The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1906-10-20
CHAPTER VII.
Prince Wasp.

Prince Wasp.
$50" he said, as he faced the
secretary, now somewhat compositely
styled, Johann, Count Won Leon, so
byoung springald, you think to court a
foolish princess. You play upon her
with your pretty words and graceful
relaxation. Only-you have in addi-
tion to reckon with me, Ivan, heredi-
tary Prince of Muscovy."
And with a sweep of his hand
across his body he drew his sword
from its sheath.
The sword OF the you secretary
came into hand with equal swiftness
Follow me, Count Won Loen," said
the prince.
And with his 1.-THE and springy walk
the Prince Of Muscovy passed again
into the alleys Of the rose garden till
he reached the first open space, where
he turned upon the secretary.
I'VE are arrived" he said, "our busl-
ness is so pressing. and will be so
quickly finished that there Is no need
for the Formally Of seconds. Though
honor you by crossing my sword
with yours, It is a mere formality.
have such skill Of the weapon, as
dare say report has told you, that you
may consider yourself dead already
Guard!"
But Johann Pyrmont had been
trained in a school which permitted
no such windy preludes, and with the
4 fencer's smile on his face he kept
his silence. His sword would an
swer all such boastiRgs. and that In
good time.
And so II fell out.
From the very first crossing Of the
swords Prince Wasp found himself
opposed by a quicker ,ye, a flrmer
wrist, a method and science infinitely
superior to his own. His most dash
ing attack was repealed with apparent
ease, yet with a subtlety which inter
posed nothing but the most delicate
OF guards and parties between Prince
Ivan and victory. This gradually in
furiated the prince. till suddenly los
ing his temper he stamped his foot In
anger and rushed upon his foe with
the true Muscovite fire.
But 10! the blade was turned aside
the long-delayed answering thrust
gllttered out, and the secretary's
sword stood couple Of hand-breadths
in the boosters shoulder.
The prince staggered, cried Out
some unintelligible words in the Mus
covite language. and pitched forward
slowly on his face among the tram
pied leaves and blown rose-petals o.
the palace garden.
The secretary grew paler than hi'
x wont, and ran to lift his fallen enemy
NBut, all unseen, other eyes had watch
ed the combat, and from the door b,
which they had entered. and from
behind the trees of the surroundin,
glade, there came the noise Of pound
ing footsteps and fierce cries o
"Seize him! Kill him! Tear him t
pieces! He has slain the good prince
the friend OF the people! The Prince
Ivan is dead!"
The secretary eyed this unkemp
horde with naughty scorn, and hi
fearless attitude, as he striped hi
stained sword through his handker
chief and threw the linen away, ha,
something to do with the fact that tn
rabble halted at the distance Of hal
a dozen yards and for many minute
contented themselves with hurlin
oaths and imprecations at him.
At last they did come on, not a.
together, but in irregular. undisciI
lined rushes. Johann's sword streake
out this way and that. There was a
answering cry Of pain. a turmo
among the assailants as wounde
man whirled his way backward out 9
the press. But this could not las
for long. The odds were too great.
Then suddenly came voice: "Bacl
on your lives, dogs and traitors! Ge