Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1911-12-21

light. | was well treated.
was well fed and was allow
ed to walk for certain time each
day upon the .ramparts-well guarded.
Of course.
I had hoped to catch a glimpse Of
Daria during my daily constitutional.
but the hope was not fulfilled. think
It is possible that Costa might have so
arranged matters as to grant me this
request had I asked him, but dared
not do so. Her beauty might save her.
My love might condemn her. So I led
Costa to believe that she was no more
to me than any other woman.
In my lonely hours was not idle.
I examined my cell, its floors and its
walls and the locked trap in the cor.
ner. The walls and the floor were
hopeless. Such solid masonry would
yield but slowly to company of men
with all appliances at hand. But the
trap attracted me. 1t was way out
I knew, even If it were only dead men
who took it. wonder how often and
how long have stood gazing at the
trap, fascinated by the thoughts 1t
gave rise to.
lost count of time. Days and nights
passed, and I knew that I had been
prisoner for a long while. An imagi'
native man might have hoped that he
had been forgotten. I knew my enc
mics too well to think SO. and Costa
was constantly advising me regarding
the future. He seemed to enjoy sitting
in my cell, and If his conversation was
not Of the most consoling kind It help
ed to pass some weary hours. I have
never been able to make up my mind
what the Spaniard's true feelings to-
ward me were, whether he had some
sort Of respect for me or whether 1t
delighted him to speak Of the grew.
some tortures which were in store for
me.
He came one evening late-later
than was his wont-and with him
came Organ. My quondam friend
had evidently recovered, for he walked
vigorously. and his arm looked capable
Of WELDING a good sword again.
1T is tomorrow" said Costa, fixing
the torch in the ring in the wall.
"What is tomorrow"
"Your trial. We are just in Yada-
sara. We give man trial-general-
~. 1t seems to me a useless waste
Of time. 1t comes to the same thing In
the end"
thought this quite probable.
"Shall I be allowed to speakT
esked.
"Oh, yes, but it would be well to
have care what you say, eh. cap
tain?"
Thus directly appealed to. Organ,
who had stood silently with folded
arms, burst out laughing.
II might say too much to please
that rascally companion of yours, is
that it?' I asked Costa, nodding con.
temptuously toward Organ.
rascal" exclaimed the Irishman ex-
citedly.
STEADY" Costa interposed. you
will doubtless have the pleasure of
witnessing your enemy's discontinue,
but it is not for you to administer the
punishment"
The city turned out to see me on
the morrow when I was taken from
the fortress to the palace. The king
was surrounded by his court and was
talking and laughing with those about
him. A callous assembly it was to
try a man for his life! At little
distance from me stood Daria. very
pale and very beautiful. Had my
courage faltered for moment the
sight Of her, firm, resolute and fear
less, would have filed me with new
strength. To her bowed; to the king
I made no obeisaNce. Near the king
sat Count Vasca and next to the count
Lady Aldrida. The count was pale
perhaps by reason of his recent
wounds. Lady Aldrida looked as If the
proceedings thoroughly amused her.
How difficult some Christian laws are