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930 | | A SILVER BRAND. “My sovereign is not here. His majesty the king has not commanded me,” returned the brave old servant. The prince stamped his foot in his rage. ‘“Tnsolent beggar, you shall learn that I already repre- sent the dignity I shall speedily wear for myself. Delay not, Hernberg, teach the fool reason. We meanwhile will search the house.” : Von Schubert had been hastily whispering with the baron. Hecame forward now, but with a little nervous trepidation. } : “Not every room, I hope, your highness. There is Lady Theresa’s room to be exempt, I beg of you.” ‘‘Lady Theresa—and who may she be?” asked the prince, contemptuously, striding past the speaker, and flashing his angry glances around the quailing group. “Once for all you may understand that there are to be no rooms ex- empt. I will find that secret passage to-night.” Von Schubert’s haughty face flushed scarlet, his eye kindled with aneagle gleaming, and he strode forward with uplifted hand. But at that moment there was a rustle of silken drapery at the head of the staircase. He rushed up and forcibly drew Theresa back, whispering entreatingly : “Theresa, Theresa, do not show yourself. That man’s admiring giance is like a deadly simoon even to the noblest and purest of women. Don’t courtit. Hide your face if it may be I pray you.” “Did I hear him declare that every room is to be searched—what, even mine, and poor Stephano’s sick- chamber?” she returned, in the same hasty whisper. ‘‘Searched for what? What has happened—what does he suspect ?” “Heaven only knows. I can see that he is in a fierce and uncontrollable mood. Avoid his eye, I beg of you.” “Twill go to Stephano’s chamber,” she said, slowly, and then she paused and turned back, and clung to his arm. - ‘‘Herr von Schubert,” said she, ‘‘I am your betrothed bride now; you have a right to ask me to avoid this man and I shall do my best to obey you. There is something else I would tell you, but have not the time. But save us from intrusion in Stephano’s chamber, if you can.” “Heaven only knows if anything will turn him. He has already proceeded to measures quite exceeding his position. ‘‘He is not the king yet,” muttered Von Schubert, while ‘ EComicbooks com