The Minneapolis journal., 1906-07-11
J Wednesday, July II, 1906.

me me was was the e, excuse. What had 4 to
But the count persisted.
= Your influence wold have saved
my lord. And I will tell you more.
It was at your instigation that the:
Rumanian government arrested my
father in the first place. You wished
for revenge-I think it was more than
that. You were afraid that the
woman you married would find you out
i Georges Odin regained his liberty.
did not love him. And so--you left
Rumania and took her with you
luckily for you both--to die before she
had read her own heart truly. That
what L have come this long way to tell
you. To Robert Forester said.
they would make lord Of such man!
L did not know it; but that to me is the
same You shall answer my question
or pay the price. ,1af- Ny lord, I have
brains of my own and I can use them.
You shall pay me what you owe-you
will be wise to do so. -
The earl did not vince at the threat,
nor did his habitual self-control de-
sert him. His insight would have
been shallow indeed if he had not per-
ceived that he was face to face with a
dangerous enemy, and one with whom
he mig hit not trifle:
: Put your question to me and will
answer it, he said doggedly. Gre
member that we are not in Rumania,
Count. A word from me and my men
would set you where questions would
help you little Speak freely while 1
have, the patience to hear, you.'' :
q AS freely as you could desire, my
threat at such a time. Do. you think
that I, Georges Odin g son, do you
think that come to England alone9
All, my lord, how little you know me!
Open one of your windows and listen
for the message my friends will de-
liver to you. I come to you with. white
gloves upon my hands. 1t is to ask
you, my lord, in what prison my poor
father is lying at this moment. Tell
me that, help me to open the gates for
him, and we are friends. It will be
time to utter threats when you refuse:
The earl 5 face blanched,, at, the
words, but he did not Immediately re-
young man told was too astonishing
that he should easily understand it.
''Your father died in the fortress of
Krajova,' he said at length. 81 re-
member that it was in the month Of
November in the year 1874: Why do
you speak of the gates of this prisonf
It is incredible that you should bring
such story to me" .---s-s
GAS little incredible as your own
ignorance, my lord. 7 thought as you
did until the day, five years ago, which
released Zallony's brother from Kra-
iova., He brought the news to US.
jova no longer. The Russian govern
ment never forgets, my lord. It re-
members the day when Georges Odin
was it's enemy. My own people fear
that my father s liberty would awaken
old affairs that had better sleep. He
one hand in all Europe that could set
him free. My lord, the world must
know his story and you shall write it.
And if not you-then my Lady Evelyn,
your daughter. Do you think am SO
blind that do not read the truth?
The blood that ran in the. mother 3
the doors of this house to her and she
will go to the hills as her mother went.
+ The desire of life throbs in her veins.
When I speak to her [ witness the
struggle between the old and the new;
faith and joy; the convent and the
pride, your fear, have made captive
of her-but I. my lord, may yet cut her
pretty bonds AS God is in heaven,
| I will not spare her one hour of shame
| if you do not give my father back to
| me. Think of that before you answer
| me. Inc girl or the man: L our
| shame or~her freedom. Ny lord, you
| have not many hours in which to
| choose
| Such an alternative the earl carried
with him to his own room; such an al
Tentative spoke to him from every page
of the diaries his hand turned so pain
| fully. It was as tho the dead had
risen to accuse him. Yonder, in a
great clamped drawer of the bureau,
| were the letters he had received from
his dead wife in the days when he con-
tended with Georges Odln for the love
of that mad, wild girl of the Carpath.
ians, How ardently he had loved her!
What mad hours they had lived amid
the gypsy children Of Rumania! And
yet in heart anl will she was, another 8.
prisoner at Kariova. And the one
supremely cowardly thing he had done
at the dictaticn Of an uncontrolloble
passion which would sacrifice even