Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-05-04

SHSS, INV oAe llAOuSHI Ol LeSeNQFd.
He was so young: even younger than
Michael; was it, fair to bind him?
Wa 1t SO sure that he would never
know love except for Stefan Balsic?
God Will send the beggar aHjewel to
glVe"-Would Lesendra spend all the
years to come in searching for that
supreme gift! of gratitude?
How many men paid such debts at
all: or at%best but ~perfunctorily De-
light fell to musing of her own ac-
count with "a prick of shame and
owed. not gratitude for mere justice,
but gratitude for love, for guardian
ship. for tenderness of thought and
pleasures given! She remembered
ahow she had left her uncle and aunt
at Tours. deserted them secretly,
leaving a bare statement that she
was going to marry the man, she
loved. Did they not love her; deserve
better of her than that? No wonder
they opposed her marriage to Mi
chael. If they had heard the false re-
ports Of himSwhich reached her here.
Not loving him, they believed, as did
Count Balsic and Danilo Lesendra-
the girl shivered with a chill doubt.
Did no one except herself believe Mi
|chael worthy of trust? Back across
her heart flowed the sickness of
dread with which she had listened to
Lesesndra's own story as it seemed to
draw one. mans figure against the
sordid background of treachery and
avarice. The portrait had failed. ac-
.cording to Lesendra's word. What if
he had not told her the truth? While
she struggled against the thought as
if it were a physical oppression, there
came to Delights hearing a faint
dragging sound, the swish of soft
material brushing stone. She srecog-
nized the shuttle of the Bosnian's
slippered feet past her door; as if
there e no wall between She saw
the man glide through the castle, his
half-lowered eyes like darkened
things, his ( step Whispering under
cover Of the iMontenegrins' frank,
martial tread as he stole about his
secret errands.
Gasping for breath, Delight stood
"Irenya, she urged feverishly.
"1renya, sing to me-tell me a story.
l do not want to Think
Irenya smiled with her unsurprised
a%miability. !
Certainly. Countess Delice. I will
Ivan, who gathered the men of
.Crnagora in the valley. and swore
them to guard the Black Mountains
freedom themselves, with their chill
.dren and children's> children, forever
And the oath has been kept. know
the songs aof Mirko Petrovitch. and
the legend of ~Iskanderbeg. But he
was an Albanian although q Chris
tian as WEI.
The American sat down again, but
not e a the outer door. She did not
wa Mt IN tia f1okfo1I ~ IL. -S-f
from SarajevO. She chose one;of the
divans on the opposite side Of the
room, and rested her aching head on
the cushions:
Irenya's voice was deep central
to; not the amber-clear voice Of
opera, butEthat other c~ontralto which
is roughened too unsteady Tor
h~oarseDess, yet suggests@the thicken-
Cd ms ct passion or grief. To hear
heT sing was like discovering 4 sec
ond personality. 80 little Did her; mus4
The melodies VIVID, vet simple
and touching ;4as all ~folk-songss that
lie at the heart OF q people. 10 De-
light the heart 4Was audible In them.
beating like a pulse. But today the
music did not quiet her: instead. il
was like = cry In her ears. q
IslhegSSoflg ended abruptly with
sudden sciatfer Ind excitement In the
courtyard below. a messenger had.
ridden 4 Deltght heard voices re-
peatfng The phrase she had learned
tofrecognfEe a. Stefan Balsic's title,
andsthegstam ~ aIh0rse;s hoofs IN,
the stone pavement. Irepya ran
TO the balcony. and the American
slowly followed An time to glimpse a
Swarthy giant whose face 1aS Rrav
with dust and yet with heat I and
haste. % he sslipped from his horse
and entered the castle.
III VIII sins again. Countess
III Not no64hank YOU. dear W..
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shajla Illbtan Nth my heart Hut
stories please: rather wouid.
hear 81 agtopnobtles which race to-
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RSEGS NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.