The Washington times., 1913-05-25
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
The Fighting Blade
Copyright. 1919. Frank A. Munsey Company f,
By BEULAHMARIE DIl

! hand and found ii, and for 4 second
pressed it to his cheek.
"Liebes Herzlein"' he said. beneath
his breath.
II wish" she chided sadly, that thou
wouldst speak In English
Twelve o. the clock and midnight!
The easements creaked under the lash
of the wind-driven rain. On the hearth
the shoveiful OF herbs still smoked and
the reek of them was neavy IN the
1 pom the sight of Thomsine, wakesul
how many hours already, waKeful as
she felt she must be for so many tor
tured hours to come, doomed Joan Lay
cock. risen from her great chair.
'Is that lad waking or no?" Joan
whispered sternly.
The coverlet stirred.
II am waking" spoke Won Ke-eten-
brock, as he swung himself lightly to
the edge of the bed.
The hour hath but Just struck"
well, welll 'Tis a FOOLS peril thou
dost run upon"
mo peril" said he, and more, guess.
ed Thomsine, for her ear than Joan's.
mo sentinels are set beneath this
roof, as thou hast made me to know.
can forth from this house. and then
the rest Is easy"
He held out his hand. God speed
thee well. old Joan"
He owed her much BY right he
0uOulQ nave AlSSeQ nCT, Will respect
But he did not, for he had no chance.
Instead Joan kissed him, squarely.
That. at least. she was little able to
explain afterward on the score Of his
politics; She scuttled back to her chair
In the dim firelight Won Kersten-
brock laid hand on Thomsine's hand.
"Lebe wohl! Eternally God keep thee.
liebe kleine Vixen!'
Her hands clung. Her gasping lips
could shape no sound.
A second thus. and then befell what
she might well have known was sure to
TALL. Honestly he had strtven with
himself. But the man was only man.
and he went. as he best knew perhaps
He swooped to her suddenly. and on
the wind OF his impetus she rose to her
knees upon the bed. His arms were
around her. Her breast was strained
against his yearning body.
She sensed that waves were thunder
ing over her. that flames rose SUMO.
eating around her. She felt his lips hot
upon her throat her cheek.
"Carisford," the thought flashed
through her mind. "Carisford Kissed
Srhou art miner his voice thickened,
with his HIPS against her lips. Little
sweet Vixen, mine! No other man shall
take three. Mine. and my wife this
hour, AZ God looks on US.
Mine, as men snail see, Wnen come
to thee again. Little, dear heart of my
heart! Say the words, Let me hear
thee say: I am thy wife,"
"Thy wife!" she whispered. unresist-
ing. Does q straw resist when 1t Is
whirled on a stream in spatc?
And my love: Herzallerliebste! Let
me hear thee say it!'
"Thy love-only thine-all to thee,
Karlchen-my karlchen"
She laid her arms about his neck. She
drew him down. Her hands were on his
tumbled hair. She felt the roughness of
his unshaven face against her breast.
She raised her eyes to the dark above
her.
20 Godr' she dumbly prayed. "If
could hold him thus. against my heart,
forever!"
Out yonder the rain. and the dark.
sGod keep thee. liebe Kleine! Mein
Liebling!"
That last kiss was long.
! She dropped from his arms and lay
trembling among the pillows. She saw
his noiseiess. slight figure. panther wise,
tread toward the door.
yet but q moment" she ionged to
stay him. 80 my love out Of dreams.
But a moment yeti"
She cienched back the cry upon her
lips. She saw the door open on the
biackness of the corridor.
Did she dream that, even on the edge
of peril, his face had whitley turned TO
her again? Without a sound she saw
the door close upon him.
A Centfnuation Of This Story VIII
he Found In TomOrr0W's
lsaue Of The TImes.