Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-20

l. land let him care for the others. Who's
the least hurt? Curse Won Steinbrucke
anyhow! The thing was no fault of mine
l meant to try him and then merely dis
able him bit All, well, who's the least
| injured Of them, 1 wonder?'
Mine, L fancy" said Won Altdorf; Il
| barely scratched the fool in his sword
arm. Fright and fatigue did the rest
Fetch some water"
l brought a jug of water from the furth-
err room-the rogue whom Denis had prick
| ed there was sitting up, by the way
| though very shaky and white about the
| chops-and we dashed ii literally in the
| fellows face till he gasped and shivered
| and opened his eyes, little the worse for
| his hurt, but much the worse for his fright.
Then, seeing that he was we'll able to
| care for his wounded friends, we slipped
| quickly out of the place, down the stairs
! and through the little outer door which
Denis had left ajar, and never paused till
| we were far up the Boulevard Edgar
Quinet under the cheerless walls of the
| cemetery.
| Denis meanwhile had made all possible
| speed down through the court and out to
| the carriage into which he half lifted the
princess and told the cocher to drive to
| the Place du Lion de Belfort. for he would
| not risk driving straight home. in view
| of the possibility of further trouble. Then
| he sprang in himself and closed the door.
The galerie rocked and leaped and jolted
| over the uneven stone pavement, and the
princess, who had fallen back half fainting
| into a corner, was thrown roughly about
| on her seat. Denis slid an arm about her
| waist and drew her close to him.
TRY madame" he said in her ear. try
| to. forget who L Try to think
| that Pm--Jessica or-or any one else
but myself for 1 must make you
| comfortabl 1 must save your strength
! till are safe at home"
| He drew her close into his arms till her
| head dropped weakly back upon his shout
der. Her brow touched his cheek, her hair
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| upon him. that. bracing his body against
| the plunges of the carriage, he brought her
| to the end. If she had lain upon pillow.
| At the Place du Lion they left the vol
| ture and waited, while it drove OFF rum
bling down the Boulevard Raspail, before
| they turned into the Rue Denfert Roch-
| ereau.
| They had but little way to go, but this
| little way Denis was forced almost to carry
| the princess, who hung upon the verge OF
| faintness. And he confessed to me long
| afterward that he was as nearly tagged
| out a man may be when they stood at
| last before the door of the old convent, snd
| the door opened upon eager waiting faces.
| warmth and safety, Mackenzie towering
| anxiously over the heads of the servants.
| the prince half mad with fear and the long
| waiting.
| But Denis. holding the princess uron her
! feet by main strength, raised white face
| toward them, calling "Jessica. Jessicaw
| and Miss Mannering pushed through the
| group with cry of joy and held out her
| arms to him.
Then the princess reused herself for an
| instant aud turned from Denis to her
| cousin She took a little, faltering, uncer-
| tain step, as il with the very last Of her
strength
| Jess Jessp' she cried weakly. "Oh,
| Jess Jess! I'm so tired! So" and she fell
/ forward with sob into the outstretched
| arms. and laid her head In the hollow of
| Miss Mannering's neck and tainted quite
| away
Go be continued tomorrow.)