The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1907-04-30

spear-thrust through one single Mus
coyite belly-band!"
Here Jorian had fit of coughing
which caused the Princess to look
severely upon him. Boris, recalled to
himself, proceeded more carefully.
1T was all we could do to open up
way to where the young man Maurice
lay stretched on the Cross of Death |
They had loosed the wild horses be-
fore we arrived, and these had gallop-
ed off after their companions. A pity!
Oh, a great pity!
Then came the young mans moth
er near, she who was our hostess at
Isle Rugen-"
Why did you not abide at Kerns-
berg, as you were instructed" put
in Hugo at this point
Never mind-go on--tell the tale!"
said Helene, who was listening breath
lessly.
The young mans mother came
near and threw a cloak across his
naked body. Then Jorian and l UNI
bound him and chafed his limbs, first
removing the gag from his mouth
but so tightly had the cords been
bound about him that for long he
could not stand upright. Then, from
the royal pavilion, where she had
been brought for cruel sport to see
the death, the Princess Margaret
came running"
ooh, wiekedness!" cried Helene,
"to make her look on her lovers
DEATH"
"she came furiously, though a
dainty princess, thrusting strong men
aside. Way there!' she cried, ON
your lives make way! l will go to
him. l am the Princess Margaret.
Give me a dagger and will prick me
a way
"And, by Saint Stephen the holy
martyr! if she did not snatch bodkin
from the belt of a tailor of the High
Street and with it open her way as
featly as though she were handling a
Cossack lance"
And what happened when she got
to him-when she found her hus-
band?" cried Helene, her eyes spark
ling. And she put out a hand to touch
her own, just to be sure that he was
there.
WELL" said Boris, quickly sobered,
sit was in truth a mighty quaint
thing to see. The Princess Margaret
took the young man in her arms and
caught him to her. The Lady The
resa kept his wrist. They looked at
each other a moment without speech,
eye countering eye like knights at "a"
Go on!" the Princess Numbered,
If indeed a silvern voice can be said
to thunder.
"'Give him up to me! He is mine!'
cried the Princess.
"'He is minei' answered very
haughtily the lady of the Isle Rugen.
Who are you? And you? cried both
at once, flinging their heads back, but
never moment letting go with their
hands. The youth, being dazed, said
nothing, nor so much as moved.
Il am his mother said the Lady
Theresa, speaking first.
"T am his wife!' said the Princess.
"Then the woman who had borne
the young man gave him into his
wife's arms without a word, and the
Princess gathered him to her bosom
and crooned over him, that being her
right. But his mother stepped back
among the crowd and drew the hood
of her cloak over her head that no
man might look upon her face"
"Bravo!" cried Helene, clapping her
hands, at was her right"
Little one," said her husband.
pointing to the boy on the terrace
beneath, who was lashing a toy horse
of wood with all his might, 81 wonder
il you will think so when another
woman takes him from youl"
The Princess Helene caught her
breath sharply.
THAT would be very differenti" she
said, yes, very different!"
"Ah!" said Hugo, the Prince, her
husband.
Thus the climax came about in the
twlnkling of an eye, but the universal
turmoil and wild jubilation in which
Prince Louis's power and government
were swept away had really been pre-
pairing for years, though the end fell
sharp as the thunderclap.
For all that, the trouble was only
deferred, not removed The cruel
death of Maurice Won I.ynar had been
rendered impossible by the opportune
arrival Of Prince Conrad and the sud
dan ra.yOIutfon which fba eiobt of HE