The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1912-05-31
Flying From Herzegovina.


down the servants stairway,
the back stairs Of the imperial resi-
dence at Mostar
There was grace in is movements and
aristocratic fineness to the finger tips
clutchirg a bandbox and Il cloak that
To an observer would have seemed in-
congruous with the threadbare soul
lery maids garments she wore. And
Anna Victoria of Herzegovina, last of
a line OF forty kings aud queens, was
thrilled as never before at the novelty
OF her situation How like the hero
ines OF the middle ages was she. Only
she was not stealing forth from a pa
ternal roof TO plight her troth with the
gallant prince of her dreams. She was
merely trying ~ save her life, and that
realization. after all, lost the venture
much of its romance
The alert Sophie directed the royal
fugitive to the entrance leading to the
west gate Deity the faithful maid
wrapped her mistress i'm the hooded
cloak which concealed her face. and
after glancing in all directions through
the softly opened door she whispered
TREMENDOUSLY:
NO guard is ia sight; the carriage is
just outside
Clasping her precious bandbcx, the
queen, trembling in mingled fear and
excitement, darted across the rough
stone pavement to the side of the
coach. which, without lamps. was a
blur In the darkness of q st3rless night.
Her footsteps were heard by the oc-
cupant. for as she approached the door
swung open and Baron Cosaca dragged
her inside unceremoniously and sat her
in corner of the vehicle.
The horses started. Scarcely had the
wheels revolved when sharp voice
cut the night air:
"Halt. i'm the name Of the republcr'
The driver pulled up sharply Baron
Cosaca set his jaws grimly. To this
long serving court attaehe the word ''re-
public" had SINISTER sound. He drew
two revolvers from underneath the
cushions of the coach and leaned for
ward to shield the queens body with
his own. He thrust slightly aside one
OF the curtains which had been drawn
over the coach windows and peered
into the blackness without He saw a
dishevefed rioter point pistol at the
driver.
The driver, who was none other than
Franz Onderzek, the stalwart private
armorer of the late King Rudolph,
answered:
Let me 60 ON. | have pass sign
cd by the proper authorities am for
The republic and God curse the queenw
Let me see the pass was the reply
The armorer jumped 10 the ground
Stepping close 10 the peasant. he FUN
bled in an inner pocket Then. with
| sudden spring. he clutched the throat
OF the rioter. preventing any outcry.
ard. giving him the back heel with
all the dexterity of trained wrestler
he bore him heavily 10 the ground
From the Lnottcd bands of Franz.
the armorer, there was no escape. The
pistol dropped from ,he hand of the
fallen revolutioniSt. Ills eyes bulgcd
outward in horror ard pain. His face
took on a purpliSh tmge. His strug-
giles gradually ceased. and few mo-
ments later his lifeless body was
thrust under piece OF hedge that
bordered the northerly side OF the
driveway.
Hardly had the armorcr gained his
seat when the queen. who i'm gripping
terror had heard his struggle turned
the coach door handle and started to
step outside.
"iour majesty" cried Baron Cosaca
I'm alarm. what do you
'oh. have forgotten something"
was her reply.
The baron was rapidly becoming
complete nervous wreck. owing To the
prolonged suspense he had endured
what can IL be- he snapped. Il
have the royal Jewels. Is II your crown
that you want"
no" announced Anna Nietoria aS
She stepped from the carriage 1T j.
something more important than tue
crown. II Is my oanasy bird"
Her aged attendant choked In his
rage, NJ emotion which lie had never
before exhibited IN the presence OF the
queen.
but if you go back YOU will surely
be- caught" he protested.
"<o matter. Id rather die than leave
my precious little bird. my BImbi.' she
answered a she darted away aud to.
ward the palace doorway.
After "A few moments Of suspense.
during which the Baron cosaea was in
torment of fear. Il slight. girlish liz.
ure came swiftly from tn. salace door.
way. In one hand she earn I'D silver
bIrdcage. In which frightened little
yellow inmate tIuttered. The other
baud clutched cape, which vas drawn