The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1918-05-25

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"We win 60 Away NIkFy," She said
not be ihterfertd with OH know
/ them, better than yuu dO. They are
all cruel u Is The blood
That evening the Princess Iledwie
went unaEnouucvd 90 her grnndfather's
apartment, and demanded to be al.
lowed 10 cutter
A gentleman Ia waiting bowed deep
| ly. but stood before the door. "Yom
highncss must pardon my reminding
your hghness," he .snld firmly, that
no one may enter his majesty's pres
ence without permission"
"Thcn go H." said IIcdwig, In n
white rngc, "nnd get the permission"
The gentleman In waiting went In,
very deliberately, because his dignity
was outraged. The moment lie had
gone, however. IIedwig flung the door
open, and followed. stnndlng, figure
of. tragic defiance inside The heavy
curtains OF the kings bedroom.
There Is no use saying you won't
see me. grandfather. For here.l am"
They eyed cnch other. the one, II
must be todd II trille uncnally the
other desperately. Then Into the
kings eyes came n fash of admiration,
and Just n clcam of anuscmenf
$50 perceive" he said. Come
here. Hcdwlg."
A sister of charity was Standing by
the kings bed. She had cured for
him through many illnesses. In the
Intervals she retired 10 her cloistcr and
rend holy books aud scwed for the
poor.
The sister went out. her black habit
dragging. bat she did not sew. Sorue
Time later she heard bitter crying In
the royal bed chamber, and the kings
tones soothing now and very sud.
'"rhcre IL n higher duty than happl-
ness" he said. "'rherc are grenter
things than love. And one dny you
will know this
when she went IN Ilcdwig had gone,
ana the old king, lying In his bed, was
looking at the portrait of his dead
son.
The following morning the Countess
f.oschclI left for holiday. She had
the choice Of hut two alternatives To
do az she had been commanded. for 1t
amounted, To that, or tO die. The com.
mitfec would not Kill her, In cnse she
failed them. II would be unnecessary.
Enough that they place the letter and
the code In the hands of the author.
tiles. by some anonymous means. Wei
enough she knew the chancellor's In
ncxIbI. anger and the Archduchcss
Annunciata's cold rage. They would
sweep her awny with II gesture. nnd
she would die the death of all traitors
A week Time had been when n
week Of the dragging days Mt the pal
ace had seemed eternity. Now the
hours flew. The gold clock on her
dressing table gift from the arch
duchess. marked them with flying
hands.
During the afternoon came pack
age rnther unskillfully tied with gilt
cord. Opening II. The countess dis
closed glove box of wood, with de-
sign Of rather shaky vlolets burnt into
the cover. Inside was note:
| am very sorry you are sick This is
TO put your gloves In when You travel.
Please excuse the work | have done II
In a hurry,
FERDINAND WILLIAM OTTO.
Suddenly the countess laughed, chok-
Ing hysterlcal laughter that alarmed
Mnnn horrible laughter, which left
her paler than ever, and gnsplng.
The old castle of the Loscheks
looked grim and inhospltable when she
reached II that night. Built during the
years when the unhelleyer overran
southern Europe II stood In n com
mnndlng position over n valley, and a
steep, walled road led up to IL.
But Its ancient glory and good re-
pute departed, Its garrison gone, It's
drawbrldge and moat things Of the
past, its very hangings and furnish
Ings molderlng from long neglect, II
hung over the valley, past menace,
an empty thsept'
Ito We continued)