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CHAPTER III.
I A i PONDEROUS coach lumbered
I A I slowly, almost painfully, along
I I the narrow ronil that skirted :
' ' the base of a mountain. It was [
drawn by four horses, and upon the
, seat sat two rough, unkempt Russians,
ouo holding the reins, the other lying
back !u a lazy doze. The month was
ml June, and all the world seemed soft
and sweet and Joyous. To tlu< righi
flowed u turbulent mountain stream,
bailing savagely with the alien waters
of the .flood senson. Ahead of the
creaking 1-oaeli rode four horsemen,
all heavily aruied; another quartette
followed some distance in the rear.
At the side of the coach an officer of
the Russian mounted police was riding
easily, jangling his accouterments
with a vigor that disheartened at least
one wocupaut of the vehicle. The windows
of the coach doors were lowered,
permitting the fresh mountain air to
caress fondly the face of the young
woman who tried to find comfort in
one of the broad seats. Since early
morn she had struggled with the hardships
of that seat, mid the late after.
noon found her very much out of pavj
ticnee. The opposite seat was the rest-^
Ing place of a substantial eolored woman
and a stupendous pile oP bags and
boxes. The boxes were continually
.toppling over, and the bags were for
ever getting under the feet of the once
placid servant, whose face, quite luckily.
was much too Mack to reflect the
anger she was able otherwise, through
years of practice, to conceal.
"How much farther have we to go, '
; lieutenant?" asked the girl on the rear j
I scat piamtivciy. even numbly. The
man was very deliberate with' his
English. lie had been recommended
to her as the best linguist in the serv4)
ice at Kadoviteb, and lie liad a repu/
tation to sustain.
"It another hour is but yet," he managed
to inform her, with a eonfldent
smile.
"Oh, dear," she sighed, "a whole hour ,
of this!"
4*\VC ROOH ;
yo* inak' up yo' inin' to res' easy-like, !
on* we"? Hut tlio faithful old colored 1
Woman's advice was lost In the wrath- .
ful exclamation that accompanied nnother
dlslodgmont of bags and boxes.
The wheels of the coach had dropped
suddenly Into a deep rut. Aunt Fanny's
growls wore scarcely more potent
? than poor Miss Beverly's moans.
"It la getting worse and worse," exclaimed
Aunt Fanny's mistress petulantly.
"I'm black and blue from bead
to foot, aren't you. Aunt Fanny?"
"Ah eain' say as to de blue. Miss
Bev'ly. Hit's a 1110s' monstrous bad
I road, sho 'nough. Stay up dar, will
1 yo'?" she concluded, jamming a bag
| into an upper corner.
1 Miss Caliioun, tourist extraordinary
[again consulted the linguist in the sa?
Idle. She knew at the outset that th
Wrest would he hopeless, but sl:e con!
Ithlnk of 110 better way to pass the nex
hioi:r than to extract a mito of inform::
kion from the ollicor.
I "Vnw fur n ?mrvl oi l <'li:lt'" h1:i>
Learning a smile upon the grizzled Kus
klau. "I3 there a lUevnShotcl in tin
X ^Willage?" she asked.
Tlioy were on die e.lge of the village
efore she succeeded in finding out nli
Liat* she could, and it was not a great
cal. either. She learned that the town
tf Bnlak was in Axphaiu, scarcely n
die from the Graustnrk line. There
ias an cut lug and sleeping house on
e main street, and the population of
e place did not exceed 300.
When Miss Beverly awoke the next
orniug, sore and distressed, she look1
back upon the night with a horror
at sleep had been kind enough to lurrupt
only at Intervals. The wretched
stelry lived long iu her secret cata;ue
of terrors. Iler"bed was not a
id; it was a torture. The robin, the
ble, the? but it was all too odious for
jscrlption. Fatigue was her only
lend In that miserable hole* Aunt
|nny had slept on the lloor near her
[stress' cot, and It was the good old
lorcil woman's grumbling that awoke
jvcrly. The sun was climbing up the
luntains in the east, and there was
air of general activity about the
ce. Beverly's watch told her that It
8 past 8 o'clock.
Good gracious!" she exclaimed.
*s nearly noon, Aunt Fanny. Hurry
? ng here and get me up. We'must
t*,? *lila nliiimlmililn nl:ici> ill tell mill
3." She was up and raciug about
itedly.
f * [Jefo* brenkfas'?" demanded Aunt
my weakly.
Joodness. Aunt Fanny, is that all
think about?"
Vell? honey, yo'll be thinkin'
ghjy serious 'bout break fas' 'long
ids Me en o'clock. Dat ll'l turn*
o' yourn'll be pow'ful mad 'cause
lidu'
ery well, Aunt Fanny, you can
iJong and have the woman put up
jakfast for us. and we'll eat it on
o -oad. I positively refuse to cat
ler niouthrul in that awful dining
[ I'll be down in ten minutes."
i was down in less. Sleep, no
Vr how hard earned, had revived
bit-its materially. She pronounced
U ready for'any thing. Thero was
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a wholesome disdain lor Hit* rlpors of
l!n? coniiup ride throu;;h the mountains
ia (lie way she pave orders for the
start. The Russian oflicer met her
just outside the entrance to (lie Inn.
lie was less Eaplish than ever, hut ho
eventually pave her to understand that
he had secured permission to escort
her as far as Gunlook, a town in
Graustark not more than fifteen miles
from Edelweiss and at least two days
from Balak. Two competent Axphniulan
puldes had been retained, and the
party was quite ready to start, lie.
had been warned of the presence of
Iv^ipaiuls In the wild mountainous
passes north of Ganlook. The Russians
could po no farther than Ganlook
because of a royal edict from
Edelweiss forblddinp the nearer approach
of armed forces. At that town.
however, he was sure she easily could
obtain nil escort of Graustarkian soldiers.
As the big coach crawled up the
mountain road nud farther into the
oppressive solitudes Beverly Calhoun
drew from the ditQcult lieutenant considerable
Information concerning the
state of affairs In Graustnrk. She had
been eagerly awaiting the time when
^something definite could be learned,
before leaving St. Petersburg early in
the week 6he was assured that a state
of war did not exist. The Princess
Yetive had been in Edelweiss for six
weeks. A formal dcmaud was framed
soon after her return from America requiring
Pawsbergen to surrender the
person of Prince Gabriel to the authorities
of Graustnrk. To this demand
there was no definite response, Dawsbcrgen
Insolently requesting time in
which to consider the proposition.
Axphaln immediately sent an envoy
to Edelweiss to say that all friendly
relations between the two governments
would cease unless Graustnrk
took vigorous steps to recapture the
royal assassin. On one side of the
unhappy principality a strong, ovor
bearing princess was egging Graustark
on to fight, whllo on the other side an
equally aggressive people defied Yetlve
to come and take the fugitive If
she could rw.. i>ituv??s Ivun uw
tween two ugly alternatives, and a
struggle seemed Inevitable. At Balak
It was learned thnt Axphain had recently
sent n final appeal to the government
of Graustark, and It was uo
secret that something like a threat at.coinpauled
the message.
Prince Gabriel was in complete coutrol
at Serros and was disposed to
laugh at the demands of his late captors.
Ills half brother, the dethroned
Prlnoo Dan tan. was still hiding in the
fastnesses of the hills, protected by a
small company of nobles, and there
was no hope that he ever could regain
bis crown. Gabriel's power over the
army was supreme. The general public
admired Dautan, but it was helpless
In the face of circumstances.
"But why should Axphain seek to
linruss CJi-niist sirlc sir this llnin?" <1p
mamlcd Beverly Calhoun In perplexity
and wrath. "I should think the
brutes would try to help her."
"There Is an element of opposition
to the course the -government is taking,"
the ofllcer informed her in his
own way, "but U-Js greatly in the minority.
The Ast*dalnians have hated
Gruustark sineg the last isyar, and the
princess despises tills American. It is
nil open fact that the*T,)uke of Mizrox
leads the opposition to I'rlncess Volga,
and she is #ure to have hitu beheaded
if the chance affords. He is friendly
to ^.^uipst tlie
policy of h^^-hKvss from the start."
"I'd likotonugrhe Piike of Mizrox,"
cried Beverly warmly. The otlicer did
not understand her, but Aunt Fanny
was scandalized.
"Good Lawd!" she muttered to the
boxes and bags.
As the coach rolled deeper and deep
er into the rock shadowed wilderness
Beverly Calhoun felt an undeniable
sensutlon of awe creeping over her.
The brave, impetuous girl had plunged
gayly Into the project which now led
her into the deadliest of uncertainties
with but little thought of the consequences.
The first stage of the journey by
con eh had been good fun. They had
passed along pleasant roads, through
quaint villages and among interesting
people, and progress had been rapid.
The second stage had presented rather
terrifying prospects, and the third day
promised even greater vicissitudes.
Looking from the coach windows out
upon the quiet, desolate grandeur of
her surroundings, poor Beverly began
to appreciate how abjectly helpless end
alone she was. Her companions were
ugly, vicious looking men, any one of
whom could inspire terror by a look.
She had intrusted herself to the care
of these strange creatures In the moment
of inspired courage, and now she
was constrained to regret her action.
True, they had proved worthy protectors
as far as they had gone, but
the very possibilities that lay in their
power were appalling, !> >-. that she
hnd time to consider the situation.
The oflleer in charge had been recommended
as a trusted servant of the
czar; an American consul had secured i
the escort for her direct from the frontier
patrol authorities.' Men "high* in
| power had vouched for t])9 integrity'
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or the detachment, but all this was forgotten
in the mighty solitude of the
iflountains. She was beginning to fear
lier escort more thau she feared the
brigands of the hills.
Treachery seemed printed on their
hacks as they rode ahead of her. The
big otlicer was ever polite and alert,
but she was ready to distrust hint on
the slightest excuse. These men could
not help knowiug that she was rich,
and it was reasonable for them to suspect
that she carried money and jewels
with her. In her mind's eye she could
picture those traitors rifling her bags
and boxes in some dark pass, and then
there were other horrors that almost
petrified her when she allowed herself
to think of them.
Here and there the travelers passed
by rude cots where dwelt woodmen nnd
mountaineers, and at long intervals a
solitary but picturesque horseman stood
aside and gave them the road. Ap the
coach penetrated deeper Into the gorge
signs of human life nn?J nctvity became
fewer. The sun could not send
his light into this shadowy tomb of
granite. The rattle of the wheels and
the clatter of the horses' hoofs sounded
like a constant crash of thunder in the
ears of the tender traveler, a dainty
inui.iL-i among nawKS and wolves.
There was an unmistakable tremor
in her voice when she at last found
heart to ask the oilicer where they were
to spend the night. It was far past
noon, and Aunt Fanny had suggested
opening the lunch baskets. One of the
guidea was called back, the leader being
as much in the dark as his charge.
"There is no village within twenty
miles." ho said, "and wo must sleep in
the pass."
Beverly's voice faltered. "Out here
in all this awful"? Then she caught
herself quickly. It came to her suddenly
that she must not lot these men see
that she was apprehensive. Her voice
was a trifle shrill and her eyes glistened
with a strange new light as she
went on, changing her tack completely:
"IIow romantic! I've often wanted to
do something like this."
The offlecr looked bewildered and
said nothing. Aunt Fanny was speechless.
Later on. when the lieutenant had
gone ahead to confer with the guides
about the suspicious actions of a small
troop of horsemen they had seen, Beverly
confided to the old negress that she
was frightened almost out of her boots,
hut that she'd (lie before the men
should sec a sign of cowardice iu a
Calhoun. Aunt Fanny was not so
proud and imperious. It was Wua difficulty
that her high strung young mistress
suppressed the wails that had
long been uuder restraint Iu Aunt Fanny's
huge and turbulent bosom.
"Hood Lawd, Miss Bev'ly. dev'll chop
us.nil '
an money an cioes an ev yunng else
we done Rot about us. Gooil Lawd,
le's tu'n buck, Miss Bev'ly. We aln'
pot no 10 y sliow out beali In dcse
mountains dan a"?
"Be still. Aunt Fanny!" commanded
Beverly, witli a line sliow of courage.
"You must lie brave. Don't you see
wo can't turn hack? It's just as dangerous
and a heap sight more so. If
we let on we're not one bit afraid
they'll respect us, don't you see, aud
men never harm women whom they
respect."
"Uniph!" grunted Aunt Fanny, with
exaggerated irony.
"Well, they never do!" maintained
Beverly, who was not at all sure about
It. "And they look like real nice men
- honest men, even though they have
such awful whiskers."
"Dey's do wust trash Ah eveli did
see," exploded Aunt Fanny.
"Sh! Don't let them hear you," whispered
Beverly.
In spite of her terror and perplexity
she was compelled to smile. It was
all so like the farce comedies one sees
at the theater.
As the olilecr rode up his face was
pale in the shadowy light of the afternoon,
and he was plainly very nervous.
"What is the latest news from the
i run it sue uquueu eueeriuiijr.
"The men rel'uso to ride ou," he exclaimed,
speaking rapidly, making it
still harder for her to understand. "Our
advance guard has met a party of hunters
from Axphaln. They insist that you
?'tiie fine lady in the coach'?are the
Princess Yetive, returning from n secret
visit to St. Petersburg, where you
went to plead for assistance from the
czar."
Beverly Calhoun gasped in astonishment.
It was too incredible to believe.
It was actually ludicrous. She laughed
heartily, "llow perfectly absurd."
"I am well aware that you are not
the Princess Yetive," he coutinued emphatically,
"but what can 1 do? The
men won't believe me. Thby swear
they have been tricked and are panic
stricken over the situation. The hunters
tell them that the Axphaln authorities,
fully aware of the hurried Uight
of the princess through these wilds,
are preparing to intercept her. A large
detachment of soldiers is nlready
across the Graustnrk frontier. It is
oidy a question of time before the
'red legs' will be upon them. I have
assured them that their beautiful
charge Is not the princess, but an
American Kli1' nnd that there is no
mystery about the coach end escort.
All in vain. The Axphain guides already
feel that their heads are on the
block, while as for the Cossacks, not
even my dire threats of the nwful anger
of the white czar when ho finds
they have disobeyed his commands
will move them."
"Speak to your men once more, sir,
and promise them big purses of gold
when we reach 05 an look. I have no
money or valuables with mo, but there
I can obtain plenty," said Beverly,
shrewdly thinking it better that ihoy
should believe her to he without funds.
The cavalcade had halted during this
eolloquy. All the men were ahead conversing
sullenly and excitedly with
UiucU sc#!iculaU?n,
r |
ill creatine, seemingly indltlerent to nil j
tliat Was going on. aloue reinained at
bis post. Tbe situation, apparently
I dangerous, was certainly most unuoyi
ing. lint if Beverly could have road
: the mind of that silent figure on the
j box she would Lave felt slightly re;
1 loved, for lie was Infinitely more aux- ]
ions to proceed than cveu she. but from
I far different reasons, lie was a Itussiau
convict who bad escaped ou tbe
way to Siberia. Disguised as a coachman.
he was seeking life and safety In
Gruustark or any out of the way place. ;
It mattered little to him where the es- ;
cort concluded to go. lie was going
ahead, lie dared not go back; he must
go 011.
At the end of half an hour the officer
returned. All hope bad gone from his
face. "It is useless!" he cried out.
"The guides refuse to proceed. See!
They are going ofT with their countrymen!
We are lost without them. I do
not know what to do. We cannot get
to 'Ganlook. 1 do uot know the way,
and the danger is great. Ah, madam,
here they come! The Cossacks ??r?* g->iug
back."
Asia? spoke the surly mutineers were
riding slowly toward tbe coach. Every
man had bis pistol 011 the high pom.acl
of the saddle. Their faces wore an
I \TT73Pn
Ilia only tliowjlit xv(is to yet away. j
ugly look. As they passed llie officer
one of them, pointing ahead of him
with his sword, shouted savagely,
"BaUik!"
It was conclusive and convincing.
They were deserting her.
"Oh, oh. oh! The cowards'." sobbed
Beverly in rage and despair. "I must
go on: is it possible lliut even such
She was interrupted by the voice of
the officer, who. raising his cap to her,
commanded at the same time the driver
to turn Ills horses and follow the
escort to Baink.
"What is that?" demanded Beverly
in alarm.
From far off came the sound of (irearms.
A dozen shots were lircd ar.d
reverberated down through the gloomy
pass ahead of the coacli. j
"They are lighting somewhere in the
hills in front of us," answered the now
frightened ollicer. Turning quickly, he
saw the deserting horsemen halt, listen
a minute and then spur their horses,
lie cried out sharply to the driver:
"Come, there! Turn round I We have
no time to lose!" I
With a savage grin, the hitherto
motionless driver hurled some insult?
iug remark at the ollicer, who was already
following his men. now in full
flight down lite road, and, settling himself
(irmly on (he seat, taking a fresh
grip of (he reins, he yelled to his <
horses, at the same time lashing them
furiously with his whip, and started |
the coach ahead at a fearful pace. His <
only Thought was to.get away as far I
I as nossible from the Russian officer, i
then deliberately desert the coach and i
Its occupants and take to the hills. 1
CHAPTER IV.
fflHOROUOHLY mystified by the
action of the driver and at
length terrified by the pace that
carried them careening along
the narrow road, Beverly cried out to
him, her voice shrill with alarm. Aunt
Fanny was crouching on the floor of
the coach between the seats, groaning
nnd praying.
"Stop! Where are you going?" cried
Beverly, putting her head recklessly
through the window. If the man heard
her he gave no evidence of the fact.
Ills face was set forward, and lie was
guiding the horses with a firm, uuqulvering
hand. The coach rattled
and bounded along the dangerous way
hewn in the side of the mountain. A
misstep or a false turn might easily
start the clumsy vehicle rolling down
the declivity on the right. The convict
was taking desperate chances and,
with a cool, calculating brain, prepared
to leap td the ground in case of accident
and save himself, without a
thought for the viqfims Inside.
"Stop! Turn around!" she cried in a
' frenzy. "We shall be killed. Are you
i crazy?"
_ - *
I By this time they had struck a de'
scent in the road and were rushing
along at breakneck speed into oppressive
shadows that bore the first imprints
of night. Realizing at last that
her cries were falling upon purposely
deaf cars, Beverly Calhoun sank back
| into the seat, weak and terror stricken.
' It was plain to her that the horses were
uot running away, for the man had
been lashing them furiously. There
was but one conclusion?he was deliberately
taking her farther into the
mountain fastnesses, his purpose
known only to himself. A hundred terrors
presented themselves to her as
she lay huddled against the side of the
coach, her eyes closed tightly, her teniae,
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the sway of the vehicle. There was the i
fundamental fear that she would be ! !.
lashod to death down the side of the | neai
mountain, but apart from this her ' slnu
juick brain was evolving all sorts of "V
possible endings?none short of aliso- you'
lute disaster. own
liven as she prayed that something cour
might intervene to cheek the mad rush cons
xnd to deliver her from the horrors of valo
the moment the raucous voice of the lifte
lriver was heard la King to his horses, they
md the pace became slower. The aw- cow:
ful rocking and the jolting grew less Th
severe, the clatter resolved itself into a pod
broken rumble, and then the coach Intel
stopped with a mighty lurch. and
Dragging herself from the corner, pear
poor Beverly Calhoun, no longer a dis- than
iainful heroine, gazed piteously out i not
into the shadows, expecting the inur- | soss<
ilerous blade of the driver to meet her 1 pare
us she did so. Pauloff had swung from 1 "I'
the box of the coach and was peering high
first into the woodland below and then how
upon the rocks to the left. lie wore tlio hi \
expression of a man trapped and seek- c'cn
ing means of escape. Suddenly he dart- h*on
od behind the coach, almost brushing a''k
against Beverly's hat as he passed the l'ic
window. She opened her lips to call hve
liiiu, but even as she (lid so lie took kat
to his heels and raced back over the ?ro'
road they had traveled so precipitously. "1
Overcome by surprise and dismay, *? *
she only could watch the flight In si- aut*
ieiice. Less than a hundred feet from crle<
where the coach was standing lie turned
to the r?ght and was lost among the cco^
rocks. Aiiead, four horses, covered no
with sweat, were panting and heaving *?rv
as if in great distress after their mad *or'run.
Aunt Fanny was still moaning toa:"
and praying by turns in the bottom of ^eai
the carriage. Darkness was settling *urc
down upon the pass, and objects a bun- 1
dred yards away wore swallowed by
the gloom. There was no sound save 1:11,1
the blowing of the tired animals and ,ca
the moaning of the old negress. Lever- '11S
ly realized with a sinking heart that cnu
they were alone and helpless In the clu*
mountains, with night upon them.
She never knew where the strength
anil courage came from, but she forced
open the stubborn coach door and j,
scrambled to the ground, looking fran- t.ou
ticnlly in all directions for a single asj;
sign of hope. In the most despairing , j,'rc
terror she had ever experienced she J g(r(
siarieu toward me lead Dorses, Doping vaj,
against liope that nt least one of her |10 ,
men had remained faithful. n j
A man stepped quietly from the Inner pj0(
side of the road and advanced with the voj(
uncertain tread of one who is overcome Gf j
by amazement. lie was a stranger pVo
and wore an odd, uncouth garb. The t."
failing light told her that he was not 'pno
one of her late protectors. She shrank |,an
back with a faint cry of alarm, ready od
to fly to the protecting arms of hopeless 0ne
Aunt Fanny If her uncertain legs could ;?j: i
carry her. At the same Instant another you
ragged strauger, theu two, three, (our ^
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vo. appeared as if by magic. some
her. ethers approaching from (he
tows.
Vho?who in heaven's name are
r" sho faltered. The sound of Iter
voice in a measure restored the
age that had been paralyzed. I n
ciously this slim sprig of southern
r threw hack her shoulders ai..I
d Iter cliln. If they were brigands
should not Hud her it cringing
ird. After all. she was a Calhoun,
o man she had lirst observed stopnear
the horses' heads and peered
ltly at her from boner h a broad
rakish bat. He was tall and aped
to be more respectably clad
bis fellows, although there was
one who looked as though lie postal
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ness," replied the tall vagabond,
ing low. To her surprise, be spoke
cry good English, llis voice was
r. aiul there was a tinge of polite
y in the 1 p es. "But all people are
e in the mountains. The king and
thief, the princess and the jade
ill lllc? cii'iiinnii lotil " Ami liiu
swung so low that it touched the
.uid.
am powerless. I only implore you
nke what valuables you may hail
let us proceed unharmed!" she
d rapidly, eager to have it over,
'ray, how can your highness prol?
You have no guide, no driver,
escort," said the man moc!;in. ly.
erly looked at him nppealingly, ut)'
without words to reply. The
3 were welling to her eyes, and her
t was throbbing li!;e that of a c pd
bird. In after life she was able
ucture in her mind's eye a'.l lie
ills of that tableau In the 1110 inpass?the
hopeless coach, the
tiling horses, the rakish bandit and
picturesque men. the tower'ag
's and n unite of a girl facing liio
of everything.
[TO I1F CONTINUED.]
A Will In Three Worth.
1 tiie probate division of the London
nty court Sir (Jorell Barnes was
(?(l to mimit to probate tbe will of
deriek Thorn of Amesbury avenue,
?alham, who died leaving property
tod at $-1,000. A day or so before
lied, counsel stated. Mr. Thorn had
niralytie stroke. lie asked for a
e of paper, and they gave an en>pe
to him. lie wrote on the back
t, in the presence of his wife and
i of his children, "All to mother. I<\
This was witnessed by Arthur
rn and Percy Thorn. The wi'l ?as
ded ?p to his lordship, who re u kthat
it was probably the sho. st
on record. It was duly el
w!tnc.'..tc;l an 1 he ' foe-? -a.
nc l for it.