The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1907-03-05

Then, with a certain shamefaced
and sulky pride, the Sparhawk told
Father Clement all the tale Of the
mission Of the Duchess Joan Of Court
land. Of the liking the Princess had
taken to her in her secretaRy's attire.
of the kiss upon the dark rivers bank,
the fragrant memory Of which had
drawn him back to CORTLAND against
his will.
1T Is a pretty tangle yoa have made
between you" said Father Clement
when Maurice finished. Il know not
how you could more completely have
twisted the skein- Every one is some
body else, and the devil is hard upon
the hindmost-or Prince Ivan, which
is the same thing"
The priest now withdrew in his turn 4
to where he could watch the ALA /
curying it's back little in midstream |
as the summer floods rushed seward I
from the hills. To true CORTLAND folk /
it's very bubbles brought counsel as |
they foated down towards the Baltic. !
Let me seei Let me see." he muir
INJURED, stroking his chin.
Then after long pause he turned
again TO the SparhaEk-
You are Of SUFFICIENT fortune TO
maintain the Princess as becomes her
rank?"
Il am not a rich man answered
Won Lynar, but By the grace Of the
Duchess Joan neither am a poor
one. She hath bestowed On me one
Of her fathers titles, with lands to
match"
so" said the priest; @but will
Prince Louis and the Muscoyites give
1 you leave to enjoy them?7
The estates are on the borders of
Plassenburg." said Maurice, -and I
think the Prince Of PIassenburg for
his own security viii provide against
any Museoyite invasion"
Princes are but princes, though
grant the Executioner's Son is good
one" answered the priest We'll,
better to marry than to burn, sayeth
Holy Writ will marry you and
thereafter betake me TO the Abbey OF
WoIgast, where dweIls my very good
friend the Abbot Tobias For old
sake's sake ne viii keep me safe
there till this thing blows over"
with my heart l thank you, my
Father" said the Sparhawk. kneeling.
Nay. do not thank me Rather
thank the pretty insistency Of your
mistress Yet it is only bringing you
both one step nearer destruction.
Walking upon egg shells is child's
play TO this. But never could refuse
your sweetheart either q comfit or an
dissolution all my days To my shame
as a servant Of God say it win 20
call her in"
He went to the door with q curious
smile on his face He opened it, and
there, close by the threshold. was the
Princess Margaret. her eyes full Of q
bright mischief
Yes. I was listening" she cried.
shaking her head dehanJIy- Il do not
care. You are going to DO what We
wish know you are. 1 heard you
say so to Maurice Now begin
Nay. madcap. be patient We must
have a witness whose head sfts on his
shoulders beyond the risk Of Prince
Louis halter or Prince Tyan's Musco-
vite dagger. What say you to the
High Councillor of Plassenburg. Won
Dessauer: He is here on an embas-
81"
The Princess elzpped her hands
Yes. yes. He viii do IT, He will
keep our secret He also likes pretty
girls I will go and summon Des-
sauer myself" she went on. i viii
run so quick I cannot bear to wait
Abide ye-abide ye my daughter.
said Father Clement; let US do even
this folly decentiy and in order. The
day is far spent Let US wait TIL
darkness comes Then when you are
rested-and Che looked towards the
Sparhawkl the Lady Joan slsO-I viii
return with High Councillor DeSSauer.
who. without observance or suspicion.
may pay his respects to the Processes
upon his arrival
"But. Father. cannot wait, cried
the impetuOus bride. Something
might happen long before then. My
brother might come Prince Wasp
might ind out The castle itself
might fall, and then should never be
married at all,~
The holy father looked at her a
moment and turned his eyes to Man
rice Won Lynar. Then he shook his
head grsvely at that pFoximste bride
groom as one who would say. If YOU
be neither hanged nor yet burnt herr
in Courtland-if you set safely out Of
this with your bri6e-why. then
Heaven have mercy on your souls~
It was very quiet in the river parlOl
of the Summer Palace A shaded
: lamp burned in its niche over the desi
: of Prince Conrad. There was no ons
q in the great room save the youth
whose mssQuerading was now vel
1 nigh over. The Spsrhswk listened in
tently. Footsteps were approaching
e Quick as thought he threw himself
d upon a couch. and drew about him Z
y light cloak or wooden cloth lined with
silk. The footsteps stopped at hi.