The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1907-01-30
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| make love to you. dear, II be thinks
you are another mans wtfe? Yetdve
asked, her blue eyes beaming with the
fun OF It all.
sPoohv' shifted Beverly. 'Yeu have
only to consult history to find the ez-
cuse. It's the dear old habit Of men to
make love to queens and get beheaded
i for it. Besides, he is not expected to
make love to me. How In the world
did you get that into your headY
On a day soon after the return ef
Lorry and Anguish from trip to the
! frontier Beverly expressed desire to
visit the monastery Of st. Valentine,
high on the mountain, top. 1t was
long ride over the circuitous route by
which the steep incline was avoided,
and it was necessary for the party to
make an early start Yetive rode with
Harry Anguish and his wife the count
ess. while Beyerly's companion was the
gallant Colonel Quinnox. Baldos, rele-
gated to the background, brought up
the rear with Haddan.
For a week OF more Beverly had been
behaving toward Baldos in the most
cavalier fashion. Her friends had
been teasing her, and, to herr own IN
tense amazement, she resented it. The
fact that she felt the sting Of their sly
taunes was sufficient to arouse in her
the distressing conviction that he had
become important enough to prove en-
barrassing. While confessing to her
self that it was a bit treacherous and
weak she proceeded to ignore Baldos
with astonishing persistency. Apart
from the teasing, it seemed to her OF
late that he was growing a shade too
confident.
he occasionally forgot his deferential
air and relaxed into very pleasing but
highly reprehensible state Of friendH-
ness. A touch Of the old jauntiness crop
ped out here and there, tinge OF the Old
irony marred his otherwise perfect mien
as soldier. His laugh was freer, his
eyes less under subjugation, his entire
personality more arrogant. It was
time, thought she resentfully, that his
temerity should meet some sort OF
check.
And, moreover. she had dreamed OF
him two nights In succession.
How well her plan succeeded may
best be Illustrated by saying that she
now was in q most uncomfortable
frame OF mind. Baldos refused to be
properly depressed by his misfortune.
He rett,:>eGs fl the oblivion she provided
and seersz Gisagceeably content Ap-
parently It made very little difference
to him whether he was in or out Of Ia
vor. Beverly was In high dudgeon and
low spirits.
The party rode forth at an early hour
in the morning. It was not in the city,
but it looked cold and bleak on the
heights. Comfortable wraps were TAX
en- along, and provision was made for
luncheon at an inn halfway up the
slope. Quinnox regaled Beverly with
stories In which Grenfan Lerry was
the hero and Yetive the heroine. BE
told her Of the days when Lorry, fu-
gitiye with a price upon his head.
charged with the assassination OF
Prince Lorenz, then betothed to the
princess, lay hidden in the monastery
while Yetive's own soldiers hunted
high and low for him. The narrator
dwelt glowingly upon the uip from the
monastery to the city walls one dark
night when Lorry came down to sur
render himself in order to shield the
woman he loved, and Quinnox himself
piloted him through the underground
passage into the very heart Of the cas-
tie. Then came the exciting scene il
which .Lorry presented himself as
prisoner, with the denouement that
saved the princess and won for the
gallant American the desire Of his
heart.
.sWhat brave fellow he was!" cried
Beverly, who never tired Of hearing
the romantic story.
'Ah. he was wonderful, Miss Cal
houn. fought him to keep him from
surrendering. He beat me, and I was
virtually his prisoner when we appear
ed before the tribunal"
.Tts no wonder she loved him and
married him"
.He deserved the best that life could
give, Miss Calhoun"
"You had better not call me Miss
Calhoun. Colonel Quinpox," said she,
looking back apprehensiyely. II am
highness once in awhile, don't you
knowr'
II implore your highness' pardon. "
said he carly.
The riders ahead had come to
standstill and were pointing OF into
the pass to their right They were
eight or ten miles from the city gates
and more than halfway up the winding
road that ended at the monastery gates.
Beverly and Quinnox came up with
them and found all eyes centered on
small company Of men eccamped in the
rocky defle a hundred Yards from the