Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-11-13

10 Bnxiand and spares their lives. Ad.
init his generosity, dear lady. He viii
be very kind to you for my sake"
Esllony was Romany Of Romantics,
tan, dark-sysd gypsy, slim and
graceful, and musician IN every
thought and act Of his life. He wore
. dark suit Of serge. a broad-brimmed
hat, and bright blue scarf about his
waist. With him were three others;
one . very III man dressed in a b.
sarre fashion Of the East, and at no
pains to adapt It to tho conventions Of
the West; the rest, dark-visaged, far
from amiable-looking fellows, who
might never have smiled in all their
lives. Zallony remained prince
among them. He bowed low to Eve
lyn and instantly struck up = lively
air, which the others took up with
that nerve and spirit 80 Characteristic
OF Eastern musicians. When they had
finished. Evelyn found herself thank
ing them warmly. They had no Eng.
lish, and could only answer her with
repeated smiles.
How did these people come hereT
she asked the Count. ~ they began
to walk slowly toward the woods.
His reply found him once more tell
ing the truth and astoundsd, perhaps.
at the ease Of strange employment.
by the railway and the sea, Lady
Evelyn They are my watch-dogs-
you would call them that in England.
oh. yes. am timid traveller. like
to hear these fellows barking in the
woods. 30 much they love me that II
I were in prison they would pull down
the walls to get me out. Your father,
my lord, does not forbid them to pitch
their tents in his park. Why should
he? I am his guest and shall be q
long time In this country. perhaps.
These fellows are not accustomed to
live in houses. Dig them q cave and
they will make themselves happy
they are sons of tents and the hills;
men who know how to live and how
to die. The story Of Roumania has
written the name of zallony's father
in golden letters. He fought for our
country against the Russians who
would have stolen our liberty from us.
To this day the Ministry at Peters
burg would hang his son II he was so
very foolish as to visit that unfortu-
nate country. Truly. Zallony has
many who love him not-he Is fortu.
nate. Lady Evelyn that your father
is not among the number"
He meant her to ask him question
and she did not finch from II.
why should my father have any
opinions upon the matter? Are these
people known to him also?"
my dear lady in Roumania, TWEEN.
ty years ago, the bravest men, the big
gest hearts, were at Zallony's COM
mand. His regiment OF hussars was
the finest that the world has ever
seen. Bucharest made 1t fashion to
send young men secretly to its ranks.
The name of Zallony' stood for a
brotherhood of men not soldiers only.
but those sworn to fidelity upon the
Cross; to serve each other faithfully,
to hold all things in common-the poor
devils, how little they had to hold
such were Zallony's hussars. Lady,
your father and my father served to-
gether in the ranks; they took COM
mon oath-they rode the hills, lived
wild nights on desolate mountains,
shared good fortune and Ill, until an
unlucky day when woman came be-
tween them and brotherhood was no
more. l was such a little fellow then
that l could not lift the sword they
put into my hands; but they filed my
body up with wine and rode my pony
after them, many day that shall nev.
er be forgotten. This Is to tell you
that my mother, little wild girl OF
the Carpathians, died the year was
born. Her do not remember
thing to be regretted for who may say
what mothers memory may not do
for that man who will let 1t be his
guiding star. did not know her,
Lady Evelyn. When they carried my
father to prison, the priests took
charge Of me and filled my head with
their stories OF peace and goodwill
the head of one who had ridden with
Zallony on the hills and heard the
call to arms as soon as he could any.
thing at all. They told me that my
father was dead-fve years ago l
learned that he lived. Lady Evelyn.
he is prisoner, and have come to
England to give him liberty"
He looked at her, waiting for a sec
ond question, nor did she disappoint
him.
Can my father help you to do that,
Count"
my dear lady. consider his posi-
ton. An English noble, bearing his
honored name; the master of great
riches-what cannot he do II he will?
Let him say but one word to my Gov.
ernment and the affair Is done.
shall see my dear father again--the
world will be new world for me.
My lord has but to speak,"
"Is 1t possible that he could hest.
/ tate?"
"All things are possible where hu.
man folly is concerned"
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