himself with rage,
he had reached the point of not caring what
happened to the mare so long as he broke her
will.
And What should l do? The mare or I
must suffer- her will mine be broken. Which
should it be? In that moment I lived eter-
nifty; then, the Czarina braced himself
for another effort
Deep, deep, dug the cruel spurs into her tender
sides. Down came the heavy riding crop with
fearful force. She did not move. looked at
Burke.
"I keep the mare. Act quickly.
No need for this command, Before the words
were out Of my mouth he was through the gate
Larry close behind him-and at Won Schlange's
side. Larry, catching Czarinas Bride gently
stroked her lovely, terrified face. while Burke a
low voiced man. said a few words to Won
Schlange. l could not hear what he sald but
in answer came a shower Of curses, and, upon
repeating his demand, Won Schlange lifted his
riding whip and struck violently at Burkes up
turned face. Burke caught the whip. dropped
it, then, Selling Won Schlange by the arms,
wrenched him from the saddle The mare freed
from her burden, walked quietly by Larry's side
toward the gate.
My poor Czarina! Trembling in every limb,
with dropping crest and bloodshot eyes, COW
cred with heavy welts, with blood and foam,
she still had gentle welcome for her mistress.
I went with her into her stall; she dropped her
tired head upon my shoulder, signing heavily.
She was at rest-but broke down 1 flung my
arms around her neck, and the great sobs that
could not repress tore and rent me, 1 do not
cry often, nor easily. 1 had made a great sacri-
fee. had been conquered, Athena Derohan.
and I sobbed aloud.
Larry, coming in with basin of water and
sponge to wash off the marks of Won Schlange's
violence, was frightened by my emotion.
Miss Athayna, me darlin' young lady he
cried for the love of hivin', an US all, don't
AXE on so. Sure the mares not hurt a mite for
good an all. She'll be as aisy as liver the morn
an right an tight bird for the ridin'"'
I walked to the door and stood looking OUT
trying to control myself. Through the gate
came Won Schlange, attended by Burke. The
little crowd OF men who had been spectators of
the scene had disappeared. Only Claude re-
NAMED
Won Schlange's puffy face was flushed and
angry heard HIM say to Burke they drew
near:
THE mares mine. tell you, and l mean TO
have her, I'll report your damned inpertinence
curse you! You'll repent this mornings work
promise Won I want to be driven to the station