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TFIE SEAFORTH NEWS.
THUIRSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1931,:
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By S. R. Crockett
(Continued from Last Week)
"Happy lisle Rugen!" said Joan,
drawing a breath like a sigh, "Why
were we born to princedoms, Conrad,
you and I ?"
"T at hast teas not," answered her
companion, "Dumb 'Max's jerkin of
blue fits me better than any robe
royal." •
-
They stood on the highest part of
the island. Joan was leaning on the
crumbling wall of an ancient fort,
which, being set on a promontory
from which the pinetrees drew back a
little, formed at once a place of obser-
vation and a point objective for their
walks. She turned at his words and
looked at 'him. Conrad, indeed, never
looked better or more princely than in
that rough jerkin of blue, together
with the corded foresters breeches
and knited .hose which he had borrow-
ed from Theresa's dutnb servitor.
"Conrad," said Joan, suddenly stan-
ding erect and looking directly at the
young matt, ''i'f I were to tell you that
I had resolved never to return to
'Kernsberg, but to reliant here on Isle
,Rugen, what would you answer "
"I should ask to be your companion
-or, if not, your bailiff!" said the
Prince ,promptly,
"That would be to forget yourself!"
A certain' gentle sadness passed
over the features of the young man.
"I leave many things undone for
the sake of mine princeship," he said.
"But you have told me a hundred
times," urged Joan, smiling in spite of
.herself, "that it was necessity." Does
that necessity ,ta longer exist "
"Nay," answered Conrad readily as
before; "but smaller 'necessities yield.
to greater?"
"And the greater "
"Why," he answered, "what say You
to the tempest that drove the hither -
the thews and stout hearts of \Verner
von Orsein and his sten, not to speak
of Captains Boris and Jorian There
Are they not sufficient reason's for my
retraining here?"
said Joan, and waited for
'him to continue.
"There is something else," he said.
"It is -it is -that I cannot bear to
Neave yowl God knows I could not
leave you if I would!"
Joan of Hohenstein. started. The
ev':rds had been spoken in a law tone,
yet with a suppressed vehemence, as
though driven from the young man's
lips against his will, (But there was
no mistaking their purport. Yet they
were spoken so .hopelessly, and withal
so gently, that site couldnot be angry.
"Conrad -Conrad," she murmured
reproachfully-, "I thought I could have
trusted you. You promised never to
forget again what we must both re-
member l"
' " In so thinking you did well," he
replied; "you may trust me to the end.
!But the privilege of speech and testi-
mony isnot denied even to the crimin-
al upon the scaffold."
4A wave of pity passed over Joan, A
month before she would have with-
drawn herself in hot anger. !But Isle
'Rtigen had gentled .her ways, The
peace of that ancient 'fortalice, the
wachfit
o s ambient
waters, the ver}
leek k rf .incident, e rt, t•he sense of the m3
tertes of tragic life which surrounded
her on all sides, the deep thoughts she
had thought alone with herself, the
companionship of this tnan whom she•
loved -ail these had wrought a new
spirit in Joan of the Sword Hand.
Women who cannot be pitiful are hut
half women. 'They have not yet en-
tered upon their inheritance. iBut now
Joan was corning to her own again.
For to pity of Theresa von Lynar she
was adding pity for Conrad of Court-
land ani --Joan of fIohenstein.
"Speak,' she said very gently. Do
not be afraid;. tell Inc,all that is in
your heart".
Joan was not disinclined to hear any
words that the young man fright
speak. She ' believed that she -could
listen uii nowecl even to his most
pas-
sionateCdedarations of love. Like the
wise physician,: she would li.ten, 1.111-
'dersteand, ,prescribe -and administer
the remedy.
Rut the pines of Isle iRugee stood.
between this woman and the girl who
had ridden away so proudly from the
doors of the Iiernsberg fuin'ste.r at the
head o'f her four hundred lances. Be-
sides, she had not forgotten the tour-
nament and the slim secretary who
had once stood before•this man in the
river parlour of the Summer Palace,
Then Conrad spoke in a low voice,
very distinct and even in its modulo
tion.
"Joan," he said, "once on a time I
dreamed of being loved -dreamed
that among a'a the world of women
there might be one woman far rte.
Such things must come when deep
sleep falleth upon a young man. Wak-
ing •I put them from me. I believed
that I had conquered last of the eye.
Now I know that I can never again he
true to my brother."
"Listen, my Lady Joan! II love
you -there is no use in hiding it.
Doubtless you yourself have already
seen it, 3I love you so greatly that all
else is no imore to me than the crying
of t'he seabirds out yonder. I would
rather be your groom, your servitor$,
your lacquey, than reign."
Joan leaned against the crumbling
battlement, and the words of Conrad
were very sweet in her ear. 'They fil-
led her with pity, while at the same
time her heart was strong within her.
'None bad dared to speak such things
to her 'before in all her life, and she
was a woman, The Princess Marr-
garet, had she loved a man as Joan
did this man, would have given back
vow for vow, renunciation for renun-
ciation, and, it ,might be, have barter-
ed kiss for 'kis:.
Mut Joan of t'he Sword Hand was
never stronger, never more serene,
never surer of herself than when she
listened to the words she loved best
to hear, from the lips of the man.
when of all others she desired to
speak them. At first she had been
looking' out upon the sea, but now she
permitted her eyes to rest with a great
kindliness upon the young man.' Even
as he spoke Conrad divined the thing
that was in her heart.
"Mark you," he said, "do me the
justice to remember that I ask for no-
thing. I expect nothing. ,I 'hope for
nothing in return. T thought once
that I could welco•me,it, Now I know
that niy heart is too earthly. Rut in-
stead I love the noblest and most
gracious woman in all the world. And
I love' her, too, with a love not wholly
unworthy of her,"
"You do me overmuch honour,"
said Joan quietly,
"I, too, am weak and sinful, Or
;Lee w..u.d 1, your brother's
evife, listen to such words from any
man -least of all front you?"
"Nay," said Conrad; "you only lis-
ten out of your great pitifulness."
He paused, almost smiling. But
Joan did not smile. She waited a
space to see if he had aught further
to say, But he was silent, waiting foo,
her answer.
"Conrad," she said very gently,
"that I have listened to you, and 'that.
I !have not been angry, may be deadly:
sin for us both. Yet 1 cannot 'be ang
ry. God forgive mel I have tried and
I cannot be angry. A,n
d why should
I? liven as I lay a babe in the cradle
I was wedded. Ha woman must suf-
fer, she ought at least to be permitted
to choose the in'strtiment of her -tor,
tore."
"11 is verity," he repd'ied; "you are
no more true wife than I am true
brother,"
•
"Yet we frust keep faith, you and I.
We are bound by .our nobility, If we
sin, let it he the, greater and rarer sin
-the sun of spirit only. Conrad, I love
you. Nay, stand still. where you are
and listen to me -to tie, Joan, your
brother's wife. For T, too, once for
all will clear my soul. I loved you long
ere, ynttr eyes fellde me. I came as
'Dessauer's secretary ho the city of
C"tirtlaoct. I determined' to see the
man I was to wed. Isa'w the prince
--my prince as I thought storm
through• the lists on his white hores,
I saw him bare his head and receive
the crown of victory. I steroid before
him, ashamed yet glad, hosed and
wet+
daubeted iike a boy, in the Summer
Pavilion, , II 'heard his gracious words.
I loved sty' 'prince, who so soon Was
to be Wholly mine. The months slip-
ped patst, and f was ever the gladder
the faster they sped, The w04115,0 stir-
red within the stripling girl. In. half a
year, 1'n' twenty weeks -in five -in one
-a day -an hour, I +would put rn'y
hand, my life, myself into his keep-
ing! Then came-'tlhe glad tumult of
the rejoicing folk, the hush Of the
crowded. edilfi'ce. I said, ''O'h, not yet
-JI will riot lift nay eyes to my prince
uiitfi - We stopped.. I lifted to
pp y
eyes. And lo! the prince was trot my
prin'cje "
There was a hong and solemn pause
between thes.e two on the old watdh
tower. Never, was. detciar'a!tion of love.
so given and 'so taken. Conrad re-
mained still as a5 statue, only his' eyes
grow=ing great 'and full of light Joan
stood looking at him, unashamed and
fearless. Yet neither moved an inch
toward either. A brave woman's will,
to do right greatly, stood between
them.
She went on.
"Now you know all, my Conrad,"
she said. "Isle Rugeia .can never
more be the else of peace to us. You
and I have shivered the cup of our
happiness. We must part. We can ne-
ver merely be friend's. I must abide.
because d ani a prisoner. You will
keep my counsel, promising ire to be
silent, and ,together we will contrive
a way of escape."
!When Conrad an's'wered 'her .again
'his voice %.as hio'arse and broken, al-
most like one Aeu'med with sleeping
out on a winte'r's night. His words
whistled in h•'s windpipe, flying front
treble eo bass and back again.
"Joan, Joan " he said, and the third
time "Joanl" And for the moment he
could say no more.
"True love," she said, and her
voice was almost caressing, "you and
I are harried from each other. Yet we.
belong -you to me -II to youl I will
not touch your hand, nor you mine.
Not even as we have hitherto done.
Let ours be the higher, perhaps dead-
lier sin -the sin of soul and soul. Do
you go back to your office, while I
stay here to do my duty."
"And why not you to your duchy?"
'said Conrad, who had 'begun to re-
cover himself.
"Because," she answered, "if I re-
fuse to a'b'ide by one o'f my father's
bargains, I have no right to hold by
fhe other, lHe ,would have made nee
your brother's wife. 'That I have re-
fused. 'He disinherited his lawful son
that I Wright take the dukedom with
me as my dowry. Can I 'keep that
which was •only given me in trust for
another? Maurice von Lynar shall be
Duke Maurice, and Theresa von Lyn-
ar shall have her true place as the
widow of Henry the Lion!"
And s'he stood up tall. and straight.
'like a princess indeed,
"A.i''d you " he. said very low.
"'What wdl'I you do, Joan?"
"For ane, I will abide on Isle 'Rugen.
There are doubtless one or two who
will abide with me for the sake of old
days -Werner von Orsein for one,
Peter Balta for another. I shall not
be 'l'o'nely."
!She smiled upon him with a peculiar
trustful sweetness and continued --
"And once a year, in the .autuni,
you will conte from your high office.
You will gather blackberries and help
me to preserve them, ' You will split
wio:od and carry water. Then, when
the day is well spent, you and 1 shall
walk Hither in the high 'a'ftern'oon and
tell each other haw we stand and all
the things that have filled our hearts
In the ye'ar's interspace. Thus will we.
keep tryst, you and I -pian and wom-
an speaking the truth eye to eye with-
out fear and without stain, Do you
promise?'
And for all eusw'er the ,Prince kneel-
ed' do'wm, and taking the hem of her
dress he kissed it humbly and rever-
ently.
C'HA'P'T'ER :XL.
'Teresa Keeps Troth.
But they had. reckoned Without
Theresa von Lynar.
Conrad and Joan carie back from
the ruined f ti
or ftcatfoa, silent mostly,
but thrilled with the thoughts of that
which their eyes hadseen end their
ears heard. Each had' listened to the
heating of .the other's heart. Both
knew they were beloved. Nothing
could alter that any more far ever. As
they had ;gone out with Theresa
watching then from the dusk o'f the
garden arcades their hands Had drawn
together. Eyes had sought answer-
ing eyes at a:eh dip ,of the path, They
had listened for th'e finest shades of
nieanihg in one areo'therls.voices, and
taken courage or lost hope from the
droop of an eyelid or the quiver of.a
sy^lable.
Now all was •changed. They knew
'hat which tli'ey knew.
1.1he orchard of the lonely grange_ on
isle Ilugen was curiously out of'keep-
in ' C
g with h u. barren surroundings. En -
Nosed within the same wall as the
"veiling house, ,t was the special care
of the Wordless Man, whose many
vears of pruning and digging and wat-
ering, undertaken each at ,it's proper
season, had resulted in a golden baa•-•
vest of Septemlber -fruit, When Joann'
and Conrad 'came to the portal which
gave entrance fromwithout, lot.,it
stood open. The 51111 had been shin-
ing in their eyes, and the place looked
very siuin'benous in the white hazy'
glory of a northern day. The palth
.which led out of the oroha.rd' was
'splashed with oao1 shade. Green ,eaves
shrilled fair glob'e'sof fruitage fast
ripening in the bioiwning'airs and 'Stead-,
fast sun. Up the path towards theist
carte Theresa vote Lyear. There teas
a smite on her farcea large and kindly
y
graciousness in her,splett'di•d /eyes Her
hair was piled and en'dled ablaut her
he'ad,and drawn b'a'ck in ruddy 'go'l'den
masses from the lbroa'd white' 'fo•re-
h'ead.. Autenen was 'T'heresa'Is s'e'ason,
and, in such surroundings she might
well hare stood for Ceres or P.oneoana.
with apron fall` enough al fruit • for
many a horn of plenty.
tSuch, large-l'i'fnbed simple -natured
women as :Theresa von Lynar appear
to greatest advantage in autumn,' It
is their time when the do'f
ay :applle
blossom and spring flourish is over-
patst, and when that which these fore-
shadowed is at length fulfilled. Then
to see -such an one emergefrom an
orchard ol'ose, and " approa'c'h softly
s5niling out of the shadow of fruit
trees, is to catch a glimpse of the eld-
er goda. Spring, our the other hand,
is for merry maidens, slips of unripe
grace, b'ud's from the sc'hool's. Sum-
mer is the season o'f ,langorous dryads
at rest in the green gloom of forests,
fanning sunburnt cheeks 'with leafy
boughs, their dark eyes full a'f t'he
height of living. Winter is the time
of swift -limbed ,girls nv'th head's proud-
ly set, whp through the white weather
carry them like Diana the Huntress,
their dainty chins dimpling out of
softening furs. To each is her time
and suprenta;cy, though a certain fav-
,ourred few are the mistresses of all.
They stove like a part of the spring
when cherry blossoms are set against
a sky of changeful! Ap'ri'l blue, They
rejoice when dark -eyed summer wears
scarlet flowers in her hair, shaded by
green 'leaves and fanned by soft airs:
1Well-bosomed Ceres herself, smiling
luxuriant with ripe lips, is not fairer
than they at the time. of apple -gat'h-
erin'g, nor yet dainty Winter, footing
it lightly over the frozen snow.
'Joan, an it diked her, could' have
triumphed in all these, but her nature
Was too rim:pde t0 care about the im-
pres'sion she made, while Conrad was
too deep in lave to notice any diffe:r-
en'ce in her perfections.
And now- Theresa von Lynar, the
woman wino had given her beauty
and her life like a little Saint Valen-
tine's gift into the hand of elle man
she loved, content that he should take
or, throw away as pleased hien best
-
Theresa von Lynar islet these two,
who itt their new glory of 5enuncia-
tio13 thought that they had plumbed
the abysses of love, when as yet they
had taken no more than a single
sounding hr the narrow seas. She
lStood looking at them as they carne
towards here, with a sympathy that
was deeper far than mere tolerance.
"Our Joan of the Sword Hand is
growing into a woman," she murmur-
ed; and something she thought buried
deep in her brea's't, shaking her as
'Encel'adus the Giant shakes Etna
when he turns in his selep. For she
saw in the girl her father's likenelas
more strongly than• she had ever 'seen
it in her awn son.
"You have faced flee sunshine!"
'Thus she greeted them as they cable.
"Sit awhile with Me in th'e shade, I
leave Bare a bower where :Maurice
d'oved to p'l'ay -before he Left me.
'No'ne save 17iath entered it since that
day„
So saying, she led the wey along
an alley of plea'ched green, It t'he far
end of which they could see the soli-
tary- figure of 'Alex Ulrich, in the cued
sun, bending his balle to his garden-
ing tasks, yet at the sante time, asi
was his cutsom, keeping so. near 'hiss
mistress that a fluttering kerchief or
a lifted hand ,would bringhim instant-
.ly to her side,
it was a small rustic eight -sided
lave, thatched with heather, its lat-
ticed windows open. and, weeper -
grown, to' which Theresa led theist. It
had be
en
well kept; vrd nv'henJoa n
found herself within, a sudden accts',
of tenderness for this lonely mother,
w'ho for love's sa'kei had offered her-
self like a sacrifice upon an altar,
took possession o'f her,
For about the walls was fastened a
child's pitiinl armoury. Hantemade
swords ,of lath, arrows, winged with
t'he cast feathers of the woodland,
crooked bows, the broken crockery
of a hundred imagined banquets
these, and many more, were carefully
kept in pllace with immediate and lov-
ing care, Maurice would be back ag-
ain pr'esen'tly, they seethed to say, tinct
would take up his play just where he
left it.
persuade':ilaciiseilweJs that Neeeitice von
Lynar Was far off, enduring the hard-
ships of war or in deadly peril for his,
lnistress. I -Is aright have been even'
then in lidding in the 'brushwood,
ready to cry bo-peep at them through
'the open door. `
'There was silence in the arbour for
a space, a silence which no one of the,
;tree was anxious to break, For Joan
thought of her promise, Conrad Of
Jioan, and Theresa of her son, I't was
,the last who spoke,
"S1osnlelh'ow to -day it is lborne in up-
on me that Kertasherg has fallen, and
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Joan started to her Meetand tbh'ru'st
her hands a'iittle out Flt: feont of her
as if to ward off a blow.
can you leu'att' that?" she
cried, "Who—No; ' it cannot be,
IK'ern'sberg waas• victualled for a year.
It was filled with brave m'eni. My cap-
tains are staursc'h. The. thing is im-
possible." '
Theresa von Lynar, with her ey'e's
on the ws:ving foliage which alternate-
ly revealed andeclipsed' the muddy
glebes of the apples on the orchard
trees, slowly shook, her head.
"I cannot, tell you how 2 know,"
she said; "nevertheless .I 'know. 'H'ere
s'onnetlein'g rvhidh tells me." She
]'aid her hand upon her heart. "Those
wdho are long aloaie' beside the sea
'hear voices and see visions,"
"But it is impossible," urged Joan;
"or, if it be true, why ani I kept there
I will 'go and die with my people I"
"It is my sot's will," said Theresa
"the will of the son of Henry the
Lion. He is like his father -therefore
women do his mill!"
The words were not s'p'oken bitterly,
but as a simple statement of fact.
Joan looked at this 'woman and un-
derstood for the fi'rs't time that she
was the strongest spirit of all -great-
er than her father, better than her-
self. And perhaps be'c'ause of this,
nobility and sa'cri'fice stirred emulous-
ly in 'her Own breast,
"M'ada'm," she said, looking directly
at Theresa von Lynar, "it is time that
you and 'understood each other. 1
hold myself no true Duchess of IIolr-
en.s'tein so long ,asyour son lives. My
fa'ther's compact and condition. Ore of
ne effect. The Diet of the Empire
would cancel 't'he'ir in a moment. I
will therefore talee no rest 'till this
thing is made •clear. T swear that
Tette son shall be Duke Maurice and
sit in his fa'ther's ip'l'a'ce as is right and
fitting. For me, I ask nothing but
the daughter's • portion -a' grange
s•u'dh as this, assolitary and as peace-
ful, a garden to delve and a beach to
wander upon at. eve "
As she spoke, Theresa's eyes sud-
denly brightened. A proud highlook
sat ou the fulness of her lips, w'hich
gradually .faded as some other th'ou'ght
asserted its s'up're'ma'cy. She rose, aand
going •str'ai,ght to Joan, for the fir'st
time she kissed 'her on the brow,
„Naw do I know," she said, "that
you are 'Henry the Ikon's daughter:
'That is spoken as he would have
spoken it. It is greatly thought. Yet
it cannot be."
"It shall bel" cried Joan impe•riotis-•
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,No. .3; R. G. IJarmuth, Bornholm.
(Auditors - 'J'as. Kerr, Sea'forthi;
'Thos, Moylan, (Seaforth Ido. 5.
Parties desirous to effect insurance'
or transact other business, will he
promptly attended to by applications
to any of the above named officers ad-
dressed to -their- respective post
Offices.
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igh Class Prntin
We can give you prompt and satisfactory service at a moderate
price in the following lines 6f printing:-
Letterheads
rinting:_
Letterheads
Envelopes
Statements.
Bill -heads.
Private Cheques
Circulars.
Tags
Cards
Tickets
Sale Bills
Dodgers
Menus
"Factory Forms
Society Stationery
Blotters
Booklets
Business Cards
Visiting Cards
Wedding Station-
ery
Invitations
The 'News has an up-to-date commercial printing plant' andwe
are equipped to turn o'utalt classes of job worlc. 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-
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