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THE SEAFORTH NEWS.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1931.
(Continued from Last 'Week)
"Nay;" returned Theresa von Lyn-
ar. "Once 031 a time I would have.
given my right hand that for half a
day, for one hour, men might have
said of me that 1 was 1-Ienry the
Lion`s wife, and nay son his soul !It
w Mild have been right sweet. Ah
God, hots sweet it would have been!"
She paused a moment as if consulting
some unseen presence. "No, f hay.e
vowed my Crow. Here was I bidden
to stay and here will I abide. For me
there was no sorrow in any hard con
dition, so loam as he laid it upon me
For have 1 not tasted with him the
glory of life, and with him ,p'lu'cked
out the heart of the Mystery? That
for which I ,paid. I received. My lips
have tasted both of the Tree of
Knowledge and of the Tree of Life—
for these two grew very close togeth-
er, the one to the other, upon the
banks of the River of Death. IB -et for
my son, this thing is harder to give
up. 'For on him lies the stain, though
the joy and the sin were mine alone."
"Maurice of Hohenstein shall sit in
his ,father's seat," said Joan firmly. "I
'have sworn it. If I live I will see
him settled there with nay captains
about him, Werner von Orseln is an
honest man. IHe will do hint justice.
Von Deseauer shall get him recognis-
ed, and Hugo of Plassenburg shall
stand his sponsor before the Diet of
the Empire."
"I Weald it could be so," said Ther-
esa wistfully. 'If my death could
cause this thing righteously to come
to pass, how giadly would 1 end niy
life! But I am bound by an oath, and
any son is hound' because I am bound.
The tribunal is not the Diet of Ratis-
bon, but the faithfulness df a woman's
heart. :Have I been loyal to my
prince these many years,so that now
shame itself sits on my brow as gladly
as a crown of bay, that I should fail
him now 'Lo'w he lies, and I may
never stand beside his sepulchre. No
son of mine shall sit in his high chair.
iBut if any sphere of sinful or imper-
fect spirits, be it hell or purgatory, he;
and I shall encounter, think you, that
!for an empire I would meet ham
shamed. 'And when he says, 'Woman
of my love, hast thou kept thy troth?'
shalt I be compelled to answer 'No?'
• "Brit," urged Joan, "this thing is
your son's birthright, !My father, for.
purposes of state, bound my happiness.
to a man I loathe, I have cast that
band to the winds. The fathers can-
not bind the children, no more can
you disinherit your son,'
Theresa von Lomita smiled a sad
wise smile, infinitely patient, infinitely
remote,
"Ah," she said, "you think 50? You
are young. You have never loved.
You are his daughter, not his wife.
'One day you shall know, if God' is
good to yowl"
At this Joan smiled in her turn. 'She
knew what she knew,
"You may think you know," re-
turned Theresa, her cairn eyes on the
girl's face, "but what I mean by lov-
ing is another natter. The band you
broke you did not make. II keep the
vol v I made. With clear eye, e uncial-
led
nduiled brain, willing hand I made it—be-
cease he willed it. Let my son Maur-
ice break it, if he can, 11 Ise will—as
you have broken yours. (Only let him
nevver mare call Theresa von Lynar
mother!"
Joan roseto depart. Her intent.
had not been shaken, though eh.e was
impressed by the noble heart oif the
woman who had been her father's
wife. 'But she also had vowed a row,
and that vow she would keep. The
Sparliawk s•hotild yet be the Eagle of
Kerneberg, and she, Joan, a home -
keeping 'housewife
ome-keepin'g'housewi'fe nested in quietness,
a barn -door fowl about the orchards
of Isle Rugen,
".Madam," she said, "your word is
your word. IBtit so is that of Joan of
Kernsberg. It ntay he that out of the
'unseen there may leap a chance which
shall bring all to pass, - the things
which we both deIre—without break-
, lag 0E vows or loosing of the baids of
obligation. IFor pre; being no more
than a daughter, I 'will' keep Duke
erry's will only in that which is
just!"
"And I, said Theresa von Lynar,
will keep it, pest 04' unjust!"
Yet Joan smiled as She went out.
For she had been countered' and
checkmated in sacrifice. She 'had met
a nature greater than her own, and
that with the truly noble is e+he pleas-
ure of pleasures. IIn such things ,only
the small are small, only the worms of
the earth delight to crawl upon the
earth.
All the while Conrad sat very stil'1,
listening with full heart to that which
it did not concern him to interrupt,
But within his heart he said, "Woman.
tv'hen she is true woman, is greater,
worthier, fuller than any man."
,But 'Theres'a von Lynar sat silent,
and watched the girl as she went
down the long path, the 'leafy branch-
es spattering alternate right and shad-
ow upon her slender figure. Then
she turned sharply upon Conrad.
"And now, nay ,prince," she said,
what have you been saying to my
husband's daughter?"
"I have been telling her that I Love
her!" answenecl Conrad simply, He
felt what he had listened to gave this
woman a right to be answered.
"And what, I pray you, have prip-
ce's brothers to do with love?"
"I know," said Conrad humbly, and
without taking the least offence. "I
know it well."
'Then ant I to understand that you
wholly forgot the little circunestance
that once an a time she was married
to your brother?'
"I did' indeed forget," said Conrad',
with sincere penitence; 'yet you
must not blame the too sorely. 11 was
carried out off myself—"
"The Duchess, then, rejected your
suit with contumely?"
Conrad 'was silent.
"How should a great 'lady listen to,
her huyband'e brother?" 'Theresa
went on remorseless". What said the
Lady Joan when you told her that you
loved 'her?"
"The words she spoke I canttot re-
peat, but when she ended I set my
lips to her garment's hem."
The slow smile came again over the
face of Theresa von Lynar, the smile
of a warworn veteran who watches
the children et their drill.
"You do not need to tell me what
site anawened, my lord," she said, "I
know!"
Conrad stared at the woman.
"She told you that she laved you
from the first,
"1-Inw know you that?" he tattered.
"None must know that secret—none
must guess itl"
!Theresa von Lynar laughed a able
mellow laugh, in which a keen' ear
might have detected how richly an01
pleasantly her ,laugh must once have
sounded to her lover when her pulse's
heat to the tune of gladness and the
unbounded heart,
"Do you ;think to deceive me, Ther-
esa, whom Henry the Lion loved?
Have I been these many weeks with
you two in, the house and not seen
this? tPnin:ee 'Conrad, I knew if that
night of the storm when she bent her
overt e
h couch
onfc'h
wit you lay. 'T
love' you say boldly, and you think
great things of your love, But she
love'] fist as she will love most, and
your boasted love w311 never overtake
hers—no, not though you love her all
your 131e..:.fWehl, 'what do you pro-
pose to do?"
'Conrad stood' a moment mutely
wrestling oath Minstar. T•I•e irad
never felt Joan's first instinctive aver-
sion to this woman, .a dislike, even yct
scarcely overcome --far -women dis-
trust women till they have proven
themselves innocent, and often them'
"1'Iy lady," , hess aid, "the Duchess
Joan has showed inc the better way.
Like a man, I knew not what I 'asked,
por dared to express all that I de-
sired. I1ut .1 have learned haw souls
can be united, though bodies are sep-
aratett. • :I will not touch her hand; I
will not hiss her lips. 'Once a year
only will 1 see her in the flesh. I' 'shall
carry out nay duty, made at least less
unworthy by her example—"
"And thiels you," said Theresa;
'that in the, night -watches you will
keep this charge?" .Will not her face
come before you and will not her inn-'
age be with you always?"
'3 lusoty it--sf know it too'welll"'
said Conrad, -sinking his head on 'h'is
breast, "I am not worthy."
"'What thee, will you do?" persisted
the inquisitor.
A larger self, s'eeme'd to flame and
oblate tvithin the young matt.
'One, thing. I.' can do," : he mice—
"Pike you I can obey. She bade :me go
back and d'o' niy duty. I cannot biu'tl,
my thought; I. 'cannot change 111y
heart; I cannot cast nay love out. I
have heard .thta whidh I have heard,
and I cannot forget; bet at least with'
the body 1' can obey."
•Theresa von Lynar did not serine
any more. She held out her hand bo
'Conr'ad of Courtland, prince.
"Yes,," she sand, ";on d'o know' what
+love is. In so far as I can I will help
you to your hea'rt's desire."
,And in 'her ttirn she rose and passed
dawn, throti'gh the leafy avenues of
the orchard, over which the westering
sun was already casting rood -long
shadows.
0IILAPTIEIR XL:II
The Wordless AI an Takes a Prisoner.
Maki waS distinctly heard in the wide
chimney -top. INow and then in a' lull,
broad seelashes of rains deli solidly Into
tate red embers with a sound ,tike mus-
ket balls "spatting" on a wail,
Then Theresa' von Lynar :looked 1511
"Where is Max Uhr'i'cb?" she said;
"why (toes he' delay?"'
"My lads3'," said one o1 the men of
'Kern'sberg, "he is gone across the
Huff in the b'oat and has not yet re-.
Waned."
"I 0111l go and look •for him—nay,
do not rise, my .Pond. IT would go 'fortis
allon a t"
So, snatching' a cloak from the
prong of an antler in the hale '3 iter
esa went out iatto the irregular hoot-
ing of the storm. It was not yet the
deepest gloaming, but dull grey eland's'
like hunted :cattle scoured 'across the
sky, and' the, rising thunder of the
Waves : on thsihiin,slle prophesied a
night of storm. Therese stood a tong
time ,bare-heeded,''enjoy'ing the thresh
of the broad drops as they struck
against her face and coolest her throb-
bing eyes, Then she pulled the hood
of the cloak over her 'bead.
The dead was conquering the quick
within her.,
"1; have known' a matt!" she said;
"what need I 111'ore with life ncive?
The mail I loved is dead. I thank
God that .I served him—aye, as his
dog served him. And shall d' grow
disobeedient naw? No, not that my
son might sit on: the throne of the
IKa'iser!"
Theresa stood upon the inner
inner curve of the ,half at the place
where Max 'Ulriatt was wont to pull
his boat ashore. The wind was be-
hind her, and though the weaves in-
oreased as the distance widened from
the pebbly hank on which she stood,
the water at her feet was only ruffled
and pitted with 'little dimples under•
the shocks 'of tite wind. 'Theresa look-
ed •lou'g southward under her hand,.
but for the moment could see moth-
ing,
!'Thep she settled herself to keep
watch. with the storm riding slack -
rein overhead. Towards the main-
land the .whoop and roar with which
it assaulted the pine forests deafened
'her ears, 'But her face was younger
than we have ever seen it, for Wern-
er's story had moved her strongly,
Once more she was by a great man's
side. She moved her hand swiftly, first
out of the shelter of the cloak as if
seeking furtively to nestle in an-
other's, and then, as the raindrops
plashed cold upon 11, she drew- it
slowly hack to her again.
And though Theresa von Lynar was
yet in the prime of her glorious beau-
ty, one could see what she must have
been in the days of her girlhood. And
as memory caused her eyes to grow
misty, and the smile of love and trust
eternal came upon her lips, twenty
years wore 'shorn away; and the wo-
man's face which had looked attxious-
lyacross the darkeiing'H'aff changed
to that of the girl 'Who from the gate
of 'Castle Lynar had watched for the
coming of Duke .Henry,
She was gazing steadfastly south-
ward, but it was not for Max the
'Word'les's that she waited, Towards
Kernstberg, where he wvhose.sleep she.
had so often watched, rested all alone,
she looked and kissed a hand,
"Dear," she murmured, "you have
not forgotten Theresa! You know she
keeps troth! Aye, and will keep it ti11
God grows kind, and your true wife
can follow—to tell you how well she
hath kept her charge!",
'Awhile she was agent, and theii she
went on in the low even vaioe of self -
COM 11201/ing,
elf-contnvmting,
"What to me is it to become a prin-
cess? Did not he, for whose words
alone I cared, call me his queen? And
I was his queen. In the black blank'
day of 111y uttermost need he made
me his wife. And I ani . his 'wife,
What want I more with dignities?"
Theresa von Lynar was silent
awhile and then she added-
"And yet the ycnn'g Duchess, his
daughter, means well. She has her
father's spirit. And my son—why
Should niy vo.w bind 111111? Let hint
be duke, 1.5 so the Fates direct and
.Providence allow. . But for me, I will
not stir finger or :,utter word' to help
him. There shell be neither anger
sadness a
s d ss in my husband's
y eye's
'when,' tell hint hotv I have observed
the bond!"
Again. 511e kissed, a hand towards
the dead elan who lay so deep under
the ponderou's marble at •ICernsberg.
Then with a gracious gesture, lingcr-
inigly and with the misty eyes of lov-
ing womanhood, she said her lonely
farewells.
"TO you, beloved," she murmured
aid her voice was l'o'w and' very "rich,
"to you, beloved, where 'far off you
lief Sleep sound, nor timi1ek the time
long till The'redii scenes to yowl"
She turned and walked hack facing
the storm, Her hood had long ago
been blown from her head by the fir-'
1055 gusts of wind. But she heeded
not, She had forgotten poor Max Ul-
rich and Joah, and even herself. She
had forgotten her son. ITer hand was
out in the storm now. She did not
draw it 'back, though the water ran
!from her fingertips, For it was clasp-
ed in an tiatseen grads and in an ear
at was the hour of the evening meal
at Isle Rugen. The September day
piped on to its melancholy close; and
the .wild geese overhead called down
unseen from the tapper air a warning
that the storm foliaw•ed hard upon
their backs. At the table -head, sat
Theresa 1-011 Lynar, her largely
moulded and be'autiful face showing
n0 sign of emotion, 'Only great quiet
dwelt upon it, with knowledge and
the synnpathy of the proven for the
untried. On either side of her were
Joan and'- Prince Conrad—not sad,
neither avoiding nor seeking the con-
tingence of eye and eye, but yet, in
spite of all, so strange a thing is love
canoe declared, consciously happy
within their heart of hearts.
'Then, after a space dutifully left
unoccupied, came Captains Boris and
Jorlan; while at the fable -foot, op-
posite to their hostess, towered Wer-
ner von Orseln, whose grey beard
had wagged at the more riotous board
of Henry the Lion of Hohenstein,
'Werner' was telling an interminable
story of the old wars, with many a
"Thus said, 1" and "So did lie," end-
ing thus: "There lays I on my bade,
with thirty pagan Wends ready to slit
my hats as soon as they could get
their knives between my gorget and
headipfece. Gott! but T said every
prayer that I knew—thee were not
many in those days—all in two min-
utes' space, as I lay looking' at the
sky through- my visor bars and wait-
ing for the first prick of the Wend-
ish knife -points,
"But even as I looked"up,, lo! some
one bestrode me, and the voice I Pew
ed heat in all t'he world—no, not a
woman's voice, God send him rest"
(':4nienl" interjected the Lady Joan)
—"cried 'To me, H'ohenstehl1 To pie,
Kernsbergl' And though my head was
ringing with the shock of falling, and
my body weak from many wounds, I'
strove to answer that call, as I saw
nay toaster's sword flicker this way
and that over my bead, I rose half
front the ground, any hilt still in my
hand, -I had no mono left after the
fight I had fought, But Henry''the
Lion gave me a stamp down with his
foot. Lie still, pian,' .he said; do not
interfere in e little -business of this
kind!' And with his of%e point, he kept
a score at bay, crying all the time, 'To
ole, Holten's'tein1 To me, Kernstberg-'
ere all!'
"And when the •enemy fled, diel he
wait till the bearers came 3Vel1 I wot
hardly! Instead, •he caught me over
his shoulder :like an empty sack, when
one goes a -foraging --me, Werner von
Orseln, that am built like a donljon'
tower. And with his sword still red,
11 his night hand he bore me in, only
turning aside to' threaten a• -fiendish
archer who would have sent an arrow
through me on the way. By the
knights who sit rowed Karl's table, 110
was a man!"
'And then to their feet sprang Boris
and Jonian, who were judges of men..
"Ti
Prince nee
Henry
the Lion—
hada!" they octal, "Drink it deep to
his memory."
And with tankard and wreathed
wine -cup they gaffed td the great
dead. Standing up they drank—his
daughter also—all save Theresa von
Lynar. She sat unmoved, as if the
toast had been her own and in a mo-
ment more she must rise to give them'
thanks, Fox the look on her face said,
"=liter all, What is there so strange in
that? Was he not Henry the Lion -.-
and ranine?"
For there 15 no joy like that which
you may sec on "a woman's face when
a ,great deed' is told of the man sit
loves,
'The Kernelberg soldiers wato had
been trained to wait on table, had
etooped• and sf0oi!filed, their duties
in complete oblivion' during' the tale,
het now they resumed theist and the
sint'pie feast continued. '14eanwhile it
hacl been .growing wilder and wilder
without, 'and the shrill lament of the
that surely heard she was whispering
her heart's troth. "God give it to me
to do one deed—one only before - 1
die—that, a:outliy and .usnash,amud, I
may meet my Ring."
When 'Theresa.' re-entered' the',hall
of the grange the cp'ntpany still sal
as site 'load left:tliem. Only at the.
lower end of the board the theta cap-
tains conferred together in low
voices, while at the upper Joan, and
Prince'Oonrad sat gazing full at each
other as ,if souls could .be drunk in
through the eyes,
With a certain reluctance which yet
had iso'nhanne in it, they plucked
glance from glance as she entered, as
it were with (1113icu•ity detaching s'pir-
its: Whieh had been. joinead. At which
T heres.a, recalled to herself, • smiled,
"In all bleat touches not my 'vow I
will help you two! she: thought; as
she looked at them. For true love.
came closer to her than anything else
fns the world.
"There is no sign of Max," she said
aloud, to break the first sile;n'ce of, con-
straint; "perhaps he has waited at; the
Paneling place on the mainland; till fie
storm- should abate—though that
were scarce like him, either:"
IShe sat down, with one large move-
ment of her arm casting herwet cloak
over t'he back of a wooden ;settle,
which fronted a 'fireplace where green
pine knots crackled and explosive jets
of s'tea'm rushed spite'fu'lly •out'wardls
into the hall with'a hissing sound.
"You have been down at the:hold-
ing place—an welt a night?" s -d!11
joan, with 5011W remains of that -cur-
ious awkwardness 'which marks the
mtenruption of a more interesting 0011-
versation,
"Yes," said Theresa, smiling indul-
gently (for she had been in like case
--such a great While ago, when her
brothers used to intrude). "Yes, I
have been at the landing place. But
as yet the storm is nothing, though
the waves will be fierce enough if Max
Ulrich is coming home with a laden
boat to pull in the wind's eye."
IR mattered little what she said. She
had helped them to pass the bar, and
the conversation condi now proceed
over smooth waters.
Yet there is no 'need to report it.
Joan and Conrad remained and spoke
they scarce knew what, all for the
pleasure of eye answering eye, and
the subtle flattery of voices that alt-
ered by the millionth of a tone each
time they answered each other. Ther-
esa spoke vaguely but sufficiently, and
allowed 'herself to dream, till to her
yearning gaze honest, sturdy Werner
grew misty and his bluff figure re-
solved itself iteto that one -nobler and
more kingly w'h'ich for years had
fronted her at the table's end where
now the chief captain sat.
(TO Be Continued)
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are equipped to turn out all classes of job work. Give us a call,
We have a new automatic press with great speed, recently
installed to produce printing, well done, with speed, and at mod-
erate cost.
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