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r cilna asipage1 ANNE OF GEIERSTEIN i sm wam scoTT i >- -• -- - ■ ■ -- (Copyright. 1913. hy Irving King. All rights reserved.) It frequently happens in Scott’s ro mances that the nominal hero is a. rather colorless person, with whom, when the story is ended, we feel that we have but s passing acquaintance. Sometimes this is the case with his heroines, but in Anne of Geierstein’’ the heroine is a faiiiy prominent person. It Is, however, by the master strokes with which the character of the unfortun ate Margaret of Anjou and the warlike Duke of Burgundy are drawn that the novel is raised into the ranks of one of the greatest of Scott’s works. The description of De Hagenhack and of the black priest of St. Paiil s, also, are fascinating, if gloomy, picture. In dealing with the people and the scenery of Switzerland, Scott was so fortunate that though lie had never been in Swit zerland, the people of that country waxed enthusiastic over “Anne of Geierstein and showered upon Sir Walter ancient Swiss arms and relics with which to adorn hla walls at Abbotsford. In transforming "Anne of Geierstein Into a short story, the story itself had to he told, even at (he expense of many of the glowing passages relating to Charles the Bold. Descendant of a Proud Race A PROUD and powerful race were the Counts of Geierstein, whose great castle frowned from a mountain side in the Canton of the Unterwalden. Their history dated back to the days •f the old Helvetians, and In the feudal days the peasants were obliged to dofC their hats at the most distant sight of the turrets of the stronghold of their lord. But at the time this story opens the cas tle was abandoned ars^ ruinous. In a frame house nearby lived Count Arnold of Geierstein, eldest son of his father, and now cultivating the soil as Arnold Biedeman, a Swiss citizen. His father, old Count Williewald, when many of his degree in Switzerland had Joined with the hosts of the Emperor Leo pold In his attempt to subdue the cantons, had ranged himself upon the side of his country. Ha had united himself closely with the state of Unterwalden, become a citizen of the republic, and so distinguished him self that he was chosen lunderman, or president, of the canton. Demanding His Rights Count Williewald was desirous that one af hla sons should continue the nobility of the race of Geierstein and the other be come a simple cltzen of the republic. But when lie proposed this settlement of the Inheritance to Albert, the younger son, he cried out: “And must my brother he a count, hon ored and followed by vassals and attend ants, and I a homespun far mer among the gray bearded peasants of the unterwal datiT "No, Geiersteln Is & fief of tha empire, and the laws entitle me to half the In heritance. If my brother be Count of Geiersteln I am not less Count Albert of Gierstein; and I will apepal to the Em peror rather than that the arbitrary will of one ancestor shall cancel in me the rank and rights derived from 100." "Go, proud boy,” answered the Incensed WHllewald, “give the enemy of the coun try an excuse for again meddling with her I affairs; appeal to a foreign prince from I the will of thy father." Albert replied hotly, but Arnold, com ing in, said; "Let me be a citizen of the republic of Unterwnlden—you will relieve me of a thousand cares—and let Albert wear the coronet.” Brothers on Opposing Sides And so it was settled. Albert, when the old count died, took hfs rank and titles, the castle and the feudal rights, while to Arnold was set off enough of the fertile land belonging to the estate to make him one of the wealthiest men in a country where competence was es teemed wealth. 1 Albert had possessions in Swabia and Westphalia and seldom visited the moun tain castle of Gelrstein, leaving it to he occupied by a seneschal, so rapacious and obnoxious that he would have been itiorn count of Geiersteln hear the words for the protection afforded by Arnold through his Influence with the mountain •aers. Again the Emperor stormed the Swit ters' Alps and was again defeated. * Al bert fought in the imperial ranks and, after the war, a sentence of banishment was passed upon him by the cantons. His Jistate was confiscated. ' And now ho was prosecuting his Schemes of ambition far away from the irumbllng castle of his fathers; while Lrnold Biederman, with his stout sons, illcd his acres and lived the simple, lardy life of a Swiss farmer. Anne of Geiersteln " Only once had he heard from Albert Ince the close of that war In which they ad fought on opposing sides. That once was when, seven or eight ears before the date of this story, while e was musing amid the ruins of the J-sstle, the former seneschal, Ital schrenckenwald, had sudcdnly appeared •fore him leading by the hand a beau 1 fu] girl of 7 years and said: “Let the vasal of the noble and hlgh )rn count of Geiersteln hear the words ! his master. 1 "Albert, Count of Geiersteln, thy lord 1 id my lord, having on his hands affairs l ! weight, sends his daughter, the Coun as Anne, to thy charge, graces thee sc r as to entrust to thee her support id nurture until it shall suit his purpose require her of thee." ■ ’Ince that day Anne of Geiersteln had | ;n the cherished Inmate of tho house ■ 4 of her uncle. Two English Travelers fow, at 18, her charniB were maturing, Id the fame of her beauty had spread f among the mountain:. •ler health, mes';'. and physical, were fe gifts the mountains gave their chu rn; and Anne grew up firm of muscle, re of foot, clear of eye, graceful ol m. Joyous of disposition and pure ol art. Jl Ms farmhouse Arnold Blederman s entertaining two English travelers 30 hsul lost their way In the mountains, I the younger of whom, Arthur Fhlllp , had Just been rescued from a posl 1 of peril by Anne of Gelersteln. part of the mountain path, which lit l gone on ahead of his father and Jlr bewildered guide to reconnolter, had |sn almost beneath his feet and lefl i clinging to the trunk of a tree whtcti tailed Itself across the wild abyss be i Bared by ■ Girl ■>• of Gelersteln bad been a witness Arthur's peril. As ha -clung In terroi She tree trunk she walked with her • foot and steady head out upon tli« narrow support, encouraged the young man by words, taking him by the hand, bade him not to look down but straight before him. Arthur mustering all his courage and ashamed that a girl should outdo him In self-control, steadiness of head and sureness of foot, accepted of Anne's aid, though reluctantly, and gained the top of the crag from which the tree pro jected in safety. Usually In romances It is the hero who in the beginning of the story res cues the heroine from peril; and Arthur could not conceal his chagrin that, In this case, the conditions had been reversed. But Anne answered that it was not to be expected—in fact, It was not possible that a dweller In the level lands should have the same sureness of foot and steadiness of head among the mountain crags rs those brought up from infancy among the hights and depths of the Alps. Small Cargoes of Goods While Anne had been employed In res cuing Arthur, her uncle had gone to the assistance of the elder Phllipson and brought him, with his guide and pack mule, to the shelter of the farmhouse. Phllipson said that he was an English merchant traveling to the court of Charles the Bold of Burgundy. tou carry a small cargo of goods, said Blederman, "but, doubtless, the small package contains valuable articles." “Yes, very valuable," replied Philip son, but made no proposition to open his pack and make sales to the numerous household of his host. Phllipson was a grave man between 55 and 80 who had evidently seen much of the world. Between him and, Biederman a mutual regard sprang up at once, and they conversed upon many grave affairs of state. Principally did the talk concern the re latione existing between Burgundy and the other countries of Europe. Charles the Bold Charles the Bold of Burgundy was pre paring to turn his dukedom into a king dom and had assembled a great Army near his capital of Dijon. His brother-in-law, Edward IV, the Yorkish King of England, had landed an army in Prance and declared his Inten tion of regaining the possessions In that country which the English had lost under his predecessor. it was supposed that the splendid army collected by Charles was destined to act against Prance In conjunction with the English; but as yet the bold duke had made no sign except to fulminate threats against the Swiss, whose commerce he harassed at his borders and whose Inde pendence he refused to recognize. Even as Phllipson and Blederman talked there entered the house a young man who had traveled from Berne with orders for the noble farmer from the diet of the united cantons. • a ne arrival or this young man seemed to give great pleasure to the sons of the h.ndernian—for such was Arnold's posi tion in the canton—but Arnold himself and Anne, ns was evident, did not share in the general satisfaction of the others, who greeted the new arrival as ‘‘cousin." Antagonism Quickly Aroused He was, in fact, a distant cousin of the family, by name Rudolph of Donner hugel. Rurolph was unusually tall, well-pro portioned and actives with a quantity of dark brown hair curling around his face, together with nuistaehlos of a some what darker hue. He wore a small cap set upon one side of his head and ills clothes, while of the same style as those of the sons of the landerman, were of much finer texture and ornamented in a rich and fanciful manner. Rudolph, having delivered to Arnold a sealed packet, took a seat beside Anne and paid her an attention which, thougti coldly received by the maiden, showed in what direction the hope of the young gallant lay. Arthur and Rudolph tobk a dislike to each other at once—they felt Instinc tively that they were rivals; though in the young Englishman's brain, at least, such an idea was, naturally, not formu lated, as his acquaintance with Anne had been a matter of only a couple of hours. This feeling between the two young men resulted that evening in a quarrel CV<V some trifling matter, and they agreed to meet at daybreak in the court yard of the ruined castle. Peace or War But, carefully as the two young men tried to conceal their design, Anne, who perceived their antagonism and vaguely felt that she was the cause of it, watched them with such a shrewd eye that she suspected their design and informed her uncle, who Interrupted the duel Just as Arthur had got the Swiss champion at his mercy In spite of his great two handed sword with which he fought against the less powerful, but more skill fully handled, sword of his antagonist. Thus, having crossed swords, the two young men shook hands and declared themselves brothers in arms. The message which Rudolph of Don nerhugel had brought from the Swiss diet to Arnold B|Qderman was to this effect; Outraged by the manner In which Duko Charles had seized upon and despoiled Swiss traders, and even taken posses sion of towns within what the Switzers claimed to be their territory, as well as stirred to action by the threats of the ambitious warrior, the diet had deter mined to send a delegation of their most prominent men to the duke’s capital to remonstrate with him, demand justice— or declare war. With the Envoys Peace was to be the object of It could, by any honorable means, be brought about. But war was the alternative which the hardy mountaineers did not hesitate to offer to the most warlike and powerful prince In Europe. The delegation of Switzers was to as semble at Gelerstein and take tlielr de parture from there. They were to have an escort composed of a picked com pany of young men, of whom Rudolph of Donnerhugel was to be the leader. All central Europe being at that time In a disturbed state such an escort was necessary. Arnold proposed to Phlllpson that he wait the assembling of the delegation and journey with them to Dijon. His offer was accepted and In due time the embassy for the cantons set out. With the landerman went his niece, Anne, and her attendant Annette. For, shortly before Mhe party was “You are beset by dangers—your business is known” ready to aet out, Arnold had received a message from his brother, whe seemed to be well Informed as to the Inten tions of the cantons, asking him to brihg along with the delegation "The Countess Anne of Gelersteln," as he now desired to receive back his daughter Into his own keeping and would take her from the custody of Arnold at the Burgundian frontier. At the Gates of Bale The days that elapsed between the ar rival of the Plillipsons at Geierstein and tlie departure therefrqm of the Swiss delegation, while few, had been enough to make Arthur realize .that he had lost ids heart to the mountain maiden. Anne and her attendants were mounted upon asses whose slow steps scarce kept pace with the baggage mules. Arthur would have considered it no hardship lo have occasionally assisted Anne in tier journey and would have enjoyed an opportunity to converse with her, but v as prevented from showing her any attentions by the cutsoms of the coun try, which customs even Rudolph did not venture to Infringe. At length the delegation came to the city of Bale. The authorities of that city had received orders from Count Archibald of Hagenback, who com manded for the duke in that region, that the Swiss should not be received into the city, the sovereignty of which was then in contention between the fed erated cantons and Burguhdy. Sentries at Graffslust But at some distance from the city, in the half-ruinous castle of Graffslust. the burghers of Bale had prepared a resting place and abundant* entertain ment for the delegation. The castle, though falling to ruin, was still capable of defense, and that night the escort of young Switzers kept a careful watch, both within and without the ancient walls. Anne found prepared for herself and her attendant at Graffslust a small chamber, almost luxuriously fitted up. In it was even a small altar, surmount ed by an iron cross of curious workman ship. To this apartment she immediately re tiled, upon the arrival of the travelers at Graffslust, pleading fatigue from the Journey. The delegates, after freely partaking of the food and drink furnished them by the bughers of Bale, retired to rest also, and the young men set their sen tries and formed their bands of scouts, who were to patrol the circumference of the castle beyond the drawbridge. Near the Hour of Midnight It was near the hour of midnight when Arthur, who had Insisted upon sharing the military duties of the es cort and was stationed as sentry at the castle end of the drawbridge, saw a female form flit by him and pass on into the wood beyond. Even in the dim light he knew that it was the form of Anne of Geierstein. His orders had been to allow no one to enter the castle wlthout*giving the password, but nothing had been said concerting the egress from the palace. Therefore he did not challenge the apparition which, to say the truth, flitted by him, appearing to tits amazed senses more like a spirit of the night than a thing of flesh and blood. "No,” he reasoned us soon as he was able to collect his wits, "it could not be Anne—and if it were, what tryst went she worth in the woods?” A pang of Jealous rage shot through him. Nothing but a Bush” Just at that time came the man who was to relieve him as sentinel and also Rudolph of Donnerhugel, who, with a fierce mastiff, which he held In leash, was to make a tour of the outer lines and Inspect the patrols. Rudolph Invited Arthur to accompany him, and together they went out into the moonlight, threading their way through the woods and open glades. They had not proceeded far from the castle when Arthur saw something move beside a bush, and cried out: “There It Is again!" "There Is what?” answered Rudolph, “I see nothing but a bush blown by the wind." “But your eyes were turned away a moment," replied Arthur, "and see, your dog has noticed something." The dog had, In fact, stopped and was gazing Intently toward the bush and sniffling the air. But apparently satisfied that what he had seen or scented, If anything, was at least nothing to be disturbed at, he wagged his tall and started forward in the direction in which the two young men had been proceeding. “You see you were mistaken,” said Rudolph. Wild Tales of Magic Arthur hesitated and then told Ru dolph the whole story of what he had that night seen. In return the haupt man—or captain—told the young En glishman the story of Anne’s birth and of how the peasantry looked upon her as being born of mystic race and one having the power of appearing in two places at the same time. It appeared that the Counts of .Arn helm had, for many generations, from father to son. been addicted to secret studies and dabblers In magic. The last Count of Arnheim had mar ried the daughter of a mysterious Egyp tian, or Arabian sorcerer, to whom he had given shelter for a time in the castle. The Arabian disappeared, and his daughter, after giving birth to a female child, had been mysteriously resolved into a handful of dust on the very day of the child’s christening, being unable to stand the power of holy water , The child, thus left motherless upon her baptismal day, had grown up to become the wife of Count Albert of Geierstein and the mother of Anne. “A Convoy of Smugglers” Rudolph affected fo disbelieve these weird legends, but admitted, neverthe less, that there was something inex plicable in the ancestry of Anne of Geierstein. Arthur saw in the Counts of Arnhelm only men who had been, In scholar ship, in advance of their times, and re jected the, wild tales with which in all times the ignorant surrounded those whom they cannot understand. Still he was troubled and perplexed by that night’s vision and was still further mystified when, in the morn ing, Anne appeared and greeted him as if nothing had disturbed her slum bers. With the day friendly scouts brought word to the castle that Archibald de Habenbach was preparing to arrest, plunder and probably kill the envoys when they arrived at his stronghold of Brisach, under the plea that they were smuggling goods into Burgundy against the edict of the duke. Prisoners of De Hagenbach Unwilling to be the cause of danger to the Swiss envoys, Phillpson and his son took leave of the delegates and, pushing on ahead of them, reached the city where the fierce and bloody De Hagenbach held sway. Count Archibald had the travelers brought before him, and fiercely rating them, ordered their imprisonment. Phillpson declared that he was on a mission of great importance to Charles of Burgundy, who knew of his being on the way to Dijon, and would take ven geance upon any one who troubled him. “Search the thieves!” cried De Hagen bach, and having disarmed Arthur and his father, they look from the latter a leathern case containing a diamond necklace of Immense value. De Hagen bach seized it, and the Phllipsons were dragged away to their separate dungeons. Dead Men Tell no Tales ”IIa, fo tills was on Its way to Charles,” said the governor, gloating over the diamonds. “Perhaps the old merchant tells the truth, and If we let hhn continue on his way to Dijon he might, did we retain this necklace, make things unpleasant for us with our lord and master the duke. Yet such plunder as this Is too good to lose.” "Dead men tell no tales,” replied Kil lian, the trusted squire and"1 confidant of Sir Archibald. “If these, men die In our dungeons, why, we have never seen them —nor these diamonds either. In spite of what rumors base churls of Switzers may set on foot against us. We have the duke’s ear.” "Let them die In an hour,” replied De Hagenbach, placing the diamonds In his breast. Planning Treachery A scaffold was erected in the market place and, gathering together all his own men, De Hagenbach also forced the bur-, ghers to take arms and help swell the garrison of the city. The fierce knight had determined to plunder the Swiss envoys, to overpower their guard, to create a riot and, under the pretext that the Switzers had at tempted to seize the city by force, to ar rest and kill them. He knew that lurking In the neighbor hood was a considerable body of fiery young Balese whom the elders of Bale were unable to control and who, If given opportunity, would attempt a rescue of the envoys. But he trusted Jo his strong walls and strong garrison. As the governor was giving his orders for this reception of the envoys, a deep voice behind him said: 4,I have seen the wicked man flourish in his power even like unto a laurel, but I returned and he was not—yea, I sought him but he was not to be found.” The Black Priest The governor turned to see a tall, dark man, wearing; the garb of a priest, and looked into the deep, commanding eyes of the cleric, who was known as the Black Priest of St. Paul’s. The interview between the priest and the knight was short. The knight, It was apparent, feared the priest as he feared no other man—not even the Duke Charles. Scorning all the efforts of De Hagen bach to propitiato him, the Black Priest denounced the governor as a bloody minded murderer, and warned him of ap proaching retribution. A huge beaker of wine was necessary to steady the nerves of De Hagenbach after the Black Priest had left him. By the time the envoys were reported as entering the city gates, De Hagenbach had worked himself up to a murderous frenzy by repeated drafts of strong liquors, and when the little body of mountaineers, surrounded by their small guard, marched to the market place, he received them with angry looks, and cried out: “Who are you that dare to come with arms in your hands into a Burgun dian garrison?" Burgundy to the Rescue “We are deputies,” answered Arnold Biederman, “from the towns of Berne and Soleure and the cantons of Uri, Schwytz and Unterwalden, bound on an embassy to the gracious Dulse of Burgundy and Lorraine. “ "What towns? What cantons?" cried De Hagenbach. in rage. “I know of none such. You are rebels against the au thority of the Duke of Austria. "Know ye that ye go not to Burgundy at all or go In fetters with halters around your necks. So ho! Burgundy, to the rescue!” That had been the signal arranged by tlie governor for the onset of his men upon the Swiss. The delegates, encom passed and overmatched by the soldiers, who now showed on every hand pressing toward them, stood back to back, while the young Swiss of the guard drew their weapons and prepared to sell their lives dearly. But on a sudden there came the cry of “Treason! Treason!" and De Hagenbach and the soldiery hesitated. On His Own Scaffold The Balese who had been lurking In the neighborhood had been secretly admitted Into the city and had made common cause with the citizens who had revolted against the ruthless governor. The whole thing had been arranged by the Black Priest of St. Paul’s, who now appeared upon the scene. The soldiers of De Hagenbach were overpowered and disarmed and the knight himself seized and bound. He was caried to the scaffold, where the common executioner struck oft his head. And in the market place also now ap peared Arthur Philipson and his father, who had been liberated from prison by this same Black Priest of St. Paul's. When the head of De Hagenbach rolleit in the dust the chief burghers>t>f the city mounted the scaffold and announced that the governor had been executed by the decree of a regular tribunal whose power no one would dare to question. condemned ny me venme All felt that this was the celebrated “Vehme," or secret tribunal, which, In those troublous days, wielded such power upon both banks of the Rhine and whose operations were enveloped In such Im penetrable mystery. The bold Duke Charles had declared that If he caught any of the “Initiated”— as the members of this secret society called themselves—upon his terlrtory he would send them to the scaffold, and was proportionately enraged to And, every now and then, some decree of warning oS the secret tribunal stuck by a dagger to his very dressing table. The diamond necklace which Phillpson had been taking to Duke Charles was re stored to hi piaftcr the death of De Hagenbach, and he and Arthur without waiting for the envoys, procured a guide and set out again for the court of Charles. The elder Phillpson did not like the guide's face—Its appearance was sinister to the last degree. The Lady in the Magk As the phillpsone, mounted upon horse back, and their guide on foot, were pro ceeding along the road which ran by the right bank oT the Rhine, they were over taken by wlmt was, apparently, the party of a young lady of rang out upon her palfrey In pursuit of the popular pastime of haw’king. Before the two parties are brought to gether it should be said that, after the excitement of the event sat Brisach, Ar thur Philipson had sought in vain for a sight of Anne of Geierstein. In reply to his guarded Inquiries, Ar nold had said that she had been sent to a place where she would remain in cafety until the times were less troublous. But now, as the hawking party came up with the Philipsons, Arthur could have sworn that in the richly dressed young lady, with her hawk upon her gauntleted wrist, attended by her fal coner and a half dozen mounted men-at arms (which the state of the country rendered necessary as a guard), he rec ognized Anne of Geierstein. Indifferent Sport A black vizard concealed ber features, as was the custom in those days when young ladies of quality rode abroad. But the form and air were that of the maiden of the mountains. Yet born she and her attendants were dressed in the German manner. Arthur thought of the strange story of Anne’s ancestry and of his experience that night when he kept guard on the draybridge at ruined Graffslust—and was bewildered. The elder Philipson saw only a high and well-born damsel out hawking, and greeted the lady with courtly phrase, Inquiring after the success of her sport. "It is indifferent, my good friend," re plied the damsel. "I dare not fly my hawk so near the broad river lest he should soar to the other side and be lost. But I reckon on finding better game when I have crossed the ferry." A Whispered Warning She rode to young Philipson and said in a low tone: "You are beset by dan gers. Your business is known—your lives are laid in wait for. "Cross the river at the ferry of the chapel—or Han’s ferry, as it is called— to Kirchoffon, the other side of the river. Take lodgings at the Golden Fleece, where you will be expected.’’ Then seeing a woodcock spring up she cast off her hawk and with- a "Sa ho— sa ho—wro ha" from the falconer, swept away with her train. The voice was the voice of Anne of Geierstein. "Arthur," said Philipson a little later, "I am convinced that yonder howling, hypocritical vagrant has sonio design upon us and have Well nigh determined to consult my opinion and not tils as to our places of repose and the direction of our journey." Escaping Many Plots Without explaining whom the young lady they had recently parted company seemed in his eyes to resemble, Arthur told his father that she had whispered to him that they ought to take the road to Strasburg by the eastern side of the river, and for that purpose cross over at a place called Klrchoff. After considering the matter, the elder Philipson decided that Arthur should take the road advised by the unknown maiden while he himself would continue on by the right bank of the river. Thus one of them would be sure to arrive at the court of Charles and present to him the busi ness upon which they journeyed to the duke’s capital. After escaping many plots laid against him by secret foes, the elder Philipson at length arrived at Strasburg. Several times upon the journey he encountered in the most unexpected places the Black Priest of St. Paul’s and everywhere this strange man seemed to exercise the power and inspire the same terror as at Brisach. And it was the Black Priest, apparent-^* ly, who watched over Philipson and res cued him from thd many perils he en countered on the journey. Welcomed With Blushes In the meantime Arthur, pursuing his journey upon the.left hank of the river, came one day toward evening to a great satle situated near the village, and in front of the castle saw, to his amazement, Annette, the attendant of Anne of Gelerstein. His heart throbed as he asked the girl if Anne was in the neighborhood. Annette answered that " The noble and high-born lady, Anne, Countess of Arc helm,’’ was in residence at the castle; conducted him thither and, in the coun tess, he recognized Anne Gelerstein. Anne welcomed Arthur with diffi dence and blulslies. but finally assumed a more formal and stately manner. The village was occupied by a band of mercenary soldiers in the pay of the empire, and it would not toe safe for Arthur to venture among them, 11s they were mutinous, not having of late re ceived their pay. Anne explained many things. It had, Indeed, been she whom Arthur h.ad seen go out of Graffslust that night whpn he kept watch at the drawbridge. Some Mysteries Explained A messenger from her father had got word to her that she should meet him In the woods that night, and she had obeyed the paternal Injunction. In that interview It had been ar ranged that Count Albert should re ceive his daughter the next day, when the envoys set out for Brisacli. She had been sent under escort by the count to the Castle of Arnhelm, and while she was on her way there had encountered Arthur and his father. This guide, she had learned from the conversation of her attendants, had been sent by persons who had an Interest In preevntlng the arrival of the Phllip sons at the Court of Charles—to pro cure their Imprisonment or death. Her father was now at Strashurg. The wild romances connected with An ne’s ancestry she explained as Action based upon Ignorance. Parting Forever When Arthur spoke of Rudolph Don nerhugel Anne told him frAnkly that while Rudolph had been a suitor for her hand neither she nor her uncle had given him any encouragement and she could never be his wife. While they talked the steward came In excitedly to say that the soldiers had broken out into open revolt and would attack the castle early the next morn ing. To defend the huge edlAce with so small a number of retainers as could be mustered by Anne was Impossible. It was resolved to Ay the next morning while the soldiers were sleeping off :heir potations of the night before. So with a small escort they fled at laybreak and Arthur rode by Anne's side to Strasburg;. And on the way what more natural :han that he should pour out into the istening ear of the maiden that of which his heart was so full—his love lor her? But Anne replied that she would lever marry without the consent of ter father and that this she knew he would withhold should Arthur make a Formal proposal for her hand. But she would never marry anyone else. "And so, farewell forever,” she said, md giving him a little looket wilh '-V von G” engraved upon it, she left lim at the entrance into the city of 3trasburg. Arthur met his father at a place they had agreed upon and together they proceeded to the camp of the duke near Dijon. The seeming merchant found ready access to tho great duke, for Phillpsun was, in fact, the Karl of Oxford of the proud race of the de Veres and Arthur Ills heir to that great title. The earl had found defeat, poverty und exile in the service of the House if Lancaster and had now been sent uy the exiled and dehroned Queen, Mar garet of Anjou, to endeavor to induce the duke to furnish men and means In aid of a Lancastrian descent upon England. 'the diamond necklace was sent by Margaret as a token to Charles and was to be as his pledge for the men »nd money he should furnish. But Charles declared that he would 3o nothing until he had chastised the Swiss. He declared he would hang the Swiss delegates when they should ar rive at Dijon, and it was only the in fluence of the Karl of Oxford that pre vented him from carrying out his threat. binding peace impossible, the envoys made a formal declaration of war and returned to their mountains. Then be gan that war against the Cantons in which the great duke was killed and the power of Burgundy broken forever. Arthur and his father made the cam paign with the duke. Amid the forces of the young claim ant of the dukedom of Lorraine, who ioined with the Swiss, rode a warrior who had vowed, the deatli of Charles, and whoso death the duke had sworn. He was Albert von Geiersteln, once the black priest of St. Paul's and head of the Secret Tribunal, so hated by the duke. Ho was now released from his priestly vows and took the field In armor. ..nJ rxV... I. M1 , Bothhe and Charles were killed In the last Battle between the Swiss and the Burgundians. ( Margaret of Anjou died and be queathed the diamond necklace to Ar thur and his father. With the proceeds of the sals of the jewels they pur chased, after the war, a farm near CJeierstoin and settled down as Swiss farmers. Anne had repaired to Geierstein to the protection of tier uncle, and soon after she and Arthur were married. Years passed, and with the triumph of Henry VII at Bosworth the‘pro scribed earl was restored to Ills for tune and title in England. He repaired with his family ,to his native country, where he soon after died, and Arthur andi Anne, as earl and countess of Ox ford, long lived in prosperity and power. Rudolph of Donnerhugel was killed during the Burgundian war. He fell beneath the sword of Arthur, fighting valiantly in a personal combat, which he himself had sought with the riVnl who had stolen the heart of ttie girl he loved. Lifesavers Not Thanked "Do people thank us for saving their lives?" asked a bronzed lifeguard at At lantic City, says the Philadelphia North American. "Nay and nit; not so that I've ever noticed it. Quite the other way. The women do, of course, but the men! wily, you'd think we had insulted them. "They get mad and roast our heads off, even though we don’t go after them until they’ve hollored for help. I’ve got some of the worst tongue lashings ever after hauling out a man who had shrieked for help and would have dronwed if he hadn't had assistance pretty quick. 'You see the minute a man learns to swim a few strokes he gets the idea that he’s a world beater and can plow through the water from here to Ocean City. He digs for the float or the plat form, showing his friknds on shore what ' a dabster he is at the game. He gets to tho float all right, rests a little there and then goes out further. Then he gets a little tired and swallows a couple of rollers, loses his nerve and sets up a holier you could hear a mile except for the other noises here. "Here we get Dusy. out to where he la floundering as fast as we can. Sometimes we go overboard after him, and sometimes we can yank him • Into the boat without getting into the water. Then the fun begins. “ ‘What are we doing?' he demands. He was all right! Could swim all aronud and back again! Doesn't like the humil iation of being brought ashore in the boat before a beachful of people, and all that sort of rot. ‘‘X don't know how many we have brought ashore this summer so far, but t I do know that only two of them said •Thank you;' the rest gave us a roast ing and then told their friends on shore how we Interfered when they were all right. But we’re working for our pay, not for thanks, so what's the differ ence?” Banana Eaters Americans used to be called a nation of pie eaters. Today a more appropriate term "Would be a nation of banana eaters. The United States takes more than two thirds of the bananas shipped to the hand lers in the world, says the Chicago Jour nal. Part of tills pre-eminence In banana consumption Is due to geography; the/ source of supply on the Caribbean Is almost at our door. Part is due to ac cident. A Boston skipper Introduced the American public to this tropical fruit while it was still unknown In Europe. Whatever reason one may choose to give, the United States Is the world’s chief banana market, and though the use of this fruit le increasing abroad the Ameri can boy remains the Jamaica grower's best friend.