Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-09
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JULY O. 1911
CHILDREN
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The German hesitated. "These wolves
have good fangs." said he lightly. Il am
perfectly in accord with your suggestion,
Count but you will pardon me for saving
that if YOU are unluckv enough to fall shall
not stand much chance afterward.'
"And | assure YOU answered the other
in loud and naughty voice, with sweeping
glance that took in the company, "that my
word will be respected when | am dead.
You hear. my children If | am forced to
take the long march, this gentleman must
be permitted to depart with not a hair of his
head touched. | appeal to your loves!"
There was silence: then Laporte answered.
in a strained and anxious tone, "Your wish
shall be obeyed, my Captain
"Now-choose!'
THE Prussian at once took straw. Dag
ebert held up the other. An agonized
murmur went up.
"The luck is with me- Count, said Orc
shaz.
"Nimporte,' answered Dagobert with a
shrug of his lean shoulders. "Perhaps ii is
for the best.
"My Cod" wept the Able Remily.
"The romance ought not to end in this
fashion, muttered the author, wiping his
forehead.
The Count drew a revolver from his tunic
wait! You have five minutes, gasped
Adolphe, catching hold of his arm.
Jolibois rocked restlesslv. The noise was
waking him.
at is all right, said the Count to Adolf
phe, looking at him very tenderly. IL shall
not do it here. | shall go away with this
gentleman, and | shall not come back. You
will find what is left of me at the end of the
lane He bent his head down to Adolphe
and added in whisper, If ever you see her,
tell her that died fighting. And-and-"
ayes, my Captaino"
"Tell her-tell her-that | loved her to
the last. And add-and add that, after all,
deep in my heart a voice whispered to me
of her innocence. Dagobert Strengthened
himself. "And if you will follow my advice,
Children. he cried in a loud, commanding
voice, "you will fling away your arms and
get back home as best you can. A franc
tireur cannot be a deserter. You will not
save France; for France is dying. Raoul
Dagobert takes a long and loving farewell
of his comrades. Monsieur we go together"
A F that moment Jolibois awoke. His
sleep filled eyes swept glance round
the room. Instinct warned him that some
thing was amiss. Suddenly he perceived the
fIuSSld1l. he lcdpeu 10 HIS Iect WIFI Il
sound betwixt scream and howl rushing
from his lips In an instant he became pos
sessed with a frenzy.
Him. Him. Avenging God be thanked
he shrieked. "That is the Prince of Etterin-
burg!" he painted. you've got him! All!
why is he yet alive?'
The German whitened. Every drop of
blood forsook his cheeks.
"You hear? Answer" snared Laporte.
Il do not address myself to ver1nin,' re-
piled the other He turned to Dagobert,
who was looking him through and through,
and went on, in voice of iron, "Am | to
be allowed to take advantage of your
pledged word, { .rnt?'
"One moment. Are you Sigmund Orc
shaz or are you Prince Rudolph of Etterin-
burg? You will do well to answer truly"
There was deathlike silence. Jolibois was
shivering pitiably.
Il fail to see that the question affects the
position" replied the German at last.
Dagobert drewa deep breath. "The Prince
is married man. said he slowly, deliber-
ately. "If he introduced himself toto her
under a false name, in the name of Sigmund
Oroshaz, then | suggest that his Highness
may be termed scoundrel and liar"