The Peoples Voice (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 7, Ed. 1 Friday, August 25, 1905 Page: 6 of 8
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(Copj-right, 1898. 1900. by S. K. Crockett.)
Love's Clear Eye.
"And now," cried the Princess Mar-
garet, clapping her hands together Im-
pulsively, "now at last I shall hear
everything. Why you went away, and
who gave you up. and about the fight-
ing. Where is your hand-glass? Do
not tell me that you have never look-
ed in it since you came to Courtland,
or that you can put up with that
squinting falsifier up there" ts-he
pointed to the oval framed Venetian
mirror which was hung opposite her).
"I have never even looked In
either!" said the Sparhawk.
, ''Yonr voice is hoarse—somehow
yoil are different," she said, taking
the pin from her lips and slipping it
through the rebellious plaits with a
swift, vindictive motion.
"I have caught a cold riding into the
city," quoth the Sparhawk hastily,
blushing uneasily under her eyes,
But for the time being his disguise
was safe. Already Margaret of Court-
land was thinking of something else
"Tell me," she began, going to the
window and gazing pensively out upon
the green, white-flecked pour of the
Alia, swirling under the beams of the
Summer Palace, "how many of a suite
have followed you hither?"
"Only Alt Pikker, my second cap
tain!" said the Sparhawk.
"And your chief captain, Von Or-
"Von Orseln has gone back to the
Baltic Edge to raise on my behalf the
folk of the marches!" answered the
"Then there was—" the Princess
hesitated, and her own voice grew a
trifle lower—"the young man who
came hither as Dessauer's secretary—
what of him? The Count von I.oen,
if I mistake not—that was his name?"
"He is in the place where he most
wishes to be—with the woman he
The light died out of the bright face
of the Princess Margaret at the an-
swer, even as a snow-cloud wipes the
sunshine off a landscape.
"The woman he loves?" she stam-
mered, as if she could not have heard
"Ay." said the false bride, loosen-
ing her cloak and casting it behind
her. "I swear it. He is with the
woman he loves."
But in his heart the Sparhawk was
saying, "Steady, Master Maurice von
Lynar—or all will be out in five min-
The Princess laid her hand upon the
sleeve of the velvet gown. A flush of
anger crimsoned her fair face.
"Ah," she cried, "I see it all now,
madam the Princess. You love the
Count and you think to blind me.
This is the reason of your riding off
with him on your wedding day. It was
for his sake that you left my brother
Prince Louis at the church door. Like
draws to like, they say, and your eyes
are as like as peas to those of the
Count von Loen."
And this, indeed, could the Spar-
hawk in no wise deny. The Princess
went her angry way.
"There have been many lies told,"
she cried, raising the pitch of her
voice, "but I am not blind. I can see
"Your voice is hoarse—somehow you
through them. I am a woman and can
gauge a woman's pretext. You your-
self are in love with the Count von
Loeu, and yet you tell me that he is
with the woman he loves."
There came a knocking at the door.
"Who is there?" demanded imperi-
ously the Princess Margaret.
"The Prince of Muscovy, to present
his duty to the Princess Courtland!"
"Enter!" said the Princess Margaret
The Prince opened the door and
stood on the threshold bowing low
to the ladies.
"Well?" queried Margaret of Court-
land, without further acknowledg-
ment of his salutation than the slight-
est and chlllest nod.
"My service to both, noble Prln-
i cesses," the answer can^p with sauve
deference. "The Prince Louis sent
me to beg of his noble spouse, the
Princess Joan, that she would deign
to receive him."
"Tell Louis that the Princess will
receive him at her own time. And
you, Prince Ivan, you have our leave
He only bowed deferentially and
withdrew. Margaret and the Spar-
hawk were left once more alone.
The two stood thus while the brisk
iootsteps of Prince YVasp thinned out
down the corridor. Then Margaret
turned swiftly upon her tall compan-
ion, and, still keeping her hand, she
pulled Maurice over to the window.
rl here in the fuller light she scanned
the Sparhawk's features with a kind-
ling eye and paling lips.
"God in heaven!" she palpitated,
holding him at a greater distance,
"you are not the Lady Joan; you
"The man who loves you!" said the
Sparhawk, who was very pale.
"The Count von Loen. Oh! why did
you risk it?" she gasped. "They will
kill you. tear you to pieces without
remorse, when they find out. And it
is a thing that cannot be kept a
secret. Why did you do it?"
"For your sake, beloved," said the
Sparhawk, coming nearer to her; "to
look once more on your face—to be-
hold once, if no more, the lip? 11«at
kissed me in the dark by the river
"But—but—you may forfeit your
"And a thousand lives!" cried the
Sparhawk, nervously pulling at his
woman's dress as if ashamed that he
must wear it at such a time. "Life
without you is naught to Maurice von
The Princess held out her hands im-
pulsively and then retracted them sud-
"Now. we must not waste time,"
she said; "I must save you. They
would slay you on the least suspicion.
But I will match them. Would to
God that Conrad were here. To him
I could speak. I could trust him. He
would help us. Let me see! Let me
She bent her head and walked slow-
ly to the window. Like every Court-
lander she thought best when she
could watch the swirl of the green
Alia against its banks. The white
foam-fleck which Margaret was fol-
lowing with her eyes had not vanish-
ed from her sight, when the door of
the Summer Palace was rudely thrown
open and an officer announced in a
loud, strident tone, "The Prince Louis
to visit his Princess!"
Prince Louis entered, flushed and
excited. His eyes had lost their fur-
tive meanness and blazed with a kind
of reckless fury quite foreign to the
man, for anger affected him as wine
might another man.
He spoke first to the Princess Mar-
"And so, my fair sister." he said,
"you concoct conspiracy with my own
married wife. Make ready, madam,
for to-morrow you shall find your mas-
ter. I will marry you to the Prince
Ivan of Muscovy. He will carry you
to Moscow, where ladies of your breed,
are taught to obey. You shall be wed
and that immediately. And leave me
alone with my wife."
"My brother Louis," cried the Prin-
cess Margaret, running up to him and
taking his arm coaxingly, "do not be
so hasty with two poor women. Neith-
er of us desire aught but to do your
will. But give us time. Louis, Louis,
I thought you were wise, and yet I see
that you have not the alphabet of love.
Here is your lady. Have you ever
said a loving word to her, bent the
knee, kissed her hand—which, being
persisted in, is the true way to kiss
("If he does either," growled the
Sparhawk, "my sword will kiss his
Prince Louis smiled. He was pot
used to women's flatteries, and in his
present state of exaltation the ca-
joleries of the Princess suited his
"I know more of women than you
think, sister," he made answer. "I
have had experiences—in my youth,
that is; I am no puppet princeling.
By Saint Mark! once on a day I had
strutted with (he boldest; and to-day,
well, now that I have humbled this
proud madam and brought her to my
own city, why. I will show you that I
am no Wentilsh boor. I can sue a
lady's favor as courteously as any
man, and, Margaret, If you will prom-
ise me to be a good girl and get you
ready to be married to-morrow, 1
promise you that I.ouis of Courtland
will solicit his lady's favor with all
grace and observance."
"Gladly will I be married tomor-
row," said the Princess, caressing lic-r
brother's sleeve—"that Is, If I cannot
be married to-day!" she added under
But she paused a few moments as if
embarrassed. Then she went on.
"Brother Louis, I have spoken with
my sister here—your wife, the Lady
Joan. She hath a. scruple concerning
matrimony. She would have it re-
solved before she had speech with you
again. Permit our good Father Cle-
ment to adivlse with her."
"Father Clement—our Conrad's
tutor, why lie more than another?"
"Well, do you not understand? He
is old," pleaded Margaret, "and there
are things one can say but to an old
man. You understand, brother Louis."
The Prince nodded, well pleased.
This was pleasant. His mentor, Prince
Wasp, did not usually flatter him.
Rather he made him chafe on a tight
"As soon as he can be sent for," the
Prince answered. "He will come di-
rectly here to the Summer Palace.
And till then you two fair maids can
abide together. Princess, my wife, I
kiss your noble hand. Margaret, your
cheek. Till to-morrow—till to-mor-
He went out with an attempt at airy
r.race curiously grafted on his usual
Then quickly dropping her lover's
finger, Margaret took hold of her
dress at either side daintily and cir-
cled about, the Sparhawk in a light-
"Ah. Louis—we will be good and
bidable—to-morrow. To-morrow you
<Cy' C!- ,-A
"For to-morrow you shall find your
will see me a loving and obedient
wife. To-morrow I will wed Prince
Wasp. Meantime—to-day you and I,
Maurice, will consult Father Clement,
mine ancient confessor, who will do
anything I ask him. To-day we will
dance—put your arm about my waist
—firmly—so! There, we will dance at
a wedding to day, you and I. For in
that brave velvet robe you shall be
"Margaret!" cried the Sparhawk.
And with one bound he had her
against his breast.
"Oh," she cried, with a shrug of her
pretty shoulders, as she submitted to
his embrace. "I don't love you half
as much in that dress. Why, it is like
kissing another girl at the convent.
Ugh, the cats!"
She was not permitted to say any
more. The Alia was heard very clear-
ly in the Summer Palace as it swept
the swift moments with it away to-
wards the sea which is oblivion. Then
after a time, and a time and half a
time, the Princess Margaret slowly
"No," she said retrospectively, "it is
not like the convent after all—not a
"Affection is ever seemly, especially
between great ladies—also unusual!"
said a bass voice, speaking grave and
kindly behind them.
"Father—dear Father Clement!"
cried Margaret running to the noble
old man who stood by the door and
kneeling down for his blessing. He
gave it simply and benignantly, and
then laid his hand a moment on the
rippling masses of her fair hair. Then
lie turned his eyes upon the Spar-
Then, the confusion of his beautiful
penitent, the flush which mounted to
her neck even as she kneeled, added
to a certain level defiance in the
glance of her taller companion, told
him almost at a glance that which had
been so carefully concealed. His
glance traveled back and forth from
the Sparhawk to Margaret, and from
Margaret to the Sparhawk.
"Ah!" he said at last, for all com-
The Princess rose to her feet and
approached the priest.
"My Father," she said swiftly, "this
is not the Lady Joan, my brother's
wife, but a youth marvelously like
her, who had offered himself in her
place that she might escape "
"Nay," said the Sparhawk, "it was
to see you once again. Lady Margaret,
that I came to Courtland!"
"Hush! you must not Interrupt,"
she went on, putting him aside with
her hand. "He is the Count von Loen,
a lord of Kernsberg. And I love him.
We want you to marry us now, dear
Father—cow, without a moment's de-
lay; for if you do not, they will kill
him, and I shall have to marry Prince
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