Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1903-08-07

Quinnox will visit lou occasionally.
He will conduct you from the monas-
terry and to the border line at the prop
er time.''
"Alas, he will be my murderer,
fear! Yetive, you do not believe
killed Lorenz. know that most of
them do. but swear to you am no
more the perpetrator of that cowardly
crime than you. God bears testimony
to my innocence. want to hear you
say that you do not believe killed
him"
II feared so at first-no Go not be
angry feared you had killed him for
my sake, but now l am sure that you
are innocent"
The carriage stopped too soon, and
Quinnox opened the door. 1t was still
as dark as pitch, but the downpour had
ceased except for disagreeable, misty
drizzle, cold and penetrating.
1--WE have reached the stopping
place." he said.
"And we are to walk from here to
the gate, said the princess, resuning
her hoarse, manly tones. While they
were busy donning their raincoats she
whispered in Lc,ry's ear, II beg of
you, do not let him know tlat you
have discovered who am"
He promised. and lightly snatchcd
kiss, an act of indiscrction that almost
brought fatal results. Forgetful of the
| darkness, she gave vent to little pro-
testing Shrek. fearing that tie eyes of
the captain had witnessed tue pretty
transgression. Lorry laughed as he
sprang to the read and turned to assist
her in alghting. She promptly and
thoughtfuliy averted the danger his
gallantry presented by ignoring tie
outstretched hands. discernibc as sion
der shadows protrudirg from an OBJ
| ject a shade darker than the night, and
leaped boldly to the ground.
With Lorry in the center, the trio
walked off rapidly in the darkness, the
fugitive With tho sense of fear that be-
longs only to IL blind man. a little
light far ahead told the position of the
gate. and for this they bent tlieir steps.
\ Reaching the gate. tie captain pounded
vigorously. and Il sleepy monk soon
peered from the little window through
which shone the light.
lon important business with the alb
bot, from her royal highness the Prin-
cess Yctivc.' said QuinnoH in response
to a sharp query, spoken in the Grau-
stark tongue. A little gate beside the
big one opened. and the monk. lantern
in hand. babe them enter.
await me here. captain" command
ed the slim. straight-soldier, with face
turned from the light. A moment later
the gate closed. and Lorry was behind
the walls of st. Valentines. prisoner
again. The monk preceded them across
the dark court toward the great black
mass, his lantern creating CHASTITY
shadows against the broken mist. His
followeys dropped some little distance
behind. the tall ones arm stealing
about the others waist, his head bend
| ing to level with hers.
as it to be goodby. dearest?' he ask
ed. "Goodby forever?"
II cannot say that. 1t would be like
wishing you dead Yet there is no hope
No, no! We will not say goodby-for-
ever" she said despairingly.
won't you bid me hope?"
Impossible! You will stay here I'M
Ill Quinnox comes to take you away.
Then you must not stop until you are
in your own land. We may meet
again
yes, by my soul, we shall meet
again! I'll do as you bid and all that,
but I'll come back when I can Stay
away no longer. Go to your castle and
look forward to the day that will find
me at your feet again. 1t is bound to