The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1907-04-06
JOAN f Rn SWORD HAND
S.RCROCFETT. Auahor AZ eRexazxsct
CHAPTER XXX.
Theresa's Last Secret.

Theresa's Last Secret.
1t was approaching ten Of the clock
Boris and Jorian had already visited
all the posts, and we're now ready to
make their venture with Theresa Won
Lynar.
mo fools like old fools" grumbled
Jorian 81 -. ,ntiously, as he buckled on
his car nat.d breastplate, that could
shed aside colts, quarrels and even bul.
let's from powder guns as the PROV OF
a vessel sheds the waves to either side
in a good northerly wind.
otis you should know" retorted
Boris, being both old and fool"
"A man is known by the company
he keeps!" answered Jorian.
"Ah!" sighed his companion, Il
would that | had the choosing OF the
company am to keep this night"
And II" assented Jorian, looking
solemn for once as he thought of pref.
ty Martha Pappenheim.
well. we do 1t from a good motive"
said Boris; that is one comfort. And
IL we lose our lives, Prince Conrad will
order many masses (they will need to
be very many for your souls peace
and good quittance from purgatory!"
"Humph!" said Jorian, as IL he did
not see much comfort in that, II would
rather have box on the ear from Mar
tina Pappenheim than all the mathis Of
all the priests that ever sung laud!"
"Canst have that and welcome-if
her sister will do as well!" cried Anna,
as the two men went out into the long
stone passage.
"Oh! have hurt my hand against
that hard helmet 1t serves me right
for listening! Marthe!"-she looked
about for her sister before turning to
the soldiers.
See. have hurt my hand" she
added.
Then she made the tears well up in
her eyes by an art Of the tongue she
had.
kiss 1t well, Marthe!" she said,
looking up at her sister as she came
along the passage swinging a lantern
as carelessly as II there were not a
Muscovite in the world.
But Boris forestalled the newcomer
and caught the small white hand in
the soft leathern grip Of his palm
where the mail stopped.
81 will do that better than any Sis
teri" he said.
THAT, indeed, you cannot; for only
the kiss of love can make hurt bet
teri"
well. then. | love you!" said Boris.
who did his wOoing plainly.
And did not kiss her hand.
Meanwhile the others had wandered
10 the end of the passage and now
stood at the turnpike staircase, the
light Of Martha Pappenheim' lantern
making a dim haze of light about
them.
Anna looked at Boris as often as she
could.
"You really love me?" she ques-
toned. "No, you cannot; you have
known me too brief a time. Besides,
this is no time to speak of love, with
the enemy at the gates!"
"Tush!" said Boris, with the rough
ness which Anna had looked for in
vain among all the youth of CORTLAND
81 tell you girl. 1t is the time. You and
are no Courtlanders, God be thanked!
In little while | shall ride away back
to Plassenburg, which is place where
men live. | shall not go alone. You,
little Anna shall come, tool"
"You are not deceiving me?" she
murmured looking up upon occasion.
There is none at Plassenburg whom
you love at all?"
81 have never loved any woman but
you!" said Boris, settling his con.
science by adding mentally, though
may have thought | did when told
them So
Nor | any mani" said Anna, softly
meditative, making, however, a similar
addition.
Thus Greek met Greek, and both
were very happy in the belief that