Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1907-02-22

The words we're not spoken bitterly
but as a simple statement Of fact.
Joan looked at this woman and un
derstood for the first time that sh.
was the strongest spirit of all-great
er than her father, better than her
self And perhaps because of this
nobility and sacrifice stirred emulous
ly In her own breast.
Madam" she said, looking directly
at Theresa Won Lynar, 1T is time thai
you and I understood each other.
hold myself no true Duchess Of Hohen
stein so long as your son lives. Ny
fathers compact and condition are
Of no effect The Diet Of the Empire
would cancel them in a moment.
will therefore take no rest until this
thing is made clear. l swear that
your son shall be Duke Maurice and
sit in his fathers place. as is right
and fitting For me, I ask nothing but
the daughters portion-a grange such
as this, as solitary and as peaceful, a
garden to delve and a beach to wan.
der upon at eve,"
As she spoke Theresa's eyes sudden
ly frightened. A proud high look sat
on the fulness OF her lips, which grad
ually faded as some other thought
asserted its supremacy. She rose, and
going straight to Joan, for the first
time she kissed her on the brow.
Now do I know" she said, chat
you are Henry the Lions daughter.
That is spoken as he would have spo-
ken it. It is greatly thought Yet
it cannot be-"
at shall BET" cried Joan imperious-
~
Nay" returned Theresa Won Lynar.
"Once on a time I would have given
my right hand that for half a day, for
one hour. men might have said Of ne
that I was Henry the Lions wife. and
my son his son, II would have been
right sweet. All, God, how sweet it
would have been," She paused a mo-
ment as If consulting some unseen
presence. NO. I have vowed my vow.
Here was I hidden to stay and here
will 1 abide"
Maurice OF Hohenstein shall sit in
his fathers seat" said Joan firmly.
Il have sworE it. II I live I viii see
him settled there with my captains
about him. Werner Won Orseln is an
honest man. He will do him justice.
Won Dessauer shall get him recogniz-
ed, and Hugo Of Plassenburg shall
stand his Sporsor before the Diet of
the Empire
4 would it could be So said The
resa wistfully "If my death could
cause this thing righteousIy to come
to pass. how gladly would I end lifel
But l am bound by an oath. and my
son is bound because am bound. The
is not the Diet of Ratisbon.
but the faithfulness of a womans
heart. Have been loyal to my prince
these many years so that now shame
sits on my brow as gladly as a crown
Of bay, that I should fail him now?
Low he lies. and may never stand
beside his sepulchre. No son of mine
shall sit in his high chair But if in
any sphere of sinful or imperfect
spirits, be it hell or purgatory, he
md I shall encounter, think you for
In empire I would meet him shamed.
And when he says. Woman of my
owe. hast thou kept thy troth?' shall
be compelled to answer MOI"
But" urged Joan, this thing is
our sons birthright My father. for
purposes Of state, bound my happi-
less to a man loathed. have cast
hat bond to the winds. The fathers
annot bind the children; no more can
GU disinherit your son."
Theresa Won Lynar smiled a sad. |
wise smile. infinitely patient. infinite !
: remote.
"Ah," she said, you think so? You j
re young. You have never loved. |
-ou are his daughter. not his wife. /
me day you shall know. if God is I
God to you."
At this Joan smiled in her turn. She
new what she knew.
You may think you know" return
d Theresa, her calm eyes on the
IRIS face, "but what I mean by low
lg is another matter The band you
roke you did not make. keep the
ow I made. With clear eve. undulled
rain. willing hand made it-because
e willed it, Let my son Maurice
reak it. if he can. If he villas you
ave broken yours. Only let him
ever more call Theresa Won Lynar
other,"
Joan rose TO depart. Her intent
nd not been shaken. though she was
oppressed by the noble heart of the
oman who had been her fathers
life. But she also had vowed a vow.
nd that VOW she would keep. The
parhawk should yet be the Eagle Of
ernsberg. and she. Joan, home
seping housewife nested in quiet
ass. a barn-doOr fowl about the or