The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-05-20

private gate Of the palace. that opened
in q little by-street- Here Christian
waited for them with the horses, and
they came presently, the bishop wear
ing a great slOuched hat and swagger-
ing like a registering trooper, while
Osra was closely yelled.
In silence they rode a long way, go
ing at great speed. Osra's face was
set and rigid, for she felt now no shame
at herself for going, nor any fear of
what she might find. But the injury to
her pride swallowed every other feel
ing, and at last she said, in short,
sharp words, TO the bishop of Modem
stein. having suddenly thrown back the
veil from her face:
He shall not live, if it prove true"
The bishop shook his head. His pro-
fessiOn was peace; yet his blood, also,
was hot against the man who had put
a slight on Princess Osra.
She put out her hand and caught
him by the arm, whispering: Are you
my friend?"
Yes, madam" said he.
Kill him for me then! Kill him for
mer'
Il cannot kill him." said the bishop.
Il pray God it may prove untrue
You are not my friend if you will
not kill him." said Osra: and she
y
more quickly.
At last they came in sight of the lit
tie house that stood back from the
road. and there was a light in one of
the upper windows. The bishop heard
a short gasp from Osra's lips, and she
pointed with her whip TO the window.
Now his breath came quick and fast,
and he prayed to God that he might
remember his sacred character and his
no 1oH int nd
deadly sin at the bidding Of that proud,
bitter face: and he clenched his left
hand and struck his brow with it.
Thus, then, they came to the gate
Of the avenue of trees that led to the
house. Here, having dismounted and
tied their horses to the gatepOst, they
stood an instant and Osra again yelled
her face. Side by side, they came to
the door Of the house, and saw a gen.
tIeman standing in front of the door
still but watchful. and Osra knew
that he was the Princes chamberlain.
When the chamberlain saw them he
started violently and clapped a hand
TO his sword; but Osra flung her veil
on the ground and the bishop gTipped
his arm as with a wise. The chamber
lain looked at Osra and at the bishop
and half drew his sword.
This matter is too great for you,
sir" said the bishop. ct is a quarrel
Of princes. Stand asidep'
and before the chamberlain could
make up his mind what to do Osra
had passed him, and the bishop had
followed her.
Finding themselves I'm a narrow pas
sage, they made out, by the dim light
Of a lamp, q fight Of stairs that rose
from the fUrthest end Of it. In silent
speed they mounted till they had
reached the top Of the first stage, and
facing them, eight or ten steps further
up, was q door. BY the door stood
groom. This was the man who had
treacherously told Christian of his mas
ter's dOings; but when he saw sudden
~ what had come of his dislOyal chat
tering the fellow went white as a ghost
and came lettering in stealthy silence
down the stairs, his finger on his lips.
Neither of them spoke to him, nor he
to them. They gave no thought to
him; his only thought was to escape
as soon as he might; so he passed them
and going out, passed also the cham
berldin. who stood dazed at the house
door, and so disappeared, intent on
saving the life he had justly forfeited.
"Harkl There are voices" whispered
OsTa to the bishop, raising her hand
above her head, as they two stood mo-
tiOnless.
The voices came from the door that
faced them, the voice of a man and the
voice Of woman. Osra's glance at her
companion told him that she knew as
well as he whose the mans voice was
The wOman'S voice spoke low, but
the words were not audible Then
came the princess: Forever, in life
or death, apart or together, forever"
But the wOman's answer came no
Eore in words, but in deep, low, pas