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r TAGS TWO. TUB GA8TON1A GAZETTE. FRIDAY, MARCH 18, 1010. milMU HMMIIIIIM' TRUXTON KING l Story of .GraustarK. By GEORGE BARR MXUTCHEON CfjnfrK 1999. fey Cwi Bmt NcCatekMA Cwrifkl 1909. by DWi. Mm4 IIIIIIIIHIIIIIIMIIMI SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I Truxton King ar- Tlves in Edelweiss, capital of Grau atock. and meets the beautiful neice of Spanti. a gunmaker. II King does a favor for Prince Robin, the of the country, whose j vufe " guardian is John Tullls, an Ameri n. in Baron Dangloss, minister of police, interviews King and warns him against Olga, the gunmaker's niece, IV King invades the royal park, meets the prince and is present ed to the lad's fascinating Aunt Lor sine. V The committee of ten, eonsDirators tgainst the prince. meets in an underground chamber where the girl Olga is disclosed as one who is to kill Prince Robin with a bomb. VI John Tullls calls on the beautiful Countess Ingomede, who warns him that her hated and notorious old husband. Count Mar lanx, is conspiring against the prince. VII, VII. IX and X King visits the bouse of the witch of Ganlook gap and meets the royal household there. He sees an eye gleaming through a crack in a door, and while searching for the person he is overpowered and dragged into a loft. He is confront ed by Count Marlanx and then taken to the underground den of the com mittee of ten. CHAPTER XI. rSDER THE OROUXD. THE Becond day after his Incar ceration began King was given food and drink. It was high time, for he was almost fam ished. Thereafter twice a day be was led into the larger room and given a surprisingly hearty meal. Peter Brutus bad Just voiced the pleasure of the majority by urging the necessity for physics! torture to wring the government's secrets from the pris oner. King, half famished, half crazed by thirst, bad been listening to the tierce argument through the thin door that separated the rooms. He heard the sudden, eager movement toward the door of bis cell and squared bim elf against the opposite wall, ready to light to the death. Then there came a yolce that he recognized. A woman was addressing the con spirators In tones of deadly earnest ness. His heart gave a bound. It was the first time since bis incarceration that he had heard the voice of Olga Platanova. she who still must be his friend. 'No! Tou shall not torture him. I have said he Is no spy. I still say it!" he wss exclaiming. "God, girl, we cannot turn him loose now. He must die." This was from flpantz. "We cannot release him, I grant you," she said, and Truxton's heart Bank. "Not now, but afterward, yes. When It is all over he can do no harm. But hear me now. all of you. If he la harmed In any way I shall not perform my part of the work on the 20th. This Is final." "You cannot withdraw!" exclaimed Teter Brutus. "Tou are pledged. Tou ere sworn. It Is ordained." "I, Olga riatanova. say this to you. It is not a plea, not a petition; It is an Ultimatum. Spare him or the glorious cause must suffer ly my defection." "Sh! Not so loud, pir'l! He can hear every word you say!" "Let him hear. It him know that I, Olga Platanova, am to hurl the thing that is to destroy the life of Prince Eobin. I am not afraid to have him know today what the world will know next week. Then the world will say that Olga Platanova was not a beast, but a deliverer, a creator! Let him hear!" The listener's blood was running cold. The life of Prince Robin! An assassination! "The thlizj that will destroy.'" A bomb! For half an hour they argued with her, seeking to turn her from the stand she bad taken. Then they came to terms with her. Truxton king owed Jnls life to this strange girl, who knew .tlm not at all. but who believed in him. Truxton was brought Into the room m few minutes later. lie was white with emotion as he faced the commit tee of ten. Before a word could be ddressed to him be blurted out : "Yon cowards! Weak as I am. 1 would have fought for you. Miss Pla tanova, if I could have got through that door. Thank you for what you bar done to convince these docs! Only don't do this awful thing! Think t of that dear little boy!" Olga Platanova cried out and covered ! her eyes ' with her hands. Ebe was led. from the room by William Spantx. j Feter Brutus stood oTer King, whose arm were held by two stalwart niea. "Enoaghr , be - commanded. "We pare joo not for ber Mke, bat for the sake of the cause we, serve. Bear me! Toy are to be beld here prisoner until our plans are consummated. You will be properly fed and cared for. Tou have beard Miss Platanova say that she wUl cook the food for you herself, but you are not to see her." King Interrupted him. -I havent the least doubt that you will kill me In the end. She may not be here to pro tect me after after the assassination." "She Is prepared to die by the same bomb that slays the prince." was all that Brutus would say In response to this, but King observed the sly look that went around among hem. He knew then that they meant to kill him In the end. Afterward. In his little room, he writhed In the agony of helplessness. The prince, his court, the government ail were to be blasted to satisfy the "WXjUE AS I AM, I WOULD HAVE FOUGHT FOB TOU. end of this sickening conspiracy. Lo ralne! She. too, was doomed! He groaned aloud in his misery and awe. There was a telegraph instrument In the outer room. He could bear It ticking off its messages day and night and could bear the discussion of re ports as they came in or went out. It soon became clear to him that the wire connected the room with Marlanx's headquarters near Balak. in Axpbain, a branch instrument being stationed In the cave above the witch's but. On bis third night be beard the com mittee discussing the conditions at the castle. The count Is more afraid of this man Tullls than of all the rest," aver red Peter Brutus. "He has reasons to bate and fear the Americans. That is why he desires the death of our pris oner, lie has said time and again over the wire that King will in some way escape and play the deuce with our plans. It does not seem possible. however. We have him absolutely se- ; cure." "This Is the 22d; Saturday is the j 26th. Nothing could be done to stop , us in four days," said one of the wo men. "Count Marlanx will be ready on the 26tb. He has said so. A new strike will be declared on the railroad on the 25th, and the strikers will be In the city with their grievances. Saturday's cele bration will bring men from the moun tains and the mines to town. A single blow, and we have won." So spoke Brutus. "We must not we cannot fail," grat ed William Spantz, and the cry was re Iterated by half a dozen voices. The next morning, after a sleepless night, Truxton King made bis first de termined attempt to escape. He knew that two armed men stood guard in the outer room day and night The door to the stairway leading Into the armorer's shop was of iron and heavily barred; the door opening Into the sewer was even more securely bolted. Besides, there was a great stone door at the foot of the passage. The keys to these two doors were never out of the possession of William Spantz. One of his guards beld the key to the stairway door. His only chance lay In his ability to suddenly overpower two men and make off by way of the armorer's shop. When his little door was opened on the morning of the 23d Truxton King's long, powerful figure shot through as If sped by a catapult The man with the candle and the knife went down like a beef, floored by a blow on the Jaw. The American, his eyes blazing with hope and despera tion, kept onward, to find himself face to face with Olga PlatVnova! She was staring at him ulth fright ened eyes, her Hps apart, her hands to her breast. He turn ed. "He baa not the key." she cried, "nor have I. Tou have no chance to escape. Go back!" A key rattled in the door. When It swung open two men stood in tbe THE BAB KOT TBI ipeFtOTC, both with drawn pis tols. The girl leaped between tbem uu iuf neipiess. aereated American. -Kememberr she cried. -Yon are not to kill hlmr reter Brutus had risen from the floor, half dazed, but furious. He made ft vicious leap at King, his knlft ready for the lung. "I'm glad it's you!" roared King, leaping aside. Ills fist abut out. and again Brutus went down. .' ' "Miss Platanova. call your uncle,' bs was ordered. "It Is now necessary to bind tbs fellow's hands. They are too dangerous to bs alloweC to roam at large in this fashion." All day long Truxton paced bis little prison, bitterly lamenting bla ill timed effort Now be would be even more carefully guarded. Ula bands were bound behind his back. He was pow erless. If be bad only waited!, Luck had been against blm. How was be to know that tbe guard with tbe keys had gone upstairs when Olga brought his breakfast down? It was fate. The 23d dragged Itself Into tbe past and tbe 24th was following In the gloomy wake of Its predecessors. Two days more! He began to feel tbe ap proach of madness. His own death was not far away. It would follow that of the prince and of Olga Plata nova, his friend. But be was not thinking of his own death; be was thinking of tbe prince's life. Forty-eight hours! That was all! Early that night as he lay with his ear to the crack of the door he beard them discussing bis own death. It was to come as soon as Olga had gone to her reward. She was not there to de fend him. Spantz bad said that she was praying in ber room, committing her soul to God. Truxton King sud denly pricked up his ears, attracted by a sentence that feTI from the lips of one of tbe men. "Tullls is on bis way to tbe bills of Daw8bergen by this time. He will be out of the way on tbe 2Cth safe enough." "Count Marlanx was not to be satis fied until be had found tbe means to draw blm away from Edelweiss." said another. "This time it will work like a charm. Late this afternoon 'full is was making ready to lead a troop of cavalry into tbe hills to effect a res cue. Santa Maria! That was a clever stroke! Not only does be go himself, but with blm goes a captain with 100 soldiers from the fort. Ha. ba! Mar lanx Is a fox a very exceptional fox Tullls off to the hills with soldiers to effect a rescue! Truxton sat up. his brain whirling. "A wise fox!" agreed Peter Brutus thickly. "I wonder what our fine pris oner will say to It when tbe new pris oner comes to keep blm company over the 2Cth." CHAPTER XIX A HEW PRISONER ARRIVES. T was far past midnight when King was aroused from the doze Into which he had fallen. Was It the 26tb? Loud, quick commands came to his ears. "They are here at last." be heard some one say. "God! This suspense has been awful. But they are here." "Stand ready, then, with tbe guns!" cried Peter Brutus. "It may be a trick, after all. Don't open that door down there. Spantz. until you know who is on the outside." "It's all right." came at last In the relieved, eager voice of Peter Brutus. "Clear the way, comrades. Give them room. By our holy father, this Is a brave triumph. Ah!" Heavy footsteps clogged Into the room, accompanied by stertorious breathing and no small amount of grunting from masculine throats. Not one but three or four languages were spoken by tbe excited. Intense occu pants of tbe other room. King could make nothing of what they said. Final ly the sharp. Incisive voice of Wil liam Spantz broke through the babble, commanding silence. "Still unconscious," he said when some measure of order was secured. "Tes." grunted one of the men. "We will have our instructions to morrow. Tbe count Is to Inform us before nightfall where she Is to be re moved to. Next week she Is going to go to Schloss Marlanx." Brutus added a cruel, heartless laugh. A woman, thought Truxton. The countess! They had brought her here from Balak, after all. What a re morseless brute Marlanx must be to maltreat bis beautiful wife! 'To my mind she is more beautiful than his own wife." observed Anna Cromer. "She will be a fine morsel for the count who has even cast longing eyes on so homely a mortal as 1." "All woman are alike to him." said Spantz sententlously. "We must put her In tbe room with the American for the present. Tou are sure he will take ber away before Sat urday? A woman's cries are most dis tressing." It was Spantz who spoke. "I'll stop her crying," volunteered Anna Cromer harshly. "She's regaining her senses!" ex claimed one of tbe men. "Stand back, every one. Give her air." Presently the door to King's room was thrown open. He had got to bis feet and was standing in tbe center of tbe room, bis eyes blinking In tlje glare of light "Hello!" cried Teter Brutus. "Yon up. eb? We've got a air lady for you. my friend. Get back there, you dog! Keep In your corner." "You are a fins bunch of human beings." blurted Truxton. A man with a lighted candle entered first, holding the light above his bead. He was followed by two others, who supported tbe drooping, tottering fig ore of a woman. "Let her sit there against tbe wall. Dm go. Julius, fetch In more candles. She must not bs left in the dark. Hs says sbs is not to be frightened to death. Women are afraid of the dark and Strang dogs. Let there be light.' scoffed Peter Brutus, spitting toward Sing. "Ill get you for that son day." crated the American, whit with anger. "Enopibr Z commanded, William 8panU. MWs are not children." Turn ing to King, he went on,, a touch of kindness in his Voles: "Cheer, her if you can. ' She la one of your class. Do' not let the lights go out" Raising his hands, 'be fairly drove the others from tne doorway. For a time Klug stood in his corner. watching tbs figure huddled against the opposite wall. Suddenly be started forward, his eyes wide and staring. Hs had seen that gray riding habit before. Two eager steps he took and then halted half way. "Great Jeho vah!" he gasped, unbelieving. "You! My God. Is it you?" He dropped to his knees before ber, peering Into ber startled eyes. A look of abject terror crossed the "If t god, is it tou 7" tired, tear stained face. She shrank away from blm. What Is it? Where am I?" she moaned. "Oh, let me go! What have I done that you should bring me here? Let me go. Mr. King! Tou are not so wicked as" 'I I bring you here!" he Interrupt ed, aghast Then he understood. Ut ter dismay filled his eyes. "You think that I have done this thing to you? God above us! Look! 1. too, am a prisoner here. They are going to kill me after tomorrow." "Oh. Mr. King, what does it all mean? Forgive me! I see now. You are bound; you are suffering; you axe years older. What have you doner What have I doner "Don't shrink from me," he urged. Try to calm yourself." Then, with the utmost gentleness, he persuaded her to rise and walk about tbe little room with him. ' "It will give you courage," he urged. "Poor little girl!" She looked up into his face, a new light coming Into her eyes. "Don't talk now," he said softly. "Take your time. Hold to my arm, please. There!" For five or ten minutes he led her back and forth across tbe room very tenderly. At first she was faint and uncertain; then, as her strength and wits came back to ber, courage took the place of despair. She smiled wanly and asked blm to sit down with her. "Where are we? What is it all about?" she asked. "Not so loud," he cautioned. "I'D be perfectly candid with you. You'll have to be very, very brave. But wait. Perhaps It will be easier for you to tell me what has happened to you, so far as you know. I can throw light on the whole situation, I think, She became more excited. Her eyes flashed; she spoke rapidly. On tbe morning of the 23d Bhe had gone for her gallop in the famous Ganlook road, attended by two faithful grooms from the royal stables, "I was in for a longer ride than usu al," she said, with sudden constraint She looked away from her eager listen er. "I was nervous and bad not slept the night before. A girl never does, I suppose." He looked askance. "Yes?" he que ried. She was blushing, he was sure of it "I mean a girl Is always nervous and distrait after after she has prom ised, don't you see." No; I don't see." I had promised Count Vos Engo the night before that I Oh, but it really has nothing to do with the story. I" Truxton was actually glaring at her. You mean that you had promised to marry Count Vos Engo!" he stammer ed. How very strangely you talk! Are you sure I mean, do you think it is fever? One suffers so" He sighed deeply. "Well, that's over! Whew: it was a aream, Dy Jove!" She waited a moment and then, look ing down, said very gently, "I'm so sorry for you." Then she resumed her story. She bad gone six or eight miles down the Ganlook road when she came up with five troopers of the royal guard. One of the troopers came forward and respectfully requested her to turn off into another road until a detachment passed, in charge of a gang of despera does taken at the inn of the Hawk and Raven the night before. Unsus pecting, she rode off into the forest lane for several hundred yards. It was a trap. The men were not troopers, but brigands got up in the uniform of the guard. Once away from tbe 'main highway, they made prisoners of her and the two grooms. Then followed a long ride through roads new to ber. When night came they were high In tbe mountains back of the monas tery, many hours ahead of any pur suit They became stupidly careless, and tbe two grooms made a dash for freedom. One of tbem was killed, but one had escaped. Some time during the slow, tortur ing ride through the forest she swoon ed. When she came to her senses she was in a dimly, lighted room, surround ed by men. The gag had been re moved from her mouth. She would have shrieked 'out in her terror had not her gaze rested upon the figure of a man who sat opposite, his elbews on tbe back- of the chair which he straddled, his chin on bis arms. He was staring st hex steadily, his black eyes catching ber gaze and- holding it a snare noias me . nira it na charmed. . - She. recognized tbe hard, hawklike face. There could be no mistake, 'She was looking Into, the face that mad the portrait of the Iron Count so ab horrent to her the leathery head of cadaver with eyes that lived., Sh broke down and cried herself Into the sleep of exhaustion. i . " Ail th next day she sat limp and helpless to th chair they bad brought to her, - She could neither eaf nor drink. ' Late la th afternoon Marlanx cam again. . . Bhe knew not v from whence be came; be stood before her suddenly as If produced by tbe magic of some fabled 'genie, smiling blandly, his hands clasped behind big back, bis attitude one of designing calculation. "He laughed when I demanded that he should restore me to my friends. He chlded me when I pleaded and beg ged, for mercy. My Questions were never answered, , Where am L Mr, King? Oh, this dreadful place! Why are w here you and IT, King's' heart throbbed fiercely one more, A vast hunger possessed his soul In that moment be could have laid down bis life for her with a smile of rejoicing. Then be told ber why she was there. why he was there and of the 20th the dreadful 26th! "God in heaven!" she repeated over and over again In a piteous whisper, Th light was going out "Quick!" he cried. "The candle! Light a fresh one. My hands are bound." She crept to tbe candles and Joined the wicks. A new light grew as the old one died. Then ahe stood erect. looking down upon him. "You are bound. I forgot" She started forward, dropping to her knees beside him, an eager gleam In her eyes. "If I can untie tbe rope will that help? There must be one little chance for you for us. Let me try." By Jove," he whispered admiringly. his spirits leaping to meet hers, "you've got pluck. Tou put new life in me. I I was almost a a quitter." At last, after many despairing tugs, the knot relaxed. "There!" she cried. sinking back exhausted. "Ob, bow it must have hurt you! Your wrists are raw!" Ula arms were stiff and sore and hung like lead at his sides. She watch ed blm with narrowed eyes while be stood off and tried to work blood and strength back into his muscles. Do you think you can can do any thing now, Mr. King?" she asked after long Interval. "We must escape, she said as if it were all settled. "It cannot be tonight," he gently in formed her, a sickness attacking his heart "Don't you think you'd better try to get some sleep?" He prevailed upon her to lie down. with his coat for a pillow. In two minutes she was asleep. For an bonr or more he sat there looking sorrowfully st the tired, sweet face, the utmost despair in his soul. At last he stretched himself out on the floor near tbe door, and as be went to sleep he prayed that Providence might open a way for him to prove that she was not depending on him In vain. (To be continued,) How's This? We offer One Hundred Dollars Re ward for any case of Catarrh that cannot be cured toy Hall's Catarrh Cure. F. J. CHENY & CO., Toledo, O. We, the undersigned, have known F. J. 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' THEY ARE INSOLENT ROGUES nr and Caustle Advlos Ar Shew red Upon Those Whe Engage Them, OiT Wet W FaYui Days the Cabbies 8purn Those Who Want to Rid. , Among Anglo-Saxons there Is a gen eral and Instinctive desire to da busi ness on the basis of an entente cor dial.' In Paris the hailing of a cab man Is looked on. by both, parties to the transaction aa an Implied deciara tjon of war. Tbe cabman takes your, measure, and you take bis number If you are wise.: At once he will give you a reason to remark that he has a rooted and premeditated objection, to drive yon where you wish to go, Per haps he prefers tbe opera quarter be cause it is central, or should tbe weath er be fin his heart is probably set upon driving In tbe Dots, while you may have business at the bourse. He explains his views on th subject Self ishly and rudely. A . foreigner alighted recently from tbe Calais train at the Northern rail way station In Paris, and ordered a typical Parisian cabman, bloated, pale and absinth soaked, to drive him to the Rue Blomet. which is a street in tbe relatively distant Vauglrard quar ter. "Peut on bablter la Rue Blomet?" ("Is It possible to Inhabit tbe Rue Blomet?") exclaimed tbe ragged ruf fian in an epigrammatic note of dis dain which would have done honor to Beau Brummel. But It Is when the Paris cabman has once started on bis "course." a war path in the strict sense of the term, that he proves to what a limitless ex tent be is the enemy of mankind. His hatred of the "bourgeois." tbe "man in the street, in spite of and indeed be cause of his being a potential client Is expressed at every yard. He con stantly tries to run him down, which makes strangers to Paris accuse tbe Paris cabman of driving badly, while In point of fact he Is not driving at all, but playing with miraculous skill a game of his own which suggests can non billiards in the hands of a world's champion. But It Is not with the public alone that be Is at war. Ou all other cab men whose path he crosses, on omni bus drivers, motorcar meu. bicyclists, private coachmen, costermongers with barrows and tsotto voce) tbe police be heaps deadly Insults, tbe least outra geous of which are "Ours!" ("Bearr" and "Fourneaut" ("Oven!". tbe latter containing a subtle double meaning:. Intelligible only to those who have Paris "argot" or slang at their finger ends and too long to explain. Tbe cabman's wild career through. tbe streets, tbe constant wavering and slashing of bis pitiless whip, his mad cap burtlements and collisions, tbe frenzied gesticulations which be ex changes with bis "fare." tbe panic stricken flight of the agonized women whose lives be has endangered, tbe ngly rushes which tbe public occasion ally makes nt blm with a view to lynching him. tbe sprawllngs and fall ings of bis maddened, hysterical, starv ing horse, contribute as much as any thing to tbe spasmodic intensity, tbe electric blue fire diablerie, which are characteristic of the general move ment of Paris. Ail that can be said in mitigation of the Paris cabman's method is that "he has tbem in tbe blood." Every Parisian (and tbe cabman Is no excep tion) has the soul of a dictator and the spirit of an artist To exercise au tocratic power and. falling this, to en- Joy tbe maximum of personal freedom from all restraint moral or social, la the goal at which be is ever aiming. openly or secretly. Watch a Paris cabman, for Instance, on a wet day or on some festival oc casion, such as the New Year, when there is a big demand for bis services. With what haughty disdain does he drive along tbe streets, deaf to every appeal, refusing every fare, rejoicing in the discomfort and inconvenience be is causing, triumphant in tbe thought that at last he has "tbe bour geois" at bis feet; that the clientele which be detests and which detests him Is now a humiliated, bemuddled or bedraggled moo or suppucanra waiting on bis will, whom be can en rage to boiling point with his sneers and his silence or lash with bis sar casms as cruelly as be beats his horse Cheerfully does be sacrifice half a day's earnings , to the enjoyment of this exquisite revenge, for at least be can say to bis hungry wife and chil dren when be gets home, "J'al vecn.' Xbey may not have dined, but be has lived. It is because the Parisian recognizes In himself a certain community of sentiment with the cabman In this at titude ,toward life that be tolerates him. though be does sot forgive him. Harper's Weekly. ' Her Only Course. Lady Anne Lindsay, the author of the old poem "Acid Robin Gray,", was not only a delightful conversationalist , but she was a great story teller. . This gift made her not only a wel come guest abroad, but a valuable member of the home circle, for it Is related In .A Group of Scottish Wo men" that at a dinner party r which ' she was giving to some friends an old manservant caused some amusement by saying in a . perfectly audible un dertone: v--" - ''' ' "My lady, yon must tell another . story. Tbe second cours wont be . ready for fir minutes."
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