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Universal Film Manufacturing Company.
SYNOPSIS.
Kitty Ora;', newspaper woman, finds In
^ curio shoi half of a broken coin, the
fiutllated ir-scriptlon on which arouses
er curioi.lt/ and leads her, ut the order
pf her RMUIIiillf editor. t> |0 lO tiie prin-
cipality of Gretzhoffen to piece out the
Itory suggested by the inscription. She is
followed, and on arrival in Gretzhoffen
fier adventures while ('busing the secret
>f 1 he broken coin begin.
TWENTY-FIRST INSTALLMENT
CHAPTER LXXIII.
The Encounter at Sea.
Over the sea, up into the stars, sped
the distress call of the ship at sea:
"S. O. S. Gretzhoffen! 8. O. S. Gretz-
bolTen!"
Broken, incoherent at times, but im-
perative, the strident wail ol the wire-
less clamoring out into the empty air,
asking for ears far away to listen to
what It said. And ears did hear—the
ears of friends.
The prime minister of Gretzhoffen,
as has been said, had by this time
succeeded in making some sort of a
clearance of the unwelcome guests of
the Gretzhoffen palace. Ho had got
the king to bed, some of his officers to
horse, and a few of his servants to
work. As for himself, he felt him-
self unable to establish the broken
machinery of the government on any
lasting basis. Frederick—Count Fred-
erick—the man with the strong brain
and arm—where was he?
Ment upon answering for himself
this somewhat imperative question,
the prime minister made search here
and there for some clue to the miss-
ing nobleman. ills agents ran the
trail to the dock whence Count Fred-
erick had sailed so many duys ago.
He learned that at the time the king's
yacht had put out there had been seen
the line of smoke of a passing steam-
er, far below, toward the mouth of
the bay. Apparently the king's yacht
had set out with the purpose of inter-
cepting this steamer. What then had
happened none could tell. Some-
where out on the sea tho nobleman
of Gretzhoffen had disappeared.
Therefore, said tho prime minister
to himself, It might well be true that
Count Frederick, having been gone a
certain period of time, might now be
ready to return. Those long absences
were usual with him, but always he
had como back. Hitherto that had
meant his return by land. Now it
must mean his return by sea. It
might be quite as well, reasoned the
prime minister, to have one of th«
earliest interviews with Count Fred-
erick on his return. It was well, sure-
ly, to he well established with those
who would take control of affairs in
the distracted kingdom of Gretz-
hofTen.
"I shall even take our other yacht,
the Adellna," said the prime minister
to himself, "and put myself In the way
of the royal yacht, should it now be re-
turning." And even so he did.
The Adelina was a stout little steam-
ing craft, of good lines, and well
enough armed.
The prime minister did not hasten
in his errand, for indeed ho had no
definite purpose in view. Only, having
put the Adelina into commission, he
pushed out quite beyond the bay, un-
til he felt the long roll of the Med-
iterranean under him. Then, as it
chanced, at a point not so far from
the late shipwreck of the Prinz Art-
ler, he slackened speed and kept him
self barely under way. Having noth-
ing better to do, he waited.
| It was night now, and the stars were I
shining brightly above. Tho gentle
airs of the South European sea wee
soft and languorous. But, to the prime speed, stopped, and lay rolling in the
minister, as he restlessly paced the Sea. By this time the boats of the
deck of the Adelina, these things Adelina were putting out. well packed
than half of that where we He now—
we cannot be more than forty miles
from him this minute."
"Easily within that, excellency. The
stuff comes awfully strong—they are
close, that is sure."
"Send the captain at once," ordered
the official.
The captain came and learned this
news also. At once the bow of the
yacht was headed toward this call,
which camt> down out of the stars im-
ploringly, u>£ing speed.
That was what the night called out
with its mysterious voice. The quick
wit of Courj; Frederick had availed in
this emergency in which he found him-
self. He kjew that the Adelina would
be in commission. He hoped that
someone tjight be found to take com-
mand. H knew that any aid which
came, mi;4 come soon.
The Adelina now swung in full
speed, he/ engines purring softly in a
continuous roll as she took up her top
gait, and held it steadily. Always the
call canie, "S. 0. S.—Gretzhoffen—S.
O. S.—(jretzhoffen." For, as a matter
of fact although left long since in
his own den on the upper deck, the
oppratar of the Princess had dutifully
done what he had been bidden to do.
The.v plowed on into the starry
night lor Bome time. At length an ex-
clamation came from the captain to
the ollicial who stood at his side on
the biidge.
"I h«e her!" said he. "Dead ahead,
and coming on at a good clip herself.
Screaming bloody murder. Well, well,
we will see in a couple of Jiffies what
it is all about. She's not sinking—
she# not on lire—what's wrong
theri?"
Muantime, on board the Princess
sucjj confusion reigned that at the
timj none saw the swift approach of
the Adelina. The owner of the Prin-
ces# was busy with his late pris-
onfcrs. Count Frederick was once more
assailed when he attempted to leave
tho wireless room—where, as has been
saul. the operator still held to his task,
wholly ignorant, naturally, that his
ca;l to Gretzhoffen had been answered
thus swiftly. Indeed, Frederick aad
Kitty both found themselves in des-
perate plight enough, for one of them
was outnumbered, and the other over-
powered.
But now there came the calling of
men on deck, and the rush of feet as
tjiey ran here and there. Even Wynd-
ham, engaged in his drunken sport of
hectoring the weak girl who cowered
helpless and terrified in his own room,
.at length left her and came on deck.
By this time Frederick had once
wore broken free of the men who had
attacked him, and had himself reached
a place on deck whence he could see
the outline of the oncoming boat. The
6-earchlight of the Adelina swept the
decks of the Princess. Back of It
could be seen little except the loom of
her rigging. But now came the flash
of a shot and its plunge Into the sea
dead ahead of the Princess.
"Good bless us!" exclaimed Wynd-
ham, almost sobered now at this.
"They are firing on us—firing on the
British flag. It's not done, you know!"
"But it is done, sir," said the ex-
ecutive officer at his elbow, when
second shot carried away a part of the
bowsprit of the Princess. "Round to,
or she will sink us."
"They are damned pirates!" said
Wyndham. "I'll not have it."
"Pirates or not, sir," said the execu-
tive officer, "they will sink us if we
don't round to."
The next instant he took the matter
into his own hands. The engine bells
clanged below. The ship slackened
again we will ginn you without an in-
stant's hesitation."
"Who are you?" demanded Wynd-
ham suddenly, impressed by the force
of these words.
"I am Count Frederick of Gretz-
hoffen, of the king's cabinet, and his
f'.ueral in chief as well," said Count
Frederick. "This is the government
boat for which I called. Aboard It
yonder is the prime minister of our
kiugdom. We are a small people, sir-
rah, but we do not lack spirit. Send
for your own ships if you like, and
blow down our walls—you are a
stronger people than ours. But we
will see them fall before we will
humble ourselves to such as you. As
to what you have done—say one word
more, and we will sink you and take
our chances with your flag."
Count Frederick, having thus spo-
ken, turned away, and paid no more
attention to the master of the Prin-
cess.
"Come," said he to Kitty, when at
last he had found her.
In a few moments the two were on
board the yacht of their own country—
or at least that of Count Frederick.
With a final shot of defiance to the
craft from which they now had
escaped, the Adelina again got under
way and swept a wide curve around,
heading back for the port of Gretz-
hoffen. The Princess, soon hull-down
in the distance, made her way off as
best she liked, to be held thereafter
only in a contemptuous memory.
CHAPTER LXXIV.
The King of All Countries.
Count Frederick signified to the
prime minister that affairs of state
were little to his liking at this time,
and that he desired to be alone. On
the deck of the Adelina, therefore
might now be seen but two persons—
Count Frederick and Kitty Gray. They
see now that the king is for their use,
not they for hi*! To serve wisely
and Justly—mademoiselle, it was you
who taught me the beauty of that am
bltioc!"
Silence fell again. She did not
speak. She dreaded to hear what yet
she longed to hear.
"The treasure of the king, burled
so long, mademoiselle—yes! But one
treasure which also now I have found
Love, mademoiselle—that is what
have found, the greatest treasure of
them all. It was buried in my heart
I know not how long. I never knew
it. Its secret was hidden. It is but
now that I myself have found it. Ah,
had I the key to that as well, I should
be the happiest man in all the world.'
She still gazed out across white-
tipped, rippling waves. Her face soft'
ened, but what he saw now on her
cheek was a tear, stealing down below
her lashes! Grieved, he himself could
not speak. At last she turned to
him.
"I am so sorry!" said she.
"For what, mademoiselle? You
know I love you, that I never will love
again. Is not that the truth itself?
Can you doubt it? Doubt me, fail to
believe my every word and I will go,
You shall not see me again."
It was like him thus boldly to chal-
lenge fate. But she only shook her
head.
"I cannot," said she. "I wish I
could."
"But you cannot?"
He had her hands in his now. And
now she turned her face toward him.
"You shall never deny the truth, my
dear," said he. "All my life I shall
challenge you to deny me and my
love. When you can, when I have
been unfaithful to you, life ends for
me. But between now and then, long
years of happiness He—long years of
love—long, happy, useful years."
"Happy? Useful? Yes, for you,
"The Other Half of the Coin," Exclaimed Kitty.
were lost. He was engaged in reflec-
tions of none too pleasant a nature.
Sighing, he said to himself: "There is
110 use in this. 1 might as well put
back."
1 He turned as the boat's wireless op-
erator "hastened to him now, a paper
in hiB hand. He had not noticed the
crackle of his own wireless masts of
late, although from time to time he
had sent out signals in the hope of
striking somewhere some information
regarding the missing craft.
"1 beg pardon, sir," said the messen-
ger excitedly, "but we have Just got
an S. O. S. Someone is calling the
Adelina."
"Calling us—where is it—who is
It?" demanded the prime minister.
"They are calling Gretzhoffen and
signing 'Frederick. It is S. O. S.—
they are in trouble somewhere. Who
is it, excellency?"
The prime minister started as
though struck by an electric shock.
"Frederick! Who but the very man
I want—Count Frederick—and calling
us! Tell me—what is it that he says?"
"Only the same thing, excellency—
'S. 0. S.—Gretzhoffen—Adelina—
Frederick.' And, yes—he says 'One
hundred and seventy-five miles south-
southwest. "
"One hundred and seventy-five mll&s
—that, of course, must mean from the
\>ort whence he sailed. V\ e are more
with marines. They swarmed aboard
now without invitation, and appeared
eminently ready for any business that
might be offered.
"Who are you?" demanded Wynd-
ham. "What do you mean by boarding
my boat?"
"What do you mean by sending a
wireless, sir?" demanded the officer of
marines. "You called us, and we are
here. What is wrong?"
"I will tell you what is wrong,"
broke in Count Frederick here, push-
ing his way forward. "We are two
prisoners here—a young lady and my-
self. We have been mishandled, both
of us, by this ruffian here. He or-
dered me in irons for no reason in the
world except to give him better his
own way with this young lady. He Is
neither officer nor gentleman. Having
no means of reckoning with him, I,
myself, ordered the wireless sent out
to Gretzhoffen. I called you on my
own responsibility. We needed help,
and we thank God you have come."
The master of the Princess now
stood crestfallen, much of his bravado
gone. "I meant nothing," said he.
"I will forget It all, captain, if you
let me go—although we ought to Wow
you out of the water," said Frederick,
"and all like you. You are not fit to
fly any flag, least of all the good one
that you disgrace. Clear out with you,
and leave these waters. If you Bhow
sat near the rail, both silent, the girl
looking out over the rippling sea,
across which the good boat now was
leaping on her homeward way.
"Mademoiselle," said he softly, his
hand falling on hers as it lay on the
rail, "mademoiselle—"
She stirred—moved—but did not
withdraw the hand. Still she looked
out across that sea beyond whose
waves lay her own country, so very
far away.
"Mademoiselle," said he once more,
"see, we are going home."
She half turned to him at this—
though still her hand lay under his.
"Soon," said she at length, sighing,
"I must be going." Her voice had no
elation in it after all.
"Going, mademoiselle, where?" re-
joined Count Frederick.
"Home, across the sea. It has all
been like a dream. I wonder if I am
awake, if I am alive."
"I thank heaven that you are both,
mademoiselle. As to your return, how
can that be?"
"My work is done here. I have no
reason for remaining."
"No reason, mademoiselle? Our
work is but beginning—I say, our
work. Mademoiselle—Katharine—you
know, you surely know!"
Ho could see the color rise in the
cheek turned away from him, but she
made no answer.
"Oh," he went on rapidly, "I know—
do I not know? Some power drove us
on—some good purpose was under
your coming here—It was'some plan
of fate which brought you. As you
have said, the coin itself spoke with
its broken tongue. All the time it
has been crying out, endeavoring to
speak—to tell what was hid—to tell
us, mademoiselle, what was right."
"Yes," said she, slowly. "Liberty—
Justice—that was the message that it
moant, perhaps. Those were the bur-
ied treasures which so long have
been lost to this people."
"Yes! But we have found them all
—we own the key to all of them now—
as we like we may use all these for
the good of this country. Yonder
weak king must go. The people! I
perhaps, but how for me? You can-
not come to my country. How can I
stay here? What place is there for
me?"
He took her face now between his
hands and looked her fair in the eyes
—eyes now filled with tears.
"But," said she, "was it fair—was
it fair to make me love you—when 1
could have no hope—to make me love
you—and then to send me away?"
"Send you away! That should nev-
er be. If need be, I also would go."
"And leave your duty—your place
here? Then I should not love you."
"Then you do!"
In spite of the tears in her face,
Kitty Gray suddenly smiled with a
miraculous sweetness. "I am Ameri-
can," said she. "We have a fable of
one George Washington. I am like
him—I cannot tell a lie!"
All her answer now was inarticu-
late. He caught her in his arms and
for the moment neither of them cared
what the past had been, what the fu-
ture might be.
"Fate has spoken!" said she. "If
only it were right that we might be
together—I should spend my life in
trying to make you happy, too, Sir
Frederick. But you cannot go with
me—that would be wrong, and how
can I remain here? You forget I am
an American. I am an alien here, and
I am not of your—"
He laid a hand upon her lips, frown-
ing. "You shall not say that word,"
said he. "You shall not mention rank
or class—never in all your life to me.
What we have won, we have won to-
gether. What we enjoy, we shall en-
Joy together. What of honor or rank
or reward there is for me, that shall
be for you as well. I will listen to
nothing—I will not tolerate the
thought of your leaving me now—I
say, we but begin everything."
"Now, come," said he at length,
firmly. "If life ended for us both now,
It would not have been lived in vain.
Fear not as to the future. Let it rest.
Come with me."
She hesitated for yet an instant,
holding back from what she feared.
"Why, in the last < at events."
said she, "yon yourself might be."
"1 might be what, my dear?'
"You might De king!"
"No," said he. "In the countiy
where we will live love alone will be
the king."
CHAPTER LXXV.
The Last Siege.
"Excellency," interrupted the prime
minister, at length approaching the
deck where Frederick still sat with
the young American—"Excellency, I
Intrude, but perhaps—"
"What is it?" demanded the noble-
man calmly. "Are they calling us
from our own port?"
"Precisely that, excellency. We
have a wireless call. We were sum-
moned out, and now are summoned
back again. They demand that we
shall come quickly."
"What is wrong?" demanded Count
Frederick, springing to his feet.
"Everything, excellency! Word has
come that Grahoffen is marching
against us once more—even now our
city may bo besieged."
For a moment Count Frederick
stood silent. "I see," said he. "That
faithless tyrant Cortislaw has forgot
his treaty and is going to war against
us when he thinks us unprepared. His
traitor and spy, Sachio, has kept him
well advised—I warrant that. How
are they coming this time?"
"In part by land, but also In a
strong fleet by sea."
"So they are attacking on what they
think the weaker side of our works.
Is there no such thing as faith among
kings—is there nowhere honesty In
all the world—is there no man of
faithfulness and power any more?"
'Sire," said the prime minister, un-
covering and bowing to him, "there Is
one such in our own country."
"Michael, our king—that man?''
"No, sire, not Michael, our king. It
is none other than yourself I mean. In
you only can our kingdom have any
hope—that is plainer now than it has
ever been in all our history. Times
must change or we are undone. We
must dethrone our king at last. Take
the place. I beseech you, excellency,
which belongs to you, the place which
you only can hold, for, believe me, it
is only in you that Gretzhoffen may
have any hope.
"I trust that you will remember
that it was myself that first made
this plain to your excellency," he
added, thoughtfully.
"Time for all that later," said Count
Frederick hastily. "First we must
get back to port and pull together
such forces as we can."
"Excellency, I, myself, attempted
something of that before we left,"
said the prime minister. "I attempted
to enrry out such orders as I fancied
you would have given had you been
there. Some of the regiments, no
doubt, have assembled. The guns
may be ready on our sea-front now."
"Very well. Full speed ahead then.
We may not be in time."
They were but barely In time. Be-
fore the Adelina docked in Gretzhof-
fen port there might have been seen
in the bay the smoke of the advanc-
ing fleet—the Grahoffen expeditionary
force already was crowding in for the
landing. At the same time, upon the
opposite side of the city, the army of
Grahoffen, in full force, was advancing
over the route which heretofore had
carried the assault. Already this col-
umn, composed of cavalry, infantry
and the full artillery of Grahoffen,
had passed the neutral strip, and was
entering the suburbs below the castle
walls of the Gretzhoffen citadel.
They came exultantly, confident of
their victory, and swept on as though
eager to begin the sacking of the city.
And the sacking of Gretzhoffen surely
had begun but for the arrival of one
man.
The prime minister was right. The
confidence of the people of Gretzhof-
fen, as much of it as was left for any
one man, now rested solely in the
nobleman who held so prominent a
part in the country's affairs of late-
Count Frederick of Gretzhoffen. Swift-
ly enough passed from lip to lip the
news that Count Frederick had come,
that he would lead the army, that he
would direct the defense of the city,
that his mind was organizing the re-
sistance. And as this word passed,
cheers followed it. The men flocked
readily to the standards, and once
more abided the shock of arms.
In this strained moment Count
Sachio of Grahoffen made good his
promise to his king—he fought In the
front rank of his own troops, and not
even the jealous eyes of Cortislaw
himself could find fault with his cour-
age or his judgment-. He himself led
the last assault against the walls,
which finally broke through the outer
defenses. The forces of Grahoffen ad-
vanced so rapidly that it seemed in-
deed as though Cortislaw would make
good his threat to leave standing not
one stone upon another in this capital
of his enemy.
This was Sachio's opportunity, and
he knew it—it was his crucial hour.
One thought even more potent than
his ambition for military glory still
ruled the soul of this warlike noble-
man. Sachio fought that he might
gain thing—tho treasurers of the
king, buried deep somewhere in this
citadel. That treasure was the cause
of this war. Without its discovery the
war itself was worthless.
He stole away from the head of
his troops as finally they broke in
among the Bhrubbery of the palace
gardens—as yet not having met the
encounter of the ambushed troops of
C.utzhoffen, again cunningly and ef-
fectively disposed for this purpose
by the orders of Count Frederick him-
self.
He made his way up the palace
stairs, fought through the guard which
defended the entrance, and thua alone
pressed toward the Interior of tho
palace once more. As he had boasted,
he knew this place as well as his own
bedchamber. He rushed on through
the wide hall, down the stairs to the
floor below, and back to the point
whence led down the galleries of the
cavern's floor under the castle Itself.
He smiled now grimly as he has-
tened. As yet he was unhurt, and as
yet he was unsuspected. Once mor«
his sanguine soul lusted for success
and counted on it.
He met no opposition, heard no-
where in these portions of the palace
any footfall or any voice. Thus for
a momeat or two he strode on—and
then paused, frozen in his Btride by
that which confronted him.
Sachio was sure that he had jeen
the last of the young American. He
reasoned that in all likelihood Count
Frederick—of whose absence he knew
quite well through his own secret
agents—had joined her somewhere.
He knew of the wreck of the Prinz
Adler. Sachio was clear in his own
mind, that these two enemies of his
were gone, never again to confront
him.
And yet now, as though spirits sum-
moned hy his own thoughts, they
stood before him—both of them—the
tall nobleman and the slender, shrink-
ing girl leaning on his arm. Yes, it
was they! His enemies had arisen
from the very grave to confront him.
He paused Irresolute, unnerved, not
believing what he saw, and for the
time himself made no speech.
"What do you here, Sachio?" broke
in the deep voice of his enemy, once
his friend—a friend once too often
betrayed.
"I came by virtue of my sword,"
said Sachio, boldly now, seeing that
he might not evade this issue.
"By virtue of your sword only shall
you escape from here, Sachio," said
Count Frederick, calmly. "Stand back
of me, mademoiselle, and give me
reach."
In a flash the swords of the two
went out and joined in the encounter.
Each was an excellent swordsman, and
for a moment neither had advantage.
The young girl screamed In terror at
the sight, for she knew the redoubt-
able reputation of Sachio as a swords-
man, and long ere this she had se-
lected the one whom she desired to
see victor in this or any encounter.
But Count Frederick did not glance
her way. His eye was still fixed on
that of his opponent. Only, softly,
gently, he repeated to her, "Stand
back,' mademoiselle. Give us room."
Sachio was full of tricks. He had
no wish to waste time here, and yet
knew not how to pass the blade now
opposing him. Suddenly he flung up
his hand to his chest as though struck,
hoping to find his foe off his guard
for just an instant. It did not result
so. The steady point of Count Fred-
erick lay gleaming before his breast
ready to thrust. And for another rea-
son was this subterfuge worse than a
useless one for Sachio. As he caught
his hand against his bosom there
came from its conoealment In his
pocket something metallic, which fell
upon the floor. It rolled but briefly,
for It was not round—this piece of
metal. It was a half coin.
Upon this Kitty fell with a sudden
cry. She knew in a flash what was
this bit of metal. She knew how
Sachio must have prized it, and now
how Sachio, in the luck of the game,
had lost, and lost by his own hand.
Agile as a cat, the girl stooped, ran
in, and emerged with the bit of metal
in her hand. And still the eyes of
the two fighting men dared not turn
her way. Sachio laughed, and tossed
over his shoulder a taunting word.
"It is worthless, mademoiselle," said
he—"counterfeit—'tis nothing."
Count Frederick Bald nothing, but
he heard her words coming to him
now from behind his shoulder.
"I have got them!" she exclaimed,
"both halves of the coin—they are
ours—they are ours—I am going now
—come quick—as soon as you can."
But the cold eye of Count Frederick
never turned from the face of his ad-
versary. He made no answer to these
words, although he heard the sound
of her footfalls back of him as she fled
down the hall toward the interior of
the caverns.
"Well, Sachio," said Count Fred-
erick, "your trickery failed. Your at-
tack has failed at every point. Fate
fights against you, Sachio. Yom have
lost the toss of the die. You have lost
the coin."
The strong wrist of the swarthy
nobleman covered his breast with his
extended steel. His eyes, bold even
in this extremity, met that of his op-
ponent. But Sachio knew the die in-
deed was cast. He knew now that ha
had failed.
For one moment he edged on inch
by inch, endeavoring to reach a point
from which he might spring past
Frederick, and so follow the fleoing
girl down the passageway. But always
the other edged inch by inch in front
of him. Always the cold eye looked
into his. Always the steady steel
mcnaced him.
"Yes, Sachio," said Frederick, once
more, coldly, "I shall kill you. Shall
it be now?"
But Sachio himself suddenly closed
this present encoonter, suddenly de-
ferred what he himself knew in swift
consternation must be his end. With
a quick sweep of his sword defending
the front of his body, he sprang to
one side and back. Casting down
upon the floor the blade with which
he had fought, he fled incontinently.
Count Frederick did not pursue him.
Two things prevented that. One of
these was the errand to which Kitty
Gray had summoned him. The other
reason was Kitty Gray herself.
Turning he hastened after her, fast
as he might, down the deep yassagea
through which she but now hall fled.
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