The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-05-18

suit MIN ana, having refused 10 I'M
mask and apologize, had suffered the
Of my own rashness and
bad manners.
And even suppose no one believed his
story that he did not know me- What
mattered It? One does not execute the
heir presumptive of Vnleria for MUIR
der. True the king might rage aud
term OF Punishment to his mountain
estates might follow. yet what trihing
penalties foi the end attained. They |
would be only for the moment. as Ii |
werc. But the American would be
dead. the crown sure, the princess still |
unmarried.
Truly 1t was a chance which would
never come again, and not to seize II
was TO mock fortune to her very face
II takes far longer to write this than
to think II. II all went through my
mind in the brief space Lotzen gave me
for reply.
IL am waiting. monsieur" he said
"You are stubborn. as well as bad NAH
nered | shall have to spur you, | see
l ask you once again. monsieur, to re-
move your mask. If you do not shall
give you bit OF steel in the left leg"
And II that be inctfective!" the lady
asked
Then l shall touch him in the other
leg, and il he still refuses then in the
right arm, and then, if necessary, in
the left arm. each time II tribe deeper. :"
And them she injected very sweet
ly.
Them" he repeated. II think there
will be no need for then mademoi-
selle," he laughed sncerinyly.
She nodded toward me.
''lsn't 1t about time to beGinT" she
asked
"Your wish. my dear, is my law" lie
said. You hear. monsieur. Your time
is up. Prepare"
He stepped forward and thrust, very
slowly, ut my thigh. Even then could
not think that he would actually dare
TO touch me with his sword and |
made no motion. proposed to call his
bluff-if 1t were one.
Closer and closer. inch by inch, drew
the point. 1t reached the velvet. hest
tated. passed through and just pierced
my flesh. then was withdraw
And. with that cut. came the blood
lust. like unto the rage OF the herscrEer
OF old. Yet somehow ! had tie sense
TO stand quiet and let the red passion
burn Itself out. | would need all my
coolness to meet Lot2en's skill
Now. will monsieur remove his
mask he asked.
You scarcely touched him." scoffed
the gypsy,
LotZcn held up the sword.
See the red upon the point?' he
asked.
Blood! You actually cut him" she
exclaimed, and then pointed her finger
at me derisively. And you wear a
sword!' she sneered.
1t was pretty hard to take, but
had n notion. foolish. possibly, to play
the game little longer.
Come along, my friend" she went
on. This Is poor sport. hate
coward"
For an instant feared he would
heed her and go. and that would have
Obliged me to become the aggressor,
which / much preferred not to be
"A coward he laughed. and looked
ut me. You hear that. monsieur--a
coward" Then he put his hand on
her arm. ''You are quite right, my
dear: II IL poor sport" he said yet.
stay moment longer. shall forego
the o; her cuts and tear of his mask
instead
\ And permit him TO wear a sword?"
she Knocked. surely not. Why don't
you break it?"
"A charming suggestion. thank you.
You hear my lady's wish. monsieur"
he said TO me. and presenting his
blade at my breast will You yield
your sword or shnll he obliged to
take 1t from your"