Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-05-01

been cast up by 1t as more gracious
currents were said to part for undine
or naiad. But by the stringed In.
strument hung, across the figures
shoulder. she identified the Bosnian
of the gusla.
ut is wicked" Lesendra's voice
struck oddly in accord with hers>own
h%alf-defned thoughts. Countess, it
is like an intriguing mind. Tell me,
who Of all women should a boy re-
spect most, If the man is to trust
His mother
Sixteen years ago, when I was q
boy of nine, my father was killed by
the outlaws Of the Prokletze-the
Mountains of the Damned My
mother was a Russian. She returned
to her W country and married
again, an Officer Of the secret police.
Understand me. madame; she was
not wicked, but weak and easily led.
I adored her as a boy will. We lived
without an hours breach between us
and fond of pleasure. So was 1.
Zone day I came home to find a
guest in the house, 5whona my moth
er presented as a cousin from Mon
tenegro. He was not much older
than l.. exceedingly handsome and
winning AL ilhl1ilSIs ~ my Al SLGYI6LuCr
and he appeared to know each other
intimately, and to have known each
other long"
He paused. looking down at the
falls. The girl caught a branch of
the glistening vine; she OWNED the
name he would not speak; there was
something like defiance in the gaze
she fixed upon him. 7
ut was my mother who reminded
rme that, I was a Montenegrin, not q
Russian, and it was but HONORABLE
allegiance and military service. She
suggested I write to my kinsman, the
head of my house, Stefan Balsic,
telling him my wish and asking to be
placed with him. I did so. with an
enthusiasm famed by u Monte
negrin guest.
Count Balsic answered my letter
kindly and with approval. He bade
me come to him at ice OF course,
I obeyed. My mother exacted two
promises from me, in the pain Of our
our guest, who belonged to a branch
of the family Count Balsic unreason-
ably disliked; and I was to write FREE
quently to her, write in detail Of my
daily life, our. in-comings and out
goings. 1t would be the next thing to
living together, h said.
$50 I came here. And with the
first breath of this air I dropped the
ten Russian years from my life and
was again the ardent, war-dreaming
boy who had seen his father die for
Crnagora and planned the same
death for himself. / looked at Stefan
Balsic, and saw in him a second to
that prince whom men once called
the Sword Of Montegro. ~
II think now that Count Balsic
i knew from The first Of his enemy's
presence in my home, and did not
wholly. trust me. He brought me to
the King at Cetinje and, native as !
was, 7 toe the oath of allegiance. !
was more than willing; happier than
I a ever been in my life. Out of
that happiness I wrote to my mother.
Indeed, at her suggestion I kept a
journal of all the NOVELETTE, and serv-
ice; of where I accompanied my
chief. our visitors-all the trifies
youth finds absorbing. This I sent to
her every week. She wrote that ]
made. her prize my love more than
when J. was beside her; that she ex-
listed for my letters.
AT the end Of three months came
the ruin. Count Balsic sent for me,
one morning, and laid before me the
pile of journals. His enemy and my