The Washington times., 1911-07-22
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
IHE GRAY WOLF
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clad only In shirt and trousers.
l took in all this at a glance. The
man who was fighting, and whose face
was toward me. was young Won Sci.
tioileun, though how he had got there
and past the sentinel on the Veranda
did not try to fathom.
l felt that the countess was close
behind me, and the idea flashed into my
head that the spectators would scarcely
| take note of anything outside the
combatants. 1t occurred to me the girl
might make an unobserved exit. and
| we could carry her off without the try
! ing necessity Of lowering her from q
| WINDOW. turned and put the thought
into words, but she shook her head.
| 1t is my brother, and they will kill
one another. l thought he was pris-
Oner in the castle" she whispered in
! an agitated voice.
| The sabers clashed fiercely against
each other; Won Holleun was fighting
| furtously and the governors son only
defending himself. The officers did not
| appeared to enjoy the combat. AS for
| Major Shulhof, there was a grim ex-
! preston on his face. 1t was not DIFF
| hcult to guess what he was thinking
that Won Holleun might kill the other
and save his sister.
heard shout from the hall below
! and feet hurrying up the stairs. 1t
was Morgan, Haupmann, McGregor.
| and half score others. They crowded
the passageway, pushing each other to
| get better view of what was going
| on at the farther end Of the hall. And
outside, also, voices were calling. A
clank Of sabers and Jingle OF spurs Es
veranda. Somewhere. along the stone
wall. a bugle sounded: the park swarm
ed with soldiers.
The broad blade of Won Holleun's
sabe- was forcing his opponent back
step by step. The governors son was
breathing heavily a half-parried blow
ripped open the sleeve of the patamas
and a crimson stain broadened on the
cloth. ! heard the countess catch her
breath. She was in the doorway now.
at my side, but no one paid any at
tention to us. All eyes were fixed on
the men slashing at each other; the
cne yielding. the other pressing the
more furiOusly.
There was a movement among those
collected on the stairs, some pushing
forward. other drawing back. A voice
rang above the tumult: Make way
for his eXCellency!'
I turned and saw the governor of
BresCia forcing his way upward. Those
in front made way for him, and he
halted fust below the light which burn
ed in the bracket
He was fully dressed, in the plain
gray uniform In which he had ridden
from the capital. His eyes cleaned
fiercely, and the bTjstling mustache was
Guivering. The fingers of his right
hand clasped the butt of a revolver.
At a glance he took in the combatants
his son giving back. Won HolIeun
pressing his advantage remorselessly.
His voice. sharp as the edge Of a saher.
rang above the clashing Of the weap-
ors Separate them. and make that
man a prisoner"'
But for once his order was not
obeyed. One or two soldiers moved
forward a little. but no hand interposed
t. stop the combat The hesitancy was
fatal-to young Won SeIdorf Perhaps
the appearance of his father discon-
certed him, and for an instant he re-
laxed his guard. Perhaps Won Holleun.
moment more might be given him, and
struck more fierCely. Even before the
echo Of the governors voice died away
I saw the blade of the saber flash like
like a thunderbolt across the forehead
of the wavering Won Seldorf. cutting
deep into the bone from temple to tenn
pie. On the instant a gush Of blood
Brescian. He threw open his arms. his !
sword Clattered to the floor. and he fell |
upon his back with crash which shook |
the hall
followed the fatal stroke. Even the |
governor seemed paralyzed and incapa- |
Bile Of action. I heard stthed sob at
my side. and saw the countess face
was buried in her hands. A low muir
mur began to fill the hall.
Then suddenly, a change passed over |
the face of the Gray Wolf Of Brescia. |
I 'nder his mustache his teeth cleaned |
like the fangs of the creature which he |
His arm shot out. the light |
fla shed back 4 reflection from the sill |
yer mountings Of the revolver. and a |
defeaning report rang through the
house.
Some one cried out the single word |
"COwardv
The murmur Of voices turned into a |
medley ~ shouts and curses: dreadful |
tumult filled the narrow confines of the |
hall.
Continuation of This Story Will Be |
Found In Tomorrow Issue
of The Times.)