The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1910-03-19

AoS- AfOAlON.
screa med-screamed words that would
have. filed Truxton King with n cld
less joy could he have heard them
above the rattle of the rifles.
The corner of the building had SUIT
out the picture. 1t was imposs- Ole for
her to know that the man ;ad his
burden had reached the balcony In
safety. Even now they nigh: be ~
ing on the terrace. riddled by Jul. IS.
The old man reused her fr III the
stupor of dread. He called het name.
Duly she responded. Standii.g uolt
upright in the window, she sou ;ht out
the figure of Marlanx and pointed
rigidly
"Ah" groaued the old man. they
will not be driven back this time.
They will not be denied 1t Is the
last charge! God, how they cole.
Our men will be aInihilat"d ia
Where is he? Now. All, sec. y,s,
that is be! He is near enough now.
cannot miss him.
NIarlanx was leading his men up to
the terrace.
At the top of the terrace tie LION
Count suddenly stopped. = lug
body st!tTencd and then cruml d Ike
reed. \ score of heavy fect tram
not feel the impact
\ bullet from the north wing had
crashed into his brain.
at last" shrieked the old man at
the window Come, Miss Tul-iS; ny
work Is done
HE is deac your grace in low,
awed tones.
Yes, my dear" said the Iu,l" Of
Perse, a smile of relief on bis face.
| "Come, let rle escort you to the II inte.
You have been most cOura &c, Us.
A group Of terrified women Wee
huddled in the far corner Of :: Rear
by room. The Duke Of Fcrse hril
| open the door for Lorraine TCtis, bat
she did not enter. When he turuGd
| to call she was halfway down tne
| top fight Of stairs, racing through the
powder smoke toward the landing be-
| low.
| At every step she was screa ming In
| the very agony Of gladness:
STAND firm! Hold them. Help IN
| coming. Help is coming"
A last look through the window at
| the end Of the hall had revealed to
her the most glorious Of visions.
| Red and green troops were pouring
through the dismantled gateway. their
horses surging over the ugly ground
riffs and debris as If possessed Of the
| tabled wings.
| Her brother was out there, and all
was we'll. She was crying the joyous
news from the head Of the grand
stairway when Truxton King caught
sight of her.
He was powder stained and grimy.
There was blood on his face and shirt
| front.
You are shot.' she cried, clutclng
the post at the bend in the stairs.
"Truxton. Truxton."
Not even scratchedw he shouted
as he reached her side. lis not
NY He stopped short even as he
held out his arms TO clasp her to his
breast Its some one else's blocd,'
he finished resolutely. She waved
! toward him. and he caught Ter in
his arms.
Il love you-oh. / love you. Tx.
TONI she cried over aud over again
! He was faint With joy. His kisses
spoke the alteration be wouh, I've
cried out to her Il emotion lad not
clogged his throat.
Eric" she whispered at last draw
ing back in his arms and loo',;ng III
into his eyes with q great pity in lei
own. lis he's he dead, Trus on =
NO" he said gently; "badly hurt
but
He will not die? Than God
Truxton. He is a bravNoh. a very
brave man.
Leaderless between the deadlT fires
the mercenaries gave up the fg.t after
4 brief stand at the terrace.
The prince reigued again.