The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1906-09-22
Copyright, 1900. s. r.

| Had this Dane and our Joan been
brother and sister, they could not
have favored each other more" they
| said.
A deep blush rose to the youths
swarthy face.
81 am not worthy" he said, and
kept his eyes upon the 1.-THE figure of
the girl In its array of well fitting
green. az cannot thank you!" he said
again.
Tut" she answered, "worthy-un-
Observation-Disclosures avail
these upon the mountains Of Kerns.
berg and in the castle of Joan Of the
Sword? A good heart. merry fight,
a quick death. These are more to
the purpose than many thanks and
compliments. Peter Balta, are you
seconding Werner? Come hither Let
us try the swords. Will not these two
serve? Guard! Well smitten! There,
enough. What. you are touched on
the sword arm? Faith, man, for the
moment | forgot that It was not you
and who were to drum. Now, then,
Maurice Won Lynar-Werner. At the
salute! Ready! Fall to-"
81 give the Sparhawk five minutes"
said Boris to Jorian, after the first
pass. It was little more than formal
and gave no token of what was to fol-
low. Yet for full twenty minutes
Werner Won Orseln, the oldest sword
err Of all the north, from the marshes
of wilma to the hills of Silesia, could
do nothing but stand on the defen.
sive, SO fierce and incessant were the
attacks Of the young Dane.
"The Kernsberger is playing with
him!" said Boris, under his breath.
Jorian nodded. He had no breath to
waste.
But he is not going to kill him.
He has not the Death in his eye!"
Boris spoke with judgment. for so II
proved. Werner lifted an eyebrow
for the fraction Of second toward
his mistress And then at the end OF
the next rally his sword just touch.
ed his young adversary on the shout.
der and the blood answered the
: thrust. staining the white undertook.
blet of the Dane.
] Then Werner threw down his sword
and held out his hand.
"A we'll fought rally" he said, '1et
us be friends. We need lads Of such
mettle to ride the forays from the
hills Of Kernsberg. am sorry
: baited you, Sparhawk!"
"A good fight clears ALL" replied the
youth, smiling In his turn.
/. Bring a bandage for his shoulder
Peter Balta!" cried Joan. Mine wal
: the cleaner stroke which went through
your great muscle, but Werner's Il
somewhat the deeper. You can keeI
each other company at the dice DO,
these next days. And. as I warrant
neither Of you has a Lubbock guildeI
to bless yourselves with, you car
cen play for love till you wear ou
the pips with throwing"
Then I am not to go back to the
dhngeon?" said the lad, one reason
! of whose wounding had been that he
also lifted his eyes for a moment t.
: those Of his second.
ITO prison-no," said Joan, "yor
! are one of us now. We have bloodet
I you. Do you take service win me?'
. II have no choice-your father lef
! me none!" the lad replied, quickly
8 altering his phrase. Castle Lynar 1,
no more. My grandfather, my mother
4 and my uncles are all dead, and Their,
. Is small service in going back to Den
I mark, where there are more thar
{ enough Of hungry gentlemen with NJ
J. wealth but their swords and no Twin,
J, but their gentility. II you will let m,
8 serve In the ranks, Duchess Joan,
8 shall be well content"
81 also" said Joan heartily. wv,
, are all free In Kernsberg, even II W,
are not all equal. We will try 70,
9 in the ranks first"