Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1906-12-14


bareheaded and stripped to his
breeches and underwear
) Boris stopped and laid his hand
upon bis heart. Yes, so much was
certain. He was not dead.
Boris took handful of small peb-
bles and threw them up at a lighted
window. The head Of Werner Won
Orseln Immediately appeared, his
grizzled hair blown out like a misty
aureole about his temples.
Come down" shouted Boris, max
ing trumpet of his hand TO fight the
wind withal I'VE have found a drown
ed man on the beach,"
They carried the body into the great
nall where the duchess and the old
servitor met them. There they laid
him on a table. Joan herelf lifted the
lantern and held it to his face. Al
the sight the heart of the duchess
leaped wildly within her.
Conrad" she cried-that word and
no more. And the lantern fell to
the floor from her nerveless hand
1t was the White Knight Of the
CORTLAND lists, the noble Prince OF
the summer parlor. the red-robed pre-
late of her marriage day. Conrad of
CORTLAND, Prince and Cardinal, but
TO her, "he"-the only he"
When Conrad. CardinaLdesignat
Of the Holy Roman church and Arch
bishop Of CORTLAND. opened his eyes
1t seemed TO him that he had passed
through warning waters into the
serenity of the life beyond.
A girl, sweet and stately, sat by his
bedside. BY the door 10 which alone
he could raise his eyes, stood tall
gaunt man, clad in gray from head
to foot, his hands clasped in front of
him, and his chin sunk upon his
breast.
The Prince-Bishop's eyes rested Ian
guidly on the girls face, on which fell |
the light of shaded silver lamp. |
There was book in her lap, written |
upon sheets of thin parchment. bound |
in silver embossed leather. But she |
did not read it. Instead she breathed |
softly and regularly She was asleep.
with her hand on the coverlet of rosy
silk.
Slowly the drifting mists steadied |
themselves athwart his brain. The
actual recomposed itself out of the
shreds of dreams. Conrad found him.
self in long, low room such as he had
seen many times in the houses of
well-to-do ritters along the Baltic
shores. The beams of the roof-tree
above were carven and ancient. Arras
went everywhere about the walls. Sill
yer candlesticks. with princely crests
craven upon them. stood by his bed
head. After each survey his eyes set
tied on the sleeping girl. She was
very young and very beautiful. II
was-yet it could not be-the Duchess
Joan. whom he himself had married
to his brother Louis in the cathedral
church of his own archiepiscopal city.
Conrad of CORTLAND had not been
rained priest. yet. as was common
1t that age, birth and circumstance
lad made him prince of the Roman
church. He had been thrust into the
hierarchy solely because of his name.
or he had succeeded his uncle Adrian $
n his posts and emoluments as a i
egal heir succeeds to an undisputed | {
property. In due time he received his I
ed hat. 4
Nevertheless. Conrad of CORTLAND
ad all the warm life and imperious :.
impulses of young man within his n
reast. Yet he was no Borgia or Della i
al l
carlet vestments For with the high II
ignities of his position and the sol L
mn work which lay to his hand in O
is northern province there had come
lie resolve TO be not less. but more v
lithful than those martyrs and con- A
,ssors of whom he read daily in his ft
reviary. So this finest and most chiy-
rous of young northern knights had y,
i'd down the weapons of his warfare H
take up the crucifx. and now had III
t out joyfully for Rome to receive
S cardinals hat on his knees as the III
st and greatest gift of the vicar of IL
nrist. m
But scarcely was he clear of the "a
)urtland shores when there had ST
me the storm. the shipwreck. the tn
Id struggle among the white and ";
aiming breakers-and then. won ell
ously emergent. like heaven after all
rgatory. the quiet of this sheltered Fc
ON and this sleeping girl. with her III
lite hand lying lax and delicate on wi
e rosy silk. m;
The book slipped suddenly from her Co
<o11 linz he. oh
the floor with startling sound. SIS
en-. from the pillow on which his TIL
ad lay. Joan of Hohenstein saw the tn,
rs of the Prince Conrad gazing at yol
r. dark and solemn from within the