Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-06-23
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curly, OUT OF OEUeTeO FISuduCc. "A
light burned in every house; men
lined the time worn walls and camped
in the market place; there were scouts
out on the road as far as Praslok. No
news came from outside and no news
yet from the room in the guardhouse
where the wounded king lay. The
street on which the room looked was
empty save for one man. who walked
patiently up and down. smoking CT
gar. Dunstanbury waited for Basil
Williamson, who was in attendance on
the king and was to pronounce to Vol
semi whether be could live or must die.
Dunstanbury had been glad that Basil
could be of use, but for the rest he had
listened to the story which Zerkovitch
told him with an amused, rather con-
temptuous Indifference. with an Eng
lishman's wonder why other countries
cannot manage their affairs better and
something of travellers pleasure at
coming in for a bit Of such vivid. al
most blazing, focal color" In the course
Of his journey. But whether Alexis
reigned or Sergius mattered nothing to
him and, in his opinion. very little to
anybody else. e o.--s ~ -.
Nor had he given much thought to
the lady whose name figured 50 promi-
nently In Zerkovitch's narrative, the
Baroness Dobrava. Such parsonage
seemed no less appropriate to the sur
roundings than the rest Of the story-no
less appropriate and certainly not
whit more important. OF course he
hoped Basil would make good report,
|but his mind was not disturbed. His
chief hope was that the claims Of hu.
manity would not prolong his stay In
lvolseni beyond few days. It was a
picturesque little place. but not one for
q long visit, and. in any case. he was
homeward bound now, rather eager for
the pleasures Of the London season aft
er his winter iourney-the third he had
made in the interests Of a book on Rus
STA which he had In contemplation. Z
book designed to recommend him AZ an
lexpert student Of foreign affairs. He
could hardly consider that these goinga
IN in Kravonia came within the pur'
view OF a serious study Of his subject
but 1t was q pleasant. moonlit night
the old street was very quaint. the
lcrisis he had happened on bizarre and
4 amuling., he smoked his cigar and
waited for Basil without impotence.
He had strolled q hundred yards
away and Just turned to loiter bach
when he saw figure come out OF thu
guardhouse, pause moment and ther
advance slowly toward him. TIL,
sheepskin cap and tunic made hin
think at first that the stranger was ONT
of the volsenian levy. The next mo
ment he saw the skirt. At once h,
guessed that he was in the presence o.
Baroness Dobraya. the heroine Of tn,
piece. as he had called her in his Owl
. mind and with smile.
. Evidently she meant to speak to him
He threw away his cigar and wakes
, to meet her. As they drew near to eacl
other he raised his hat. SOphy bOwet
gravely. Thus they met for the frs
time since Sophy washed her lettuce
In the scullery ut Morpingham and a
the young lords bidding fetched Loren
20 the Magnificent bone. This meet
ing was. however remotely. the resul
Of that. Dunstanbury had started he
tcareer on the road which had led her :
.eiwhere she was. fF
"I've seen Mr.. Williamson" she said
and be knows me now. q But 20
don't vt. do you. Lord Dunstanbury
And. anyhow. perhaps vou' wCuldn't'r
member" -w epissdlEg stT s.
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