Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1907-03-01

though that were scarce like him,
| either"
Joan and Conrad spoke they scarce
knew what, all for the pleasure of
eye answering eye. and the subtle
hattery of voices that altered by the
millionth Of tone each time they adj
dressed one another. Theresa an
swered vaguely but sufficiently and
allowed herself to dream, till to her
yearning gaze honest sturdy Werner
grew misty and his bluff figure re-
solved itself into that nobler and
more kingly which for years had
fronted her at the tables end where
now the chief captain sat.
Thus they were sitting when there
came a clamor at the outer door. the
noise OF voices, then soldiers chal-
lenge and Max Ulrich's weird answer
"a sound almost like the howl of
wolf cut of short in his throat by
the hand that strangles him.
There he. is at last." cried all in
the dining hall or grange.
They waited the long moment of sus-
pense till the door behind Werner
was thrust open and the dumb man
came in, drenched and dripping. He
was holding one by the arm, a man as
tall as himself, grey and gaunt, who
fronted the company with eyes BAN
daged and hands tied behind his back.
Max Uirich had sharp knife in his
hand with a thin and slightly curved
blade, and as ne thrust the pinioned
man before him into the full light of
the candles, he made signs that, if
his lady wished it, he was prepared
to dispatch the prisoner on the spot.
His lips moved rapidly and he seemed
to be forming words and sentences
His mistress followed these move
ments with the closest attention.
He says" she began to translate,
that he met this man on the further
side. He said that he had a message
for Isle Rugen, and refused to turn
back on any condition. So Max blind
folded, bound and gagged him, he be-
ing willing to be bound. And now he
waits our pleasure.
Let him be unloosed,Y said John
gazing eagerly at the prisoner, and
Theresa made the sign.
Stolidly Ulrich unbound the broad
bandage from the mans eyes, and a.
grey badgers brush of upright stub
BILE rose slowly above high narrow
brow, like laid corn that dries in the
sun. -
"Alt Pikkeri" said Joan of the
Sword Hand. starting to her feet.
And Alt Picker it surely was
But the late prisoner did not speak
at once, though his captors stood back
as though to permit him to explain
himself He was still bound and gag
ged. Discovering which, Max in a |
very philosophical and leisurely man
ner assisted him to relieve himself of |
a rolled kerchief which had been plac- |
ed in his mouth. G8rt4.
Even then his throat refused its |
office till Werner Won Orseln handed |
him a great cup of wine from which
be drank deeply.
speak" said Joan. What disas-
.er has brought you here? Is Kerns-
berg taken?"
'"The Eagles Nest is harrfed, my
ady, but that is not what hath
brought me hitheri"
Have they found out this my
prison? Are they coming to capture
ne?"
Neither returned Alt Pikker.
Maurice Won Lynar is in the hand of
lis cruel enemies, and on the day
lfter tomorrow at sunrise, he is to be
orn to pieces BY wild horses.
why? Wherefore? In what place?
Who would dare?" came from all
bout the table; but the mother of
he young man sat silent as if she
lad not heard.
ITO save Kernsberg from sack by
he Muscovites, Maurice Won Lynar
vent to CORTLAND in the guise of the
.ady Joan. At the fords of the ALA
We delivered him up"
HE went for my sakei" moaned
oan. HE is to die for mel
NAY" corrected Ait Picker, ''he is
0 die for wedding the Princess Mar
aret of Courtlandy"
Again they cried out upon him in
tmost astonishment-that is, all the ]
len.
Maurice Won Lynar has married
ne Princess Margaret of CORTLAND. (
u '
"And why should he not?" his moth ]
r cried out. asst.k {
81 expected it from the firstI" quoth |
pan of the Sword Hand, disdainful 9
| their masculine ignorance. {
,''Well,' put in Alt Picker, "at all t
vents, he hath married the Princess. /
r she has married him. which is the t
lme tbing," ~
aBut why? We knew nothing of Q