The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1907-05-28
CHAPTER XXX.
Theresa's Last Secret.

Tneresa's Last secret.
1t was approaching ten Of the clock
Boris and Jorian had already visited
all the posts, and were now ready to
make their venture with Theresa o
Lynar.
mo fools like old fools!" grumbled
Jorian ST.. 1ntiously. 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 a fool"
"a man is known by the company
he keepsl" answered Jorian.
"Ah!" sighed his companion, 81
would that | had the choosing of the
company l am to keep this night"
"And II" assented Jorian, looking
solemn for once as he thought of pref
ty Martha ~Pappenheim.
We'll, we do it from a good motive"
said Boris; that is one comfort. And
if we lose our lives, Prince Conrad win
order many masses (they will need to
OO fCIg hdhJJ " JOdl oOhi PCNS~
and good quittance from purgatory!"
"Humph!' said Jorian, as if he did
not see much comfort in that, II would
rather have a box on the a 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 WE'LL" cried Anna,
as the two men went out into the long
stone passage.
ooh! | have hurt my hand against
that hard helmet. 1t serves me right
for listeningl 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 it well, Marthe!" she said
looking up at her sister as she came
along the passage swinging a Lantern
as carelessly as if there were not q
Muscovite in the world.
But Boris forestalled the newcomer
and caught the small white hand II
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 onl!
the kiss of love can make a hurt bet
teri"
well, then, l love you!" said Boris
who did his wooing plainly.
And did not kiss her hand.
Meanwhile the others had wanderers
to the end of the passage and nov
stood at the turnpike staircase, tn
light of Martha Pappenheim's lanterl
making a dim haze of light abou
them.
Anna looked at Boris as often as sh
could.
"You really love me?" she que'
toned. mo, you cannot; you hav
known me too brief a time. Beside:
this is no time to speak of love, wit
the enemy at the gates!"
''Tush!" said Boris, with the rougl
ness which Anna had looked for /
vain among all the youth of CourtlanC
81 tell you girl, it is the time. You an
1 are no C~ourtlanders, God be thanked
In a little while I shall ride away bac
to Plassenburg, which is a place wher
men live. | shall not go alone. Yo'
little Anna, shall come, tool"
"You are not deceiving me?" sh
murmured, looking up upon occasion
''There is none at Plassenburg who
you love at all?"
81 have never loved any woman bl
you!" said Boris, settling his co
science by adding mentally, though
may have thought did when | to
them So"
Nor / any mani" said Anna, soft
meditative, making, however, a simili
addition.
Thus Greek met Greek, and bot
were very happy in the belief tn