Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-06-08

stairs. lived SOphy.
BY the window she sat on the night
If the kings name day on low chair.
The heavy figure Of a girl carrying a
Tampa specimen Of her landlords su-
perfiuous stock-stood unemployed on
the window sill. The room was dark,
for the path of light from the illumina-
lions. which made the roadway below
white, threw hardly CLEAN on to its
somber walls, but Sophy had no need
az lamp and every need to save her
money. She sat in the gloom. busy in
thought, the fresh evening air breath
ing soft and cool on her brow from the
open window.
Suddenly she raised her head. There
was a wild, quick volley Of cheering.
It came from the Golden Lion, whose
lights across the square sideways
craning of her neck enabled her to see.
Then there was silence for few min
utes Again the sound broke forth. and
with it confused shoutings Of a name
she could not make out. Yes-what
was It? Mistitch-Mistitch! That was
her first hearing Of the name. al
Silence fell again, and she sank back
into her chair. The lights, the stir, the
revelry. were not for her. nor the cheers
nor the shouts. A moment Of reaction
and lassitude came on her. a moment
when the present, the actual. Tapped
her around with its dim. muddy food
Of vulgar necessity and sordid needs.
With a sob, she bowed her head to meet
her hands-a sob that moaned a fam
Inc Of life. Of light, of love. go back
to your scullery. Sophy Crouch! What
voice had said that? She sprang to her
feet with fists clinched and whispered
to the darkness, mo"
In the street below Mistitch slapped
ais thigh.
Sophy pushed her hair back from her
heated forehead and looked out OF
the window. To the right, some twenty
yards away and just at the end Of the
street, she saw the figures Of three
men. In the middle was one who
bulked like 4 young Falstafi-Falstaff
with his paunch not grown. He wae
aanked by two lean fellows who looked
small beside him. She could not 80
the faces plainly stncs the light from
the sQuaSe was behind them. They
seemed to b. Standing rhsrs and look
ing past the sign u ~ silver CssA
along the stsoet.
A measured, military football sssud
ed On her NJ. 1Nssiax 'her head. she
CIV = ycunT man wsking. WITH AasA
bcut devr and arms behis4 him. 0hS
Hns of light struck I'd Is -. Es
Wa plain to see - ~ bsoa1sst ny.
He xpre . costume stlAAse = ksf eyes
"a NscE shsspskis 60, . SSSSesk1a
tunic. leather brooches I'D ~ paRee-
isAsl bee{S- Fsgh. plain 165 YEA
I broad rsd ribscn crsseeA - ~
star gitttsred oo the bss4s4 TIE saay
weapon was q short curved scfmoeas.
It wNs The ancient costume q IL
baili6 Of volseni the bead a that caan
Of shepherds who pAstursd their 0ocks
on the uplands. The Prince Of Ssavua
held the venerable once and had bsen
to court in the dress appropriate to It.
He had refused to use his carriage.
sending his aids-de-camp home In it.
and walked now through tho streets OF
the city which he had In charge. 1t
was constantly his habit thus to walk.
His friends praised his vigilance; biz
foes reviled bis proving. apytng tricks.
Sophy did not know the dress. but
the face she knew. 1t had been but
lately before her dreaming eyes. She
had seen 1t In the flesh that morning
| from the terrace Of the Hotsl de Paris
The three came on from her right
one Of the lean men hanging back
lurking a little behind. They were un
| der her window now. The prince wal
but a few yards away. Suddenly hi
looked up. with a start-he had become
aware of their approach. But before
he saw them the three had melted t.
one. With shrill cry of CONSERVATION
of uneasy courage oozing out-Ras
tatz turned and fed back to the square
heading at his top speed for the Colder
Lion. In the end he was unequal t
the encounter. Sterkoff. too. disappear
ed, but Sophy knew the meaning o
that. He had slipped into the shelte
Of the porch. Her faculties were aler
| now. She would not forget wher
Sterkon was! Mistitch stood alone Il
the center of the narrow street, hi
huge frame barely leaving room for I
man to pass on either side.
For a moment the prince stood still
looking at the giant. Then he steppe'
briskly forward. and Sophy heard hi
clear. incisive tones cut the air:
"What extraordinary emergency ha
compelled you to disobey my ORDER
Captain Mistitchr'
II wanted a breath Of fresh air." Nh
itch answered In an cay. insolsr
tone. iifa - fa~i ffe'fss3fH -
n The prince looked again. He sesms
even more disgusted than angry nov