Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-06-06

from Slavna: the guns were at the bot tom of the Krath; 1t was enough. If Sophy had bidden them, they would have streamed down on Slavna that night in one of those fierce raids in which their forefathers of the middle ages had loved to swoop upon the plain.
 But Sophy had no delusions. She saw her crown-that feeting phantom ornament, fitly foreseen tn the visions of charlatan-passing from her brow without a sigh. She had not needed Dunstanbury's arguments to prove to her that there was no place for her left in Kravonia. She was content to have it so; she had done enough. Sorrow had not passed from her face, but serenity had come upon 1t in fuller measure. She had struck for mon- seigneur, and the blow was witness to her love. It was enough in her and enough in little yolseni Let the might. fer avengers do the rest!
 She had allowed Dunstanbury to . leave her after supper in order to make preparations for start to the frontier at dawn. "You must certainly go," she had said, and perhaps I'll come with you"
 She went at night up on to the wall, always her fayorite place. She loved the spaciousness of air and open coun- try before her there. Basil Williamson found her deep in thought when he came to tell her of the progress of the wounded.
 "They're all doing well, and Peter Vassip will live. Dunstanbury has made him promise to come to him when he's recovered. so you'll meet him again at all events. And Marie Zerkovitch and her husband talk of settling in Paris. You won't lose all your Kravonian friends"
 You assume that I'm coming with you tomorrow morning?"
 'I'm quite safe in assuming that Dunstanbury won't go unless you do." he answered. smiling. "We can't leave you alone here, you know" T shouldn't stay here anyhow she said, "or at any rate should be where nobody could hurt me-" She pointed at a dim lantern fastened to the gate tower by an iron clamp, then waved her hand toward the surrounding dark. ness. That's life, isn't it?' she asked. 'If believed that I could go to mon- seigneur, I would go tonight-nay, would have gone at Miklevni. It was only putting my head out of that ditch minute sooner! If believed even that I could lie in the church there and know that he was neari If be- lieved even that could lie there quiet ly and remember and think of him! You're man of science; you're not 6 peasants child, as am. What do you think? You mustn't wonder that I've had my thoughts too. At Lady Meg's we did little else than try to find out whether we were going anywhere else. That's all she cared about. And if she does ever get to next world she won't care about that. She'll only go on try ing to find out whether there's still an- other beyond. What do you thinkT
 q hardly expected to find you so philosophically inclined" he said. Its a practical question with me now. On its answer depends whether come with you or stay hereby mon- seigneur h the church." Basil said something professional something about nerves and temporary strain. But he performed thls homage to medical etiquette in rather per functory fashion. He had never seen woman more composed or more obyl- ously and perfectly healthy. Sophy smiled and went on:
 But if I live. I'm sure at least of being able to think and able to remem- Der. It comes to a gamble. doesn't 1t? It's just possible might get more; It's quite likely-I think it's probable-I should lose even what have now"
 q think you're probably right about the chances of the gamble" he told her, though no doubt certainty is out of place or at least one doesn't talk about 1t. Shall tell you what science saysw
 ''No." said Sophy. smiling faintly. 'Science thinks in multitudes, and I'm thinking Of the individual tonight. Even Lady Meg never made much of science, you know"
 He pointed at the smoky lantern. That's not life" he said. growing more earnest. yet smiling. That's now just here and now-and. yes, its very smoky" He waved his hand over the darkness. That's life. Dark? Yes, but the night will lift. the darkness pass away. Valley and sparkling lake will be there and the summit of the heaven kissing hills. Life cries to you with sweet voice"
 "Yes." she murmured. with a sweet voice. And perhaps some day. there would be light on the hills. But. ah. I'm torn in sunder this night. wish had died there at Mlklevni while my blood was hot" She paused a long while in thought. Then she went on: ''If go. I must go while it's still dark and while these good people sleep. Go and tell Lord Dunstanbury to be ready to start an hour before dawn and do you and he coIze then to the door of the church. If I'm not waiting for you there. come inside and find me"
 He started toward her with an eager gesture of protest. She raised her hand and checked him
 NO. I've decided nothing. can't tell yet" she said. She turned and left