Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1906-12-21

painfully weStwardS along the beach
! arrived at the place of his rescue. and
descending the steep bank Of shingle
to look for any traces of the disaster
came suddenly upon the Duchess
Joan gazing thoughtfully out to sea-
She turned quickly, hearing the
sound OF footsteps, and at sight Of the
Prince-Bishop glanced east and west
along the shore as if meditating re-
treat.
But the proximity of Max Ulrich and
the encompassng banks of water-worn
pebbles convinced her of the awk-
wardness, if not impossbility, of es-
cape.
Conrad the prisoner greeted Joan
with the sweet gravity which had been
characteristic of him as Conrad the
prince. and his eyes shone upon her
with the same affectionate kindness
that had dwelt in them as he looked
upon his sister in the pavilion of the
garden. But after one glance
Joan looked steadily away across the
steel-grey sea. Her feet turned in
stinctively to walk back towards the
house and the Prince turned with her.
'If we are two fellow-prisoners,"
said Conrad, 1--WE ought to see more of
each other. Is it not so?"
THAT we may concert plans of es-
cape?" said Joan. You desire to con-
! tinue your pilgrimage. | to return to
my people. who. alas. think them
selves better off without mel"
oil no. 20 hoi
eyes on the ground, the Wordless Man
keeping a uniform distance behind
them. Then the Prince laughed
strange, grating laugh, like one who
mocks at himself.
'The world is i'll arranged" he said
slowly; "my brother Louis would have
made far better Churchman than |.
And strange it is to think that but a
year ago the knights and chief coun-
cillors of CORTLAND came to me to |
propose that. because of his bodily |
weakness, my brother should be de- !
posed and that I should take over the !
government and direction of affairs"
He went on without noticing the
color rising in Joan's cheek. smiling
little to himself and talking with
more animation.
Then. had I assented. my brother
might have been walking here with
tonsured head by your side. while
would doubles have been knocking at
the gates of Kernsberg. seeking at the
spears point for runaway bride"
"Nayi" cried Joan. with sudden
vehemence; that would you not"
And as suddenly she stopped, strick-
en- dumb by the sound of her own
words.
The Prince turned his head full
upon her. He saw face all suffused
with hot bushes. haughtiest pride
struggling with angry tears in eyes
that fairly blazed upon him, and
slender figure drawn up into an atti
tude of defiance, at sight of which
took him instantly by the
throat
You mean-you mean he STAN l
nered. and for moment was silent.
For Gods sake. tell me what you t
meant" IL
Il mean nothing at all" said Joan, $
stamping her foot in, anger.
And turning upon her heel she left |
Tim standing fixed in wonder and
loubt upon the margin of the sea. v
Then the wife of Louis. Prince of
CORTLAND walked eastward to the S
ouse upon the Isle Rugen with her s
ace set as sternIy as for battle. but v
er neither lip quivering while Con =
ad Cardinal and Prince of holy
'hurch paced slowly to the west with t,
bitter and downcast look upon his T
rdinarilv so sunny countenance. Il
For Fate had been exceeding cruel Il
D these two. s.
And meanwhile right haughtily flew !.
he red lion upon the citadel of Kerns- P
erg Never had the Lady Duchess, fl
oan of the Sword Hand. approven Il
erself so brave and determined. In m
er foresters' dress of green velvet. 81
18th the links of chain body-armor al
limiting beneath its frogs and taches. W
ne went everywhere on foot. At all Ii
mes of the day she was to be seen IL
/ the half-moons wherein the cannon
ere fixed, or on horseback securing W
lie defenced posts along the city wall. III
he seemed to know neither fear nor bl
tigue. and the noise of cheering fol- bl
wed her about the little hill city like CT
ar shadow al
Three there were who knew the
uth-Peter Balta. Alt Picker. and or
Gorge the Hussite. And when the ts
Yards we're set. the lamps lit. and lis
e bars drawn, stupid Hohensteiner ne
t on watch at the turnpike foot with
'mmand to let none pass upon his
'e-then at last the 1.-THE young Spar
Iwk would undo his belt with huge