Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-05-11

JOSeL III MlCldcl\S mousse. - lie OlQ not
interrupt the silence that followed.
two kinsmen he had no part.
Danilo L%esendra's voice ended the
pause, with a phrase in the strange,
softly cultural language.
"Dozvolites mi-visosti!"
Stefan Balsic rose N laid his
hand OF the officers shoulder, look
ing down into the ardent face and
steady, loyal eyes. Perhaps he saw
more deeply than he had ever before
cared to penetrate, measuring not
the service, but the devotion that Of
'graveScoldness of his face, and vague
doubt that was not%of Lesendra, but
Of himself. -,
Co" he accorded the request, and
hesitated.
For the first time in this house
Rupert witnessed the old Monte
negrin salute from man TO man;
Count Balsic stopped and kissed his
young k1nsman's cheek. But the
American could-not know it was also
o the first time in Danilo Lesendra's
lie. - .
1%1n the courtyard below. Rupert re-
Joined Lesendra, a few moments
later. Count Balsic had retired to
his own rooms Immediately after the
officers departure.
ut amt according to my hand
book on etiquette to leave without
im~personally disappearing. I'm
here to recite my half: good lucS!"
Lesendra laughed, gripping the Of
fered hand. He was fushed; his
b~lue-black eyes were at once fire.
bright and very soft. He had the APP
1earaace Of one profoundly and hap
PLY excited
"Thank you" he acknowledged.
"1AisteH Rupert; when I return
from no pleasant errand!-there will
follow an end to all this turmoil and
ugly work. Our army is purchasing
two aeroplanes-.I shall ask to be APP
shall go, Q with our Long Island
lessons, It viii be good 10 have
sport instead, of intrigued" He drew
a deep breath of the mountain air.
"Good-by, mon ami"
Rupert, detained the hand in his,
checking the departure. Comprc-
hending the American had more in
mind than the. compliments Of leave
taking, Lesendra flung his arm across
the neck OF his horse and waited. one
foot in the stirrup and his fair head
go oh~h. u6allISI lllC amman s
wind-tossed black nfane.
When they held the Paris to
Rome endurance flight. 1 was picked
gut as having yellow streaks, for the
only time" drawled the aviator. ct
occurred to somebody that he could
make%a pot Of money by paying me
to throw down my people by queer
Ing my machine and quitting early in
thes a The j forgot to tell me
his name-maybe l didn't give him
time. But I identified him without
taking, any thumb-prints when Imet
Mr.. Michael Balsic. I amt denying
may be lprejudiced about him. I
just Want<to let you know, il you're
entering against him., that he ain'f
specially likely to keep racing rules
IN the game, and his notion or Z
straight line Is the hole bored by a
corkscrew." j..
glance. -
II Will tell you. something, Rupert.
Long ago Michael struck me, TO the
neart. ] have a superstition: the last
blow will be mine"
IT amt demonstrated that the
next one will be the last" was the
brief retort There's room between
i9r trouble without contradictin9 the
tortune-te1ler any"
The horse plunged with impatient
irettlng to be OF. LeSendra iswafna
himself into the baddle with a. lasi
gay salute, and was gone. Rupert
walked to the gate and watched the
ontcer gallop down the road.l a gift
tering point Of color and movement
against the gray hills.