Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1907-02-01
(Copyrlght, 1ssS. 1900. by s r. Crockett.)

" 70 me, Margaret l will Stay the
man who lays a hand on youi"
Obedient to that word, Margaret of
CORTLAND broke from between her
brother and Prince Ivan and ran to
the tall woman, laying her brow on
her breast. The Prince of Muscovy
continued calm and immovable.
"And why?" he asked in tone full
of contempt. why cannot the Prin-
cess Margaret be married?"
Because" said the woman In the
long cloak, lingering a string at her
neck, "she is married already. | am
her husband"
The long blue cloak fell to the
ground, and the Sparhawk, clad III
close-ftting squire's dress, stood be-
fore their astonished eyes.
A long, low murmur. gathering and
sinking, surged about the square.
Prince Louis gasped. Margaret chung
to her lovers arm, and for the space
of score of seconds the whole world
stopped breathing.
Prince Ivan visited his mustache
as if he would JUL it out by the roots.
49," he said, "the Princess is mar
ried, is she? And you are her hus-
band? Whom God hath joined'-and
the rest of it. Well, we shall see, we
shall see!"
He spoke gently, meditatively, al
most caressingly.
EYES," cried the Sparhawk, defiant
ly, 1--WE were married yesterday by
Father Clement, the Princes chaplain,
in the presence of the most noble Leo
pold Won Dessauer, High Councillor of
Plassenburgi"
"And my wife-the Princess Joan.
where is she?" gasped Prince Louis,
so greatly bewildered that he had not
yet begun to be angry.
Ivan of Muscovy put out his hand.
Gently, friend" he said; 81 will
unmask this play-acting springald.
This is not your wife, not the woman
you welded and fought for, not the
Lady Joan of Hohenstein, but some
baseborn brother, who, having her
face, hath played her part, to mock
anu CutdI anu utCGlNC QS OOSh.
He turned again to Maurice Won
Lynar.
81 think we have met before, Sir
Masquer," he said, with his usual
suave courtesy; 81 have, therefore, a
double debt to pay. Hither!" He
beckoned to the guards who lined the
approaches. 81 presume, sir, so true
courtier will not brawl before ladies.
You recognize that you are in our
power. Your sword, siri"
The Sparhawk looked all about the
crowded square. Then he snapped
his sword over his knee and threw
the pieces down on the stone steps.
'You are right, will not fight vain
ly here" he said. Il know it is use
less. But"-he raised his voice-"be
it known to all men that my name is
Maurice, Count Won Loen, and that the
Princess Margaret is my lawfully
welded wife. She cannot then marry
Ivan of Muscovy!"
The Prince laughed easily and
spread his hand with gentle depreca-
ton, as the guards seized the Spar
hawk and forced him a little space
from the clinging hands of the Prin-
cess.
'T am an easy man." he said gently,
as he clicked his dagger to and fro in
its sheath. when l like a woman, !
would as lief marry her widow as
maid
prince Louis" continued Ivan,
turning to the Prince, 1--WE are keeping
these holy men needlessly, as well as
disappointing the good folk of Court
land of their spectacle. There is no
need that we should stand here any
longer. We have matters to discuss
with this gentleman and his wife.
Have / your leave to bring them to-
gether in the palace? We may have
something to say to them more at
leisure"
But the Prince of CORTLAND made
no answer. He moved his hand an
grfly and began to descend the stairs
towards the waiting horses.
Prince Ivan turned toward Maurice.
"You will follow under escort of
these gentlemen of my staff" he said
with smiling equality of courtesy;
there is no need to discuss intimate
family affairs before half the rabble of
CORTLAND.
He bowed to Maurice as if he had
been inviting him to feast. Maurice
looked about the crowded square, over
the pennons of the Cossacks. He
knew there was no hope either in
fight or in resistance. All the APP
proaches to the square had been filed
up with armed men.
ct will follow" he answered briefly.
Hitherto we have had to do with
the summer palace by the river, a