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Show J3y 5 R; Ct&CKEZTTts4ificr of TfieRttfdafa&o -- "I would I could claim the honor.' said Werner the chief captain; bu truly the matter came from Maurice von Lynar, the Dane. It is to hD mother, who after the death of th Count - von Lynar continued to d in a secret strength on the shore, that we are conductin Grace! "Maurice von Lynar? He re, Joan, astonished. Castle Kernsberg then? said Werner, rel Aye, her tone, he will take y when danger comes. In mo light or at dusk lie makes no: a Ijuly Duchess, and, i sword hand is brisk enough, town be I alien, better that you be found in Castle Kernsb the thing not well invented, m: Werner looked up hopeful! thought he had pleaded his Traitor! supplanter! cri Indignantly; "this Dane in my 100, by S. R. CrodcetLJ to ride a reconnaissance to ascertain CHAPTER XIII. whether the advancing enemy had cut Kernberg off towards the north. On Joan Stand Within Her Danger. So 0011 as Werner von Orselu re- this matter Von Orseln thought that turned to Caetle Kernsberg with newa her Highness had belter judge for herof the forcing of the Alla and the self. Here at last was something to overwhelming numbers of the Musco- be done. It was almost like the old d Duchess of foraying days, but now in a more desvite hordes, the Hohensteln became once more Joan perate cause. No one In all Castle Kernsberg was of the Sword Hand. The invading arm, must have num- to know of the departure of this cavbered thirty tlajusand, at least. There alcade. The Sparhawk was appointed were, all told, about two thousand In to command during Von Oratin' abcould sence. Ten men only wore to go, and Kernsberg. Von Orseln, Indeed, more. they these picked and sifted riders cnosen .Nay, raised easily have would have come in of themselves by because' of their powers of silence-a- nil because, being unmarried, they hundreds to light for their Duchess, but the little town couldi not feed bad no wives to worm secrets out of them. more. Joan and her chief captain rode on and Peter Orseln von When Werner Ralta met the Invader at the fords of ahead, Von Orseln glancing keenly the Alla, Maurice von Dynar and Alt about him, and Joan riding free and Pikker had remained with Joan, nomi- careless, as In old days when she overpassed the Mils to drive a prey from nally to assist her dispositions, but imthe lands of her father's enemies. the check a upon really to form It was grey morning when they petuosity of her temper. Now Von Orseln was back again. came to a goatherd's hut at the top The fords of the Alla were forced, and of the green valley. Already they the lighting strength of Kernsberg had passed the bounda of Hohensteln united Itself in the Eagle's Nest to by half a dozen miles. The goatherd had led bla light skipping train to the make its final stand. hills for the day, and the rude and there on ramparts the Aloft highest was a terrace walk which the Spar-haw- chaotic remains of his breakfast were much affected, specially when he still on the table. Boris and Jorlan was on guard at night. It looked tow- cleared these away, and, with the ards the east, and from it the first trained alacrity of seasoned men at a glimpse of the Courtlanders would be arms, they placed before the party breakfast prepared with speed out of obtained. with them Presently the chief captain's step which they had brought and those things which they had was heard on the stone turnpike. in the Ha, Bparhawk," he cried, this is found to their band by foraging VB! , sliced of the have not we cottage goatherd could Werner von Oraeln, will you obey cold cheer! Why dried in neate the a smoke, tongue me?" talked comfortably in hall, with bread of line wheat which Jorlan bad I will hang him from the higheet winbeaker of mead at one's elbow T" I wanted to speak with you on a carried all the way in a net at his sad- dow in the Caatle of Kernsberg, If dle bow. Boris had charge of the ever I win back to mine own again. matter we cannot mention elsewhere, wine skins, and upon a ahelf above said Maurice von Lynar. My lady, said Werner, gently and How long can we hold out if they the door they found a great butter pot respectfully, your servant Von Lynar full of freshly made curded goat's bade me tell you that be would as besiege us? Two months, certainly with luck, milk, very delicious both to taste and faithfully and loyally take your place smell. now as he did on a former, occasion! three! Of these things they ate and drank And what of the Duchess Joan?" "Ah, said Joan, smiling wanly with largely, Joan and Von Orseln being to- a quick change of mood, I hope he persisted the young man. "Why, in the same time she will be gether at the upper end of the table. will be more ready to give up his dead or wed!" said Von Orseln, with Boris and Jorlan had to alt with them, privileges on this occasion than on an affectation of carelessness easily though much agalnht their wills, be- that! ing (spite of their sweethearts) more She was thinking of the Princess seed through. "We must get her away to a place accustomed to the company of honest Margaret and the heritage of trouble of safety, said 'the young man. Von men at arms than to the practice of upon which, as the Count von Loen, dainty eating in ladies' society. she had caused the Sparhawk to enter. Orseln laughed. Soon Joan of the Sword Hand rose Then a new thought seemed to Get her? Who would persuade or n to her feet, for the at arms strike her. compel our lady? Whither would she "But my nurse and my women how go? Would she be safer there than had few words to say. "Let us now mount and ride home- can he keep the imposture secret? He here? Would the Courtlander not find hours that there ward, she said, there are no enemy mty pass before the stupid eyes of out in twenty-fou- r " Sword Hand in to be found on this northerly road. men. But they of Joan the was ,no We shall be more fortunate upon They have been sent out of harms Kernsberg, and follow her trail P' We must persuade her capture another occasion. way into- Plassenhurff. There Is tttf Then Werner von Orseln nerved a woman born of woman in all the her, compel her, if necessary. Kerns-ber- g cannot for long hold out against himself for a battle more serious Castle of Kernsberg! Yes, mused Joan, 1 have Indeed both the Muscovite and the Court- than any be had ever fought at the elbow of Henry the Lion of Hohen- been fairly cozened. I gave that orlander. der also by the Dane's advice. Well, What? Capture Joan of the Sword steln. My lady, he said, standing up and let him have his run. We will reeve Hand and carry her off? The mead busses in the boys bead. He grows bowing gravely before her, you see him, a firm collar of hemp at the end dotty with anxiety and too much hard here eleven men who love you far of it, and maybe for Werner von Orabove their lives, of whom I am the seln also, as a traitor alike to his ale." "Von Orseln, said the youth, with chief. Two others also there are, bread and his mistress. Till then I simple earnestness, hot heeding his who, though not of our nation, are in hope you will both enjoy playing your taunts, I have thought deeply. I see heart Joined to ua, especially in this parts. " The chief captain bowed. no way out of It but this. Our lady thing that we have done. With all I am content, my lady, he said rewill eagerly go on reconnaissance if respect, your Highness cannot go you represent it as necessary. You back. We have come out, not to spectfully. Now, good jailers all, cried Joan, must take ten good men and ride make a reconnaissance, but to put north, far north, even to the edges of your Grace in a place of safety till the lead on. I will follow. Or would you the Baltic, to a place I know of, which storm blows over. prefer to carry me with you hand The Duchess had slowly risen to cuffed and chained? I will go with none but I and one other can find. There, with a few trusty fellows to her feet, with her hand on the a word yon in what fashion seemeth good to my masters! guard her, she will be safe till the which swung at her belt She paused and looked around the You have suddenly gone mad, Werpush of the times is over. But how, said Von Orseln, medi- ner! she said; let us have no more little goatherd's hut. Only. she said, nodding her head, tating, will you prevent her absence of this. I bid you mount and ride. being known? The passage of so Back to Kernsberg, I say! Ye are not I warn you I will take' my own time large a party may easily be traced and such fools and traitors as to deliver and manner of coming beck! There was a deep silence as the remembered. Though our folk are the maiden Castle, the Eagle's Nest f true enough and loyal enough, sooner Hohensteln, into the hands of our ene- men drew their belts tighter and preor later what is known in the Castle mies? pared to mount and depart. said Von Orsaln, looking (To he continued.) Is known In the town, and what is Nay, steadily upon the ground, that will we HER FIGURE HER FORTUNE. not do. Kernsberg la la good hands, and will fight bravely. But we cannot hold out with our few folk and scanty Womanly Vanity That Makes Fine Arms a Valuable Asset. provender against the leaguer of It was at a recepthirty thousand. Nevertheless we will not permit you to sacrifice yourself tion, where the writers and artists for our sakes or for the sake of the were wondering who had money and the other half were wondering what women and children of the city. man or queer-l- y this or that Joan drew her sword. dressed woman did. The stranger Werner von Orseln, will you obey me. or must I slay you with my guest sat in a corner and asked questions abont everybody, wondering at hand? she cried. The chief captain yet further bowed the queer assortment of would-bes- . and all the and his head and abased his eyes. We have thought also of this, he At length a woman of middle age but Me you may kill, but superb figure entered. made answer. I Well, who is she?" he asked. these that are with me will defend believe she does anything.1 dont not themselves, though they will Oh. doesnt she? She makes s lot strike one they love more than their lives. But tian by man we have of money. Don't you notice what a sworn to do this thing. At all hazards tanning figure she has? The man admitted that he had "obyou must abide in our hands till the It. served danger is overpast. For me (this he "Surely not an artists model? ho added In a deeper tone). I am your immediate officer. There Is none to exclaimed. Not exactly, hut she poses for tho come between us. It is your right to at a fashionable photograrefigure me if Mine is the will. you What? Capture Joan of the Sword slay Hand and carry her off!" sponsibility for this deed, though pher's. "But not In the known in the town becomes known to the design was not mine. Here Is my Of course not. But you know lots with chief sword. fiay your the enemy! captain woud-h- e who get their picMaurice von Lynar leaned forward it if yu will. He has faithfully of are sadly larktures in the magazines for served house whisyour towards his chief captain and years. TIs perhaps time he rested ing In fine v figures and especially pered a few words In his ear. smooth necks and statuesque arms. Ah!" he said, and nodded. Then, now." And with these words Werner von Hors ire simply perfect and she after a pause for thought, he added, "That is none so ill thought on for a Orseln took his sword by the pojnt poses for the figure and the the clever photographer fastens on the beardless younker! I will think it and offered the hilt to his mistress. JoztT of the Sword Hand shook with other woman's head, and everybody over, sleep on it. and tell you my opinDon't you ever tell, At any rate." the mingled passion and helplessness, and Is delighted. ion though, for nobody is supposed to chief captain growled to himself, you her eyes were dark and trouhled. Put up your blade, she said, strik- know." New York Sun. have a pretty part set for me. I may I Has Two Noms de Plume. shall ing the hilt with her hand; if you forthwith order my shroud. have not deserved death, no more waver be able to face my lady again! Slbylle Gahrielle Marie Antoinette have I deserved this! But you said de Rlquette de Miraliean. Countess da The Duchess Joan was in high that the design was not yours. Who, Martel! de JanvUle. writes under of 'Gyp" Illustrates spirits. It had been Judged necessary. then, has dared to pin' against he pseudonym :'"i-,c,r?" f Rot-der t In consolation with her chief offlesrs. liberty of Joe.r f ICojiyilsht, S9S, - sad-eye- k to-wit- CHAPTER Villi A Pair of Bhouldsrs. It cannot be denied that Constano preferred to think of her husband a dead rather than untrue to her; and, as wishes tint ones thoughts daily, and entill the color becomes strong ' during after a time, so Constance, chose to think of herself as a widow a widow bereft of her husband, who had died in the discharge of his duty, THE MISSING MAN By MARY R. P. HATCH Author of Tho Bank Tragedy Copyright, , 1HVS, by Loo and Hliopord dale with three other Italians," said CHAPTER VII Continued. "So you s'je," concluded Tony at the the bosa, walking with Swan to a little close, HaiJlltou Is as great a scamp distance. They went acroathe river d few breath, or he Is what for liquor, and the boat upset and they him to be, a thoroughly were all drowned. t man. What, sort of a man was Pierre? The worst of the ga.ig, said the y Bruce took the first tack. boss. They are a murderous set, too. you want me to take the I would not have them, but the corporation get them cheap and they nodded. work well. The four men that were 1, if I have got to handle the drowned were burled In the dump by Im sorry he went off in com-1t- h the others without any more ceremony a woman. Women play the than would go to the covering up of with men, even the more decent a dead horse. I tried to have them make a box, but they would not until ell, it never has been proved that I threatened them with a discharge. went far with her. They made two, at last, and put two But he knew her, It seems; and men In each and buried them so. ich a woman was known as Ashleys They are a bad lot Ife In Valparaiso. "Would they kill a man, do you "Coincidences are more common think? than people think. I've been struck Yes, If they were not afraid cf by them twice lately. I dont read the being found out. They value life no Bible as often as I ought, but twice more than a pebble. As can easily be Imagined, Swans lately, Sunday morning. I have read a few verses, and on going to church investigations were made-- ' with im the minister would read the same for a mense difficulty, the Italians retreat morning lesson. Now, I say. considering into ignorance, either real or asing how many verses the Bible con- sumed, as a turtle does to its shell, tains, these two incidents are more whenever the questioning grew troustriking than the single one of Hamil- blesome. But at last 8wsn became tons riding on the train with a wom- convinced that they really knew very an who has since been proved to be little about the matter, his practiced connected with a bank defaulter in eyes discerning no signs of actual the West. You havent considered, guilt, and he was forced to believe that said Tony, shrewdly, either, that if any of the gang assaulted Hamilton Bruce was led to Ashley by the clew it must have been Pierre and his comfurnished by her emerald hair. panions who were drowned, end this That Is something worth looking was the opinion of the boss. at. Sometimes a wrong starting point By dint of vigorous questioning, consets people on wild goose chases. sulting with the boss and other laborSwan, who was one of the brightest ers, Swan discovered that the place men in the profession, took up the where Pierre said he found the button matter with great enthusiasm after he was at or near the spot where the talked with Constance. cap was found, and that the Friday If he is not innocent he ought to be before the drowning of Pierre and bis for her sake, he said to Tony. companions was the 24th of May. As it transpired the search was not Here was something definite, but as long as he anticipated, for, although seemingly of but little consequence. the direct line of railroad was No amount of Investigation could hard-hearte- , ex-me- n long-lialre- d ty ' ft-t- " and doubly a martyr, since his townsmen denied hlin his dues of honor, but Instead covered his remains with obloquy. She did not wear the widow crepp, though she considered well before eschewing it, but the deepest, most sombre blackj and her children she dressed In black and white. No one was enough to question her course, though her uncle privately considered It a foolish one. A branch of a famous marble business had recently been opened in Grovedale, and though Mr. Allen, tho manager, had been but a few weeks In town, the time was quite long enough for him to become conversant with the history of the savings bank cashier, and to know Mrs. Hamilton well by sight. He was somewhat mystified, therefore, by her coming to him to consult about procuring a monument to place over the remains of her husband. I wish something to be set as noon as the spring opens; something plain, yet rich and elegant. "But ah is it quite sure that your lamented husband is dead, Mrs. Hamilton?" There Is no doubt of it, sir; non whatever. Mr. Allen without a word placed before her some cuts representing th different styles in Scotch granite and Italian marble, and she finally chose one of the finest marble with granite base. I wish the inscription to be very Just his name. simple," she said. Vane Hamilton. Very chaste, madam, both th monument and Inscription. It shall b cut as soon as possible, and set up in the spring as soon as the frost is out of the ground. Thank you," she said. Oh, Vane, Vane!" was the cry of her heart, as she walked home. I may not put th inscription on the marble, hut on my heart are engraved a million loving words." Mrs. Hamilton and her two children always attended the Congregational church. Constance took a very strong interest In religious matters; Indeed, religion and love for her children wer the only subjects unimpaired by her trouble, and these were more intense. Therefore she never entered the church without glancing in the direction of the mill people's pew to see if they were as well filled or better than usual. On the occasion of which I write, the 'one following the day when he had chosen her monument, as sh entered she glanced that way as usual, and for a moment her heart stood still. Then it gave a tempestuous bound. Constance never paused, but, with flushed cheeks and startled eyes, walked up the aisle to her own seat, and the minister laid open the big Bible, adjusted the king velvet bookmark laden with Maltese and Roman crosses (Mrs. Hamilton's gift to th church), and began reading with voice the morning lesson. But he could not prevent his heart from recognizing the pink flush on one woman's face and the fact that it made her marvelously beautiful. And what occasioned it? Only pair of shoulders in the mill people's pew; a pair of shoulders of square cut, yet peculiar mould, that reminded her instautly of her husband. Nothing else. loss, than nothing else, for the head above them was covered with dark, almost black hair, and her husband's was a golden brown ot light shade. (To be continued.) d ed dew. Too much further to plete, a branch road was in process ot bring forward anything construction about fifty miles distant, throw light on the matter, and Swan and a gang of Italians, presumably the was forced at last to go back to Grove-dalwith the modicum of information same, were at work on it under the same boss employed while engaged couched In the above words. on the Grovedale line. The boss could Well, that is something, said talk a little Italian, but not so perfect- Tony, when told of it. Too much clew; two buttons, mates ly as to warrant the expectation that they could be made to understand an and a cap, all marked, are too much. I intricate matter like the one now pre- am suspicious of them. It does look a little that way, but I sented. But at last a confused inkling of it seemed to have penetrated the am certain of one thing. What Is that?" mind of one of the Italians, for, with a It was Hamilton who came to the look of malice, he pointed to another bank. at work not far distant, saying, button golV" Then he may hare planned the Does he mean that the other one matter to look like suicide; probably has a little gold button? asked Swan. did. If he. ran away with another woman. Or if Innocent, he was fol"Yea, I think so, said the boss. The detective took from his pocket lowed, robbed, button and cap left on the gold one marked V. which Tony the bank, and he spirited away somee had given him and held it tip liefore the first Italian. Yees. vees, lie said, and rattled off besides a long string of Italian which was Greek to the boss as sell a to Swan. Upon this. Swan went, to the second man, the boss walking beside him and saying, The two had a quarrel yesterday, drew their knives on each other before they were separated. The Italian No. 2 evidently did not care to talk with them, but In id sway his small vocabulary of English, re maining conveniently deaf, even when Swan produced the button and In- qulred as plainly ns he cottld if he had one like It. But hepaid no heed till the boss put his lutM suggestive- Iv n the man's pocket and motioned him energetically to give it up. Sharp now! he said, threateningly. A murderous gleam came Into the man's eyes, but he drew forth a gold shirt-stuwrapped in a piece of bat- He gave it to the boss, who tssed it to Swan. There was a letter H. on it. and without kmW it wts one of the set of three studs which the cashier wore when he left home, Where did you get It? asked the WAS HARD TO SHUT. Boy Did HIs Best, But Silk where. Or sunk In the river, said Tony. Yes, or sunk In the river. I have 1ahen nieang to have it thoroughly this week, and then we shall know. but I Incline to the belief that the Italians had nothing to do in the j j matter." The river was dragged as far as the falls, where (t was impossible a body could remain, and far below the falls. It continued three days, and at the end of that time a decomposed body was to it. found, with a few rags dining w ' j .... P recognition. It wasnota frightful sight called upon "d Constance was ' Identify it. as many ofhe bank of Mr Car er himself. said there would not be the slightest .ing so. So Constance was ' j ' Hat Was Obstinate. Archbishop Ryan, at a dinner that wsa given In his honor in Philadelphia. said, anent a man who had bought a salted mine; The gentleman's disappointment on discovery of the salt must have been great. It resembled a little, perhaps, the emotion of a certain Frankford man. This man had a small nephew ot whom he was very fond. One night, in evening dress, he called at the voungster's house, and, taking him on his knee, gave a demonstration of an ojiera hat's mechanism. First he would crush his tall black hat Into a pancake. Then, with a loud report, he would spring it back Into its proper shape again. The little fellow was amused. He took the hat. He. too. fonnd he could crush it and open it again with ease. He played with it for half an --hour. He had a good time. The episode made an impression on him. The uncle called the next month on a Sunday afternoon. This time he wore a frock coat and a silk hat. He placed the silk hat on a table in the hall, entered the parlor, and began to converse with his brother. An hour passed. Then the little nephew entered, with something black and shapeless In his hand. 'Unde.' he said, 'this hat is harder than your other one. I've had to It on it, hut I can't get it mnren half shut. "Buffalo Enquirer. e" hrw,n ruirnged to belleve the body could tat of her husband, partlcu discovered that a fifth t ,arIy tad been missed from his gang ne night, and philosophically left to I' I1 ta tils companions, though tay helleved him to have been drowned. This information was i ceived through the boss to whom wrote for Italian. said formation. the F!nd',nm." Nevertheless, the body was decently Where? The man motioned toward the south. Imrled at the expenee of Irs. HamilNot Afraid to Be Been. ton, though not in the family lot, and saying Down reever. How does it feel to be a chorus The first Italian eame up at this Constance, with a new doubt eating Into her already troubled heart, felt cirl? It must feel terrible to have juncture and said: as if all efforts ip elucidating the mys- hundreds rf men gazing at one when He lie. Stole um from Pierre." tery of her husband's disappearance one ladlressed so rcmrily." rWho is Pierre? asked Swsn. "It must he terrible for some, but only made It denser, more Pierre drowudeed. not built that way. C.rove- m at drowned was Pierre Tea; d ! ! . i ; j j i' j ! ; . |