The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-02-28


iuus they were sitting when tbere
same clamor at the outer door tho
noise OF voices, then soldiers cbat,
iehge and Max Ulrich's weird answer
sound almost like the howl of a
Won cut off short in his throat hv
the hand that strangles him
There he is at last" cried all IN
the dining hall or grange
They waited the long moment or srs.
pense till the door behind Werner
was thrust open and the dumb man
came in, drenched and dripning tIo
was -olding one by the arm a man as
taii as himself, grey and gaunt who
lronted the company with eyes han.
daged and hands tied behind his hack
Max Ulrich had sharp knife in his
hahd with a thin and slightly curved
plade, and as he thrust the pinloned
man before him into the full light of
the candles, he made signs that II
ms LADY wished it. he was prepared
10 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.
lie says she began to translate
that he met this man on the further
SIDE. He said that he had a message
1or 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 Embossed" 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 a high narrow
brow, like laid corn that dries in the
sun.
Alt Pikker'' 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 q
very philosophical and leisurely man.
ner assisted him to relieve himself of
rolled kerchief which had been plac-
ed in his mouth.
Even then his throat refused it's
Office till Werner Won Orseln handed
him great cup of wine from which
he drank deeply
Speak" said Joan. What disas-
ter has brought you here? Is Kerns-
berg taken?"
"The Eagles Nest is harried, my
lady, but that is not what hath
brought me hither!"
Have they found out this my
prison? Are they coming to capture
me?"
Neither returned Alt Pikker
Maurice Won Lynar is in the hand of
his cruel enemies, and on the day
after tomorrow at sunrise, he is to be
torn to pieces by wild horses"
"Why? Wherefore? In what place?
Who would dare?' came from all
about the table; but the mother OF
the young man sat silent as if she
had not heard.
ITO save Kernsberg from sack by
the Muscoyites, Maurice Won Lynar
went to CORTLAND in the guise of the
Lady Joan. At the fords of the Ala
we delivered him up!'
'He went for my sake!' moaned
Joan. "He is to die for mel"
NAY" corrected Alt Picker, "he is
to die for wedding the Princess Mar
garet of CORTLAND"
Again they cried out upon him in
utmost astonishment-tha is. all the
men.
Maurice Won Lynar has married
the Princess Margaret of CORTLAND.
Impossible!"
"And why should he not?" his moth
er cried out.
81 expected it from the first!" quoth
Joan of the Sword Hand, disdainful
of their masculine ignorance.
well" put in Alt Picker, "at all
events, he hath married the Princess.
Or she has married him, when Is the
same thing!"
but why? We knew nothing OF
this, He told us nothing. We thought
he went for our lady's sake to Court
land! Why did he marry herr cried
severally Won Orseln and the Plassen'
burg captains.
"Why?" said Theresa, the mother,
with assurance. Because he loved
her doubtless. How? Because he was
his fathers son.
And Theresa being calm and sun
ing the others, Alt Picker got time 10
tell his tale. There was silence IN
the grange of Isle Rugen while IL was
being told and even when 1t was was
ended for space none spoke bu'
Theresa smiled well pleased and Saiu
in her heart, 81 thank Cod MY sou
also shall meet Henry the Lion lace
to face and not be ashamed
After that they made their plans
81 will go, said Conrad for ! nave
influence with my brother-or' II hos
with him at least with the folk oil
CORTLAND. We will stop this heather