Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-06-09
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HE last Of the transparencies
died eptg Ehs dim and ainfre-
Quent oil SAmpaA aicns IL % de
Street u me fountain and 81. Nj
ehaers squaHe. sThsy revsisd stu down
1t the HOtel de, Paris, whittier Max Won
Hollbrandt and a dozen others had
hurried With the news OF the evenings
great event. cBnt here, On the borders
OF the old north quarter. all grew still
the Golden Lion empty, the townsmen
to their beds. the soldiers to barracks,
full Of talk and fears and threats. Yet
q light still burned in the round room
in the keep Of Suleimans tower. and
the commandant's servant still expect
ed his royal master. Peter vassip, u
sturdy son Of Volseni. had no apprehcn-
Sions. but he was very sleepy. and he
and the sentries were the only men
awake. Zone might as we'll be a sol
der at once" he grumbled. for the men
Of the hills did not esteem the regular
army 30 high as 1t rated itself.
The commandant fingered in the
Street Of the Fountain. Sergius Stefan
ovitch was half Bourbon. but 1t was
the intellectual half. He had the
strong. concentrated, rather narrow
mind Of a Bourbon OF before the fam
lly decadence.i On It big training at
Vienna had grated q military pre-
cision, perhaps pedantry, and no lit
d added scorn Of what men called lib
erty and citizens called civil rights.
What rights had a man against his
country? His country was in his king.
and to the king tho army was his su-
pteme instrument. q So ran his PUBLIC
creed. his statesman's, instinct. But
beside the Bourbon mother was the
Xravonian father. and behind him the
long line Of mingled and facilitating for
tunes which drew descent from Stefan,
lord Of Praslok. and famous reiverl OF
lowlahd herds. In that stock the tenn
permanent was different--indolen to
excess sometimes. ardent to madness
1t others, moderate seldom r 81
And for any young man the fight In
the fantastically Illuminated night. the
virgin with the broken lamp. a near
touch OF the scythe Of death and girls
white face at the Window Behind the
commandant's stern wrath-nay. be-
side, and soon before It, for the mo-
ment dazzling his angry eyes-came
the bright CLEANS Of romance.
He knew who lodged at the sign Of
the Silver Cock. Marie Zerkovitch was
his friend. Zerkovitch his zealous fol-
lower. The journalist was back now.
from the battlehelds of France and was
writing articles for the Patriot the
leading paper Of Slayna. He gas deep
Il the Prleeei confidence and bis IT.
tie house 81 the lQvth boulevard often
recsivsd thh 0istlDG niahed guest. The
b.spce had been keen. ~ heat from Ter,
fo<itch fof fhs battles from, Marie @,
fhe IA N RariA With, 4artes tale
came the name md what she knew Of
the stosy, Of sophie De GEyshe; Yet a.
ways. ~. spite Of her praises Of bey
friend. Maria, had avejded any oppor.
tunity Of prsgeptipg her e ~ prince,
Excuse on excuse she made. 9or en
curiosity renged around caAmf q
savreie bereased lover. 'pn, ! ahHll
enhet her some day. all the sams," -
had SAID. 1aughins. and Marie doubted
whether her feluetance-a reldetauce
u herself strange-had not missed fts
marx, iuoamiug .ap. interest Which Il
had meaat IS ME Why tAhs str6hke
reluctancef So far 1t was proved base
len. His first encounter with the 3lGd4
OF the red star asimir'S pdetical sobri-
Quet had passed Marie's lips-had been
supremely fortunate,
From the splash Of blood to the bro
ken virgin. from the broken virgin to
the open window aud the dark room
behind, his restless glances sped. Then
came swift, impulsive decision. He
caught up the bronze 'ngure and enter.
"a the porch. He knew Meyerstein's
shop and that from 1t no staircase led
to the upper floor. The other door was
his mark. and be knocked on It. rails.
Ing flrst with cautious touch. then
more resolutely. the old brass hand
with Hospitality reckoning finger which
served for Enocker. Then he listened
for q footstep on the stairs. II abe
hne 4flcame not, the venture
AlIlA some night went un-
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NJ 49, graced by It's crowDinl
NFF1 adventure. He must
1X&X kiss the hand that saved
NSji him before he slept
", The door opened soft
". In the deep shadow
XII Of the porch, on the
<H, winding. windowless
1Il staircase Of the old
house. 1t was pitch dark
~S He felt a hand put In
his and heard low
Raising the voice saying. Come
Old brass monseirpeur." From
hand schtch f,rst IN last both r.
serucd for .,..,h .ra a. ,,r,.,,-
kEocker ~