The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1916-01-14

whom they had confidence, and the
man who had confidence In himself.
With such an adversary King Michael,
or even the stouter soul now at his
side, might we'll find pause.
Soon it will be indeed too late, your
majesty" exclaimed Count Frederick
Conceive must find some safety in
the inner chambers of the palace.
Luckily 1t was built for precisely such
crisis as this in its fate. Come,
mademoiselle. your hand, quick. Your
majesty. it is not beneath your dig
nifty to hasten now"
Pursued by vague noines Of combat
tAnd by countless vague fears conjured
up by their surroundings, deep in the
hidden Businesses, they went on until
at length they were far below the
level OF the rooms devoted to the usual
purposes of the daily life of the palace.
Below them, before them, all was dark
ness and gloom. They were we'll
among the subterranean dungeons
which had held SO long their secrets
against all corners.
Michael was the prey of yet added
apprehensions as he found himself
thus leaving the light Of day and ven
| turing among these regions whose ira
ditions held them 80 potent in ter
| ror for the human mind as once they
| had offered terrors to the human body.
| Yet he could do no more than follow
! the guidance OF the holder mind which
| now led on.
They were followed in some part
| by the refugees of the palace, as anx-
| ious as themselves to find some ref
uge. So at length they halted in an
| abiding place which for the time at
! least was silent-a deep dungeon
where light and sound alike were cut
| off. Such had been their haste that
| all were well-nigh exhausted-Mi-
chael spent most Of all and voicing
most of all the babbling of his NOR
| tai anguish. Thus circumstanced,
they found such places of rest as
offered and waited for what might
come.
| Meanwhile the relentless Sachio was
searching some entrance into the pal
ace, the hiding place of his enemies,
and, as he supposed, also OF the wom-
an whom gladly he would have called
his friend-the woman whom he
feared most of all.
| Break in the door, men," he cried
Smash in any window. Enter, in the
name Of our own king. We have them
defeated now, and they must not es-
cape-they are trapped here, and we
will soon have them in our hands,"
| His men obeyed. There came soon
the splintering of wood, the crashing
of glass at the palace windows. Be-
fore many moments had passed the
legions Of Grahoffen were pouring
through the breach and overrunning
the interior of the palace. Sachio,
with some hurried instructions to an
aide, led on the advance. All through
the upper portion Of the palace the
echo of hurrying footsteps resounded.
They are coming" said Kitty at
length quietly to her companions.
They have taken the palace. We can
| not escape. This must be the end.
They will have us out now at any
COST"
What shall we do? Where shall
we hide? What will become of me?"
| walled Michael. Save me, Frederick,
save me. What shall do?"
You shall keep silent, your ma
jesty, if you please. You can go no.
where better than this. l will do
| what l can," rejoined Frederick. Most
beloved majesty, you, are in hard
case, but pray you, trouble us not too
much III the work of doing what we
can for your majesty and ourselves"
Trying now this door, now that, ad-
vancing, receding, the men of Ora
hoffen came on. They filed up the
corridors, all the reception halls of
the front and rear of the Gretzhoffen
| palace. Count Sachio, his king, his
leaders and their soldiers-all now
Joined in the last dash upon what they
thought to be the finish of their en-
emy's last citadel.
Aloof and apart, concealed for the
time in the remote cell which had re-
ceived them, Count Frederick and his
companions hoped against hope for
yet little while, but hoped in vain.
Again came the crashing of doors, the
rush of feet on the stone floors. Use
less to contend against their numbers
the last door was broken through.
Discovered, surrounded, trapped,
Count Frederick and his companions
faced their assailants.
So" laughed Sachio, as he stood
painting but triumphant, after his last
attack. so, at last You have run
far, my friends, and lodged us very
nimbly. Where shall you go now, my
good count-where shall you go, my
pretty one-and you, your august ma
jesty of Gretzhoffen, before whom /
must tremble-what Is the next place
of retreat fer your"
His taunt had truth under it. The
last card seemed to have been played,
| and played to an awful loss. There
seemed to be no further retreat; the
little resistance which Frederick and
Kitty could ofrer would serve for