The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1909-11-30

will not be driven back this tiInei
They viii not be denied. It is the
last charge, God, how they come.
Our men Will be annihilated in-Where
is he2. Now, All, / see, Yes, that -
he He is near enough now! 1 cannot
miss him!"
Marian was leading his men up to
the terrace. A bowling avalanche or
humanity, half obscured by smoke.
streamed up the slope.
At the top Of the terrace the iron
count suddenly stopped. His long body
stiffened, and then crumpled like reed.
A score Of heavy feet trampled on the
fallen leader. but he did not feel the
impact
A bullet from the north wing had
crashed into his brain.
AT last" shTleked the old man at
the window. Come, Miss Tullis; my
work Is done"
He is dead. your grace?" in low,
awed tones.
yes. my dear" said the Duke of
Perse, a smile of relief on his face.
Come, let me escort you to the prince.
You have been most courageous. Grau-
stark shall not forget you for the SerV-
Ice you have rendered to me ] have
succeeded in freeing my unhappy daush-
ter from the vile beast to whom L sold
her youth and beauty and purity! Come.
You must not look upon that carnageI
Together they left the little room. As
they stepped into the narrow hail be-
yond they realized that the defenders
had been driven inside the walls of the
castle. The crash of firearms filed the
halls far below; deafening, steady
roar came up to them.
1T is all over" said the Duke OF
Perse hObbling across the hall and
throwing open the door TO Eoom OPP
pOsite.
A group Of terrified women were hud-
died In the far corner Of the spacious
room In front of them was the little
- 'ii,s5, "a COX Of terror in his eyes, but
with a tiny sword ClutChed in his hand
"a pathetic picture of courage and
held open the door for Lorraine Tullis
| but she did not enter. When he turned
to call she was half way down the tor
/ night OF stairs, racing through the pow
! der smoke, toward the landing below.
At every step she was screaming IN
I the very agony Of gladne3s.
stand firm, Hold themi Help Is
coming, Help is coming"
A last look through the WINDOW at the
end of the hall had revealed 10 her the
most glorious Of visions.
Red and green troops were pouring
through the dismantled gateway. then
horses surginB over the ugly ground
/ riffs and debris as - possessed Of the
/ tabled wings.
/ She had seen the rear line IN tn,
! stOrming forces hesitate and then turr
TO meet the whirlwind charge of the
| cavalrymen. Her brother was out there
! and all was well. She was crying TIT
joyous news from the mead OF the grand
l stairway when Truxton King caught
/ sight OF her.
4 Smoke writhed about her slim. in
spring figure Her face shOne through
the drab fog like an undimmed sta
/ of purest light. He bounded up thu
| steps toward her. drawn as by magne
against which there vas no such thini
as resistance
| He was pOwder-stained and grimy
| there was blood on his face and shir
| front.
You're shot" she cried, clutching tn,
post at the bend OF the stairs. "Trux
/ ton TruxtoEi'
! Not even scratched" he shouted. a.
he y ached her side Its not my
He stopped short, even as he held on
his arms to clasp her 70 his breas
| It's some one else's blood" he finish
ed resolutely. She swayed toward hin
and he caught her in his arms.
The Continuation of This Story VIII
He Found I'm Tomorrow
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