Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1907-03-08

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ulace within bounds. But they broke
through and leaped upon us, throwing
their arms about our horses necks,
crying, Our saviorsi Our deliver
ersn God wot, we might as well
have tried to charge through the bill
Eorther right from the Gulf Of Both
MAI But it almost broke my heart
TO see them ride off with never a
spear-thrust through one single Mus
coyite belly-bandi"
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, 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 talei"
said Helene, who was listening breath
lessly.
THE young mans mother came
rear and threw cloak across his
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"
"Oh. wickednessi" cried Helene.
ito make her look on her lovers
DEATH"
"she came furiousIy, though
dainty princess, thrusting strong men
aside. Way therel' she cried, on
your lives make wayi will go to
him. l am the Princess Margaret.
Give me a dagger and l will prick me
a way
"And, by Saint Stephen the holy
martyrl if she did not snatch bodkin
from the belt of 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 hand to touch |
her own, just to be sure that he was
here
Well said Boris, quickly sobered,
.it was in truth a mighty quaint
hing to see. The Princess Margaret |
look the young man in her arms and |
caught him to her. The Lady The
-esa kept his wrist. They looked at |
each other a moment without speech,
eye countering eye like knights at "a"
go oni" the Princess Numbered, |
f indeed a silvern voice can be said |
o thunder.
"'Give him up to mel He is mine.'
,ried the Princess.
"'He is minep answered very |
laughtily the lady of the Isle Rugen.
Who are you?' And you? cried both
It once, finging their heads back, but |
lever moment letting go with their
lands. The youth, being dazed, said
Iothing, nor SO much as moved.
az am his mother said the Lady
Theresa, speaking first.
"'I am his wife, said the Princess.
sThen the woman who had borne
he young man gave him into his
Tife's arms without word, and the
'rincess gathered him to her bosom
nd crooned over him, that being her
light But his mother stepped back
mong the crowd and drew the hood
f her cloak over her head that no
ian might look upon her face"
''Bravoi" cried Helene, clapping her
ands, "it was her right"
Little one said her husband,
ointing to the boy on the terrace
eneath, who was flashing toy horse
{ wood with all his might, II wonder
you VIII think so when another
-oman takes him from you'll"
The Princess Helene caught her
reath sharply.
THAT would be very different" she
aid, yes, very Different" iesI
"Ah," said Hugo, the Prince. her
usband. s.e s5si est
So.
Thus the climax came about in the
of an eye, but the universal
lrmoil and wild jubilation in which |
rince louis's power and government
ere swept away had really been pre-
airing for years, though the end fell
harp as the thunderclap.
For all that, the trouble was only
eferred, not removed. The cruel |
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