The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-07-16

on a white palfrey, followed by several
| maids and guarded by escort of soldiers
who wore the Kings own colOrs. A stricken
| procession il seemed il drew near, the
| faces of the women white with fear: the
gay attire and gorgeous trappings-a mock
cry on that ensanguined arena.
Proudly proceeded the lady on the white
horse, although in her eyes shone a look OF
dread. 1t age when women we're ac-
customed to scenes Of bloOdshed. Injured TO
conflicts in the lists; yet she shuddered a
her palfrey picked its way across that field.
At the near side of the hollow her glance
singled out a motiOnless figure among those
lying where they had fallen. thick-set
man, whose face was uptUrned TO the sky.
One look into those CLASSY eyes SO unre-
sponsive To her own. and she quickly dis
mounted and fell on her knees beside the
recumbent form. She took one OF the cold
hands in hers, but dropped IL with scream
Dead she cried: dead
The lady stared at that terribly repulsive
face. For some moments she seemed dazed:
sat there DULY, the onlOokers forbearing tn
disturb her. Then her gaze encountered thai
of him who had slain the free baron and
she sprang to her feet. On her features an
expression Of bewilderment had been fol-
lowed by one of recognition.
THE dukes fool,' she exclaimed wildly
He is dead, and you have killed him. Tho
fool has murdered his master"
1T is true he is dead" answered the other
leaning heavily on his sword and surveying
the inanimate form, but he was no master
of mine.
THAT, Madame la Princesse, we will also
affirm. broke in an austere voice
Behind them rode the Emperor dark
trappings, the saddle cloth and adornments
of his steed somber his own garmenfS
As he spoke he waved back the cavalcade.
and in obedience 10 the gesture. the ladies'
soldiers and attendants withdrew to a dis
Greet distance. Bitterly the princess sur
veyed the monarch; overweight. a torrent
of reproaches sprang from her Inns
why has your Ma jesty made war on INV
lord? Why have you countenanced his enc
mics and har6ored his murderers?" And
then. drawing her figure To its fun height
her tawny hair falling in a cloud about her
shoulders: BE sure. sire. nv kinsman the
II bg. will know how to avenge nv wrongs
coldly. They are already avenged"
ALREADY avenged she exclaimed with
her gaze upon the PROSTATE figure
les, mauaH, FOR ne who hath injured
He who was nv husband has been foullv
murdered she retcrted. vehementiy.
What had the IKE OF FriedwaId done To
bring upon himself your Majesty's dispIeas-
ure?"
Nothing" answered the Emperor. more
gently.
Nothing, And yet he lies there-dead...
HE who lies before you is not the duke
but Louis Of Hochfels the bastard OF PfaIz.
Urfeld."
All" she cried. excitedly. II see Won, h.,..
been listening to the false fool. his muir
derer."
An expression Of annoyance appeared on
the Emperor's face. He liked not TO be
crossed at any time by any one
You have well called him the false fool
madam. said Charles. curtly. "fer he is no
true fool.
And yet he rode with your troopsr'
ITO redeem his honor. madam"
His honor,''
With a scornful face she approached near.
er Ia the monarch
Ills honor, In Gods name. what mean
your
THAT the false foci madam. is himself
the Duke OF Friedwaldr'
ITO be Continued Tomorrow