The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1906-10-19
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CHAPTER WI


secretary. now somewhat composll'N
styled. Johann. Count Won Leon $50
young spr.neald. you think TO court u
foolish princess. You play upon ne,
with your pretty words and graceiu'
compliments That is an agreeable
relaxation only you have In adli
ton to reckon with me Ivan, hei'"'
iary Prince Of Muscovy,"
And with q sweep Of his hama
across his body he drew his swo'"
from its sheath
The sword Of the young secretary
camn into hand with equal swiftneas
Follow me. Count won Loen.' salu
the prince
And with his 1.-THE and sprlngy walk
the Prince Of Nuscovy passed again
into the alleys NJ tho rose garden tl'
hu reached the first open space. where
ho turned upon the secretary
we are arrived" he said, "our BUSH
mes. is 30 pressing and will be so
quickly finished. that there Is NO need
FOR the formllIiy Of seconds. Thourh
I honor you by crossing my sword
with yours. 70 s. mere Formally ]
have such skin Of the weapon, as
dare say r,uort has told YOU, that YOU
may consider yourself dead already
Guardi"
hut Johann Pyrmont had been
trained In n school which permitted
no such windy prciudos, and with the
forcor's smile on his face he kept
his silence His sword would an
swor all such honstlngs and that In
good time.
And so N fell out.
From the very first crossing Of tho
swords Prince Wasp found himself
opposed hy n quicker 'ye, q nrmer
wrist % method and sc''ncc infinitely
superior 90 his own His most dash.
Ing attack was repealed with apparent
ease. yet with subtloty which inter-
posed nothing but the most delicate
of guards and parties between Prince
ivan and victory This gradually In.
'urIatod the prince. tlll suddenly los
ing HIS temper he stamped his foot In
anger and rushed upon his foe with
the true Muscoyito ere.
But lo' the blade was turned aside.
the long.dclaycd answering thrust
glItiorad out and the socrctsry's
sword stood a couple Of hand.breadths
In the boastcr's shoulder
The prince staggered cried out
some unintolligiblo words In the Mus.
coyite language. and pitched forward
slowly on his face among the tram
pied leaves and blown roso.pctals OF
the palace garden. IL
The secretary grew paler than hIlI
wont. and ran to lit his fallen enon, \
But, all unseen. other eyes had vatci !
ed the combat. and from the door h.
which they had entered. and from
behind the trees Of the surrounding
glade, there came the noise OF pound.
inr footsteps and fierce crU W
"sel2c himl XIII hlml Tear h.m 10
pieces! He has slain the good prince.
tho friend Of the peoplel The Prince
Ivan is dead"
The secretary eyed this unkemr' I.
horde with naughty scorn. and hIs T.
fearless attitude. as he strlped Offs T.
huNlh'u sword through his handkcf
chief and threw the linen away bad I.
something 10 DO with the fact that ihc .
rahblo halted AZ the distance Of half .
n dozen yards and for many minutes .
contentod themselves with hurting I.
oaths and Imprecatlons at him
AZ last they did come on. not an |
together but In Irregular. undheIp. /
lined PUSHES Johann's sword stroaked .
out this way and that. There was an /
answering cry OF pain, turmoil |
among the assallants as a wounded |
man whIrled his way backward out Of |
the press Hut this could not last |
for long. The odds were too great
Then suddenly came a voice. Back .
on your lives, dogs and traitors Ger .