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“Your highness,” I crietl, “I could
not help It! Before God I could not!
It Is because I love you better than
anything in the world you cannot be
of it—and all this Is Impossible, this
going away together."
Her bosom heaved, and her eyes
flashed like a heated summer sky.
“I will give you one minute to leave
this place,” she said, her tones as even
and as cold as sudden repression of
wrath could make them. ”1 trusted
you, and you have dared to take ad
vantage of what seemed my helpless
ness. It Is well Indeed for you that
you committed this outrage before it
is 100 late. I should have killed you
then. I might have known. Could
ever a woman trust a man?” She
laughed contemptuously. "You would
have made me a thing of scorn, and I
trusted you!”
“As God is my Judge." I cried, “my
respect for you is as high as heaven
itself! I love you. Is there nothing in
that? I am but human. I am not a
stone image. And you have tempted
me beyond all control, pardon what
I have done. It was not the want of
respect”—
“Spare me your protestations. I be
lieve your minute is nearly gone,” she
interrupted.
And then there was a crunch on the
gravel behind us. The princess and I
turned in dismay. We had forgotten
all about the anonymous note. Two
officers were approaching us and rap
idly. The elder of the two came
straight to me. I knew hiih to be as
inexorable as his former master, the
victor of Sedan. The princess looked
on mechanically.
“Come." said the count In broken
English. "I believe your carriage is at
the gate.”
I glanced nt the princess. She might
have been of stone for all the life she
exhibited.
“Come; the comedy Is a poor one,”
said the count.
I followed him out of the garden. My
indifference to personal safety was due
to a uumbness which had takeu hold
of me,
“Get in," he said when we reached
the carriage. I did so, and he got in
ufter me. The driver appeared confus
ed. it was not his fare, according to
the agreement. “To the city,” he was
briefly told. “Your hotel?” turniug to
me. I named It. “Do you understand
Gernmu V
“But indifferently,” i answered list
lessly.
“It appears that you understand nei
ther the language nor the people. Who
are you?"
“That la my eoueern,” I retorted. I
was coming about and not unnaturally
became vicious.
"It concerns me also,” was the gruff
reply.
‘‘Have your own way about It.”
“How came you by that medal?”
.pointing to my breast.
“Honestly.” said I.
“Honestly or dishonestly, It Is all the
same.” He made a move to detach It.
and 1 caught his baud.
“Please don't do that. I am ex
tremely Irritable, and I might throw
you out of the window. I can get back
to my hotel without guidance."
“1 am going to see you to your lodg
ings." asserted the count, rubbing his
wrist, for I had put some power Into
my grasp.
"Still 1 might take it into my head to
throw you out.”
“You’d better not try.”
“Are you afraid?"
“Yes. There would be a scandal.
Not that I would care about the death
of a miserable adventurer, but It might
possibly reflect upon the virtue of her
highness the Princess Hildegnrde.”
“What do you want?” I growled.
“1 want to see if your passports are
proper, so that you will have no diffi
culty in passing over the frontier."
“Perhaps it would be just as well to
wake the American minister,” I sug
gested.
“Not at all. If you were found dead,
there might be a possibility of that.
But 1 should explain to him. and he
would understand that it was a case
without diplomatic precedent”
“Well?”
“You are to leave this country at
once, sir—that is, if you place any val
ue upon your life.”
“Oh. then it Is really serious?"
“Very. It Is a matter of life and
death—to you. Moreover, you must
never enter this country again. If you
do, I will not give a pfennig for your
life.”
He found my passports in good or
der. I permitted him to rummage
through some of my papers.
“Ach, a scribbler, too!” eoi#ng across
some of my notes.
“Quite right Herr General,” said L
I submitted because I didn’t care.
My luggage was packed off to the
station, where he saw that my ticket
was for Paris.
“Good morning,” he said as I entered
the carriage compartment “The devil
will soon come to his own. Ach!”
“My compliments to him when you
see him!” I called back, not to be out
done in the matter of courtesy.
“And that is all. Jack,” concluded
Hillars. “For all-these months not an
hour has passed in which I have not
cursed the folly of that moment In
11c found my rxMispnrtti in good order,
atgad of healing under the balm of phl-
losopby the wound grows more painful
every day. She did not love me, 1
know, but she would have been near
me, and If the king had-taken away
her principality she would have needed
me in a thousand ways, and it is not
less than possible that In time she
might have learned the lesson of love.
But now—lf she Is the woman I indieve
her to be—she never could love me aft
er what has happened, and, knowing
this, 1 can’t leave liquor alone and
don’t want to. In my cups I do not
care."
“I feel sorry for you both.” said I.
“Has the prince married her yet?”
“No. It has been postponed. Next
Monday I am going back. I am going
in hopes of getting into trouble. I may
never see her again perhaps. Tomor
row, tomorrow! Who knows? Well.
I’m off to bed. Good night.”
And I was left alone with my
thoughts. They weren’t very good
company. Tomorrow indeed. I thought.
1 sat and smoked till my tongue smart
ed. I had troubles of my owu and
wondered bow they would end. Poor
Ilillars! As I look back today I marvel
that we could not see the end. The
mystery of life seems simple to us
who have lived most of it and can look
down through the long years.
CHAPTER VI.
During the first year of ray residence
in Loudon there happened few events
worth chronicling. Shortly after my
arrival Hillars disappeared. His two
months’ vacation stretched Into 12. and
I was directed to remain in London.
As I knew that Hillars did uot wish to
be found. I made no Inquiries. He
was somewhere on tlie continent, but
where no one knew. At one time
a letter, dated at St. Peters
burg. reached me, and at another time
I was informed of his presence at
Monte Carlo. In neither letter was
there any mention of her serene high
ness the Princess Hlldegarde of Ho
henplialia. Since tlie night lie recount
ed the adventure tlie wayward prin
cess bad never become the topic of
conversation. I grew hopeful enough
to believe that be had forgotten her.
Occasionally I received a long letter
from Phyllis. I always promptly an
swered it. To any one lint me her let
ters would have proved interesting
reading. It was uot for what slie
wrote that 1 cared, it was the mere
fact that she wrote. A man cannot
find much pleasure in letters which
begin with “Dear friend” and end
with “Yours sincerely” when they
come from the woman he loves.
In the preceding autumn I completed
my first novel. 1 carried It around to
publishers till 1 grew to hate it as one
hates a Nemesis, and when dually 1
did place it It was with a publisher
who had Just Btarted In business and
was necessarily obscure. 1 bowed po
litely to my dreams of literary fame
and became wholly absorbed In my
Jpurnullstie woik. When the book came
out. I could not but admire the excel
lence of the bookmukiug, but as I look
ed through the reviews and found no
mentlou save In “books received" 1
threw the book aside and vowed that
It should lx* my last. The publisher
wrote me that he was surprised that
the book bad not caught on. as he con
sidered the story unusually clever.
“Merit is one thing.” he said, “but luck
is another.” 1 have found this to be
true uot only In literature, but in all
walks of life where fame and money
are the goals. Phyllis wrote me that
she thought the book “just splendid.”
but 1 took her praise with a grain of
salt. It being likely that she was par
tial to the author and that the real
worth of the book was little in cora
parlsonwvitli the fact that it was 1 who
wrote it.
One morning in early June I found
three letters on my desk. The first
was from Ilillars. He was In Vicuna:
My Dear Son—There it another rumpus. The
princess disappeared on the 20th of last month.
They are hunting hi?h and low for her and inci
dentally for me. Why me is more than I can un
derstand. but 1 received a letter from Rockwell
of the American legation warning me that if I
remained tn Austria I should he apprehended, put
h> jail, hanged and quartered for no other reason
on earth than that they suspect my having some
thing to do with her disappearance—due, 1 sup
pose, to that other miserable affair. Though 1
have hunted aii over the oiniiiiaat. ! have n*v
seen the Princess Hildegarde since that night at
B. Where shall 1 find her? I haven't the least
Idea, but as a last throw I am going to the prin
cipality of Kobenphalja, where she was bom and
over which she rules with infinite wisdom. The
king ia determined that she shall wed Prince
Ernst. He would take away her principality but
for the fact that there would b a wholesale dis
turbance to folio# any such act. If I aver meet
that watchdog of hers, the Count von Walden,
the duffer who gave me my conge, thee* will be
trouble. The world .Isn't Urge enough tor two
•uch men as are are. By the way. 1 played rou
lette at the Caeioo last night and won *,OOO
franca. Weil, au revetr, or adieu, a* the caae may
be. They sail the wont whisky here you ever
heard ot K"a terrible to have an educated paUte.
Hitii nit
So he was still desiring for some
thing he could never have! I got out
of patience with the fellow. Even If
she loved him, what chance had he
against the legions of the king? Hti
lars was a wild headed fellow, and If
at liberty was not Incapable of creat
ing a disturbance. It might land him
in Jail or on the gallows. Still Hillars,
with all his love of adventure, was
uot ordinarily reckless. Yet. if he met
the princess, she would find a willing
tool in him for her slightest caprice.
Whatever happened the brunt would
fall upon him. My opinion, formed
from various stories I had heard of
the princess, was not very flattering
teller. The letter and Its possibilities
disturbed me.
The second letter was from bead
quarters in New York:
Dear Winthrap—We want a good Sunday spe
cial. Her serene highn<-sa the Princess llildegarde
of Hohenpitalia has taken it into her head to dis
appear again. Uo over and see Rockwell in 0.
He will ghe you a good yarn. It has never been
in type yet, and 1 dare say that it will make
good reading. London seems particularly dull
just now. and you can easily turn over your af
fairs to the assistant. This woman's life is more
full of romance than that of any other woman of
the courts of Kurope. The most interesting part
of it is her reputation is said to be like that of
Cresar's wife, abovi reproach. Get a full history
of her life and of the prince whom she is to mar
ry. If you can get any photographs, do so. 1
know how you dislike this sort of work, prying
into private affairs, as you call it, but with all
these sensational sheet! springing up around ur
we must keep in line now and then. Do you
know anything about Hillars? la he dead or
allvef Take all the time you want for the story
and send it by mail.
“The Princess Hlldegarde!” 1 cried
aloud. “The deuce tnke the woman!”
"What's that?” asked my assistant,
who hud overheard my outburst.
"Oil, I am to go across on a special
story.” I said, with a snarl, “Just as 1
was fixing for a week's Ashing. I’ve
got, to coueern myself with the Prin
cess Hlldegarde of Hobenpbalia.”
“Ah. tlie Princess Hlldegarde!” said
the young fellow, pushing back his hat
and elevating his feet, a trick he had
acquired while beiug reared in his na
tive land, which was the state of Illi
nois. in America. "You want to be
careful. Every one burns bis lingers
or singes bis wings around that can
dle.”
"What do you know about her?” I
asked.
"A little. You see. about six months
ago 1 discovered all regarding Ilillars
and bis fall from grace, it was through
tlie Reuter agency. Hillars got badly
singed. An elopement of some sort
between him and tlie princess was nip
ped in tlie bud. lie was ordered to
leave tlie country and warned never to
return at tlie peril of his liberty. A de
scription of him is with every post on
the frontier. As for tlie princess, she
is an interesting character. She was
educated in this country and France.
She speaks several languages. She is
headstrong and willful, and her royal
guardian is only too anxious to see her
married and settled down. She mas
querades In men's clothes when It
pleases her. she can ride a horse like a
trooper, she fences and shoots, she lias
fought two duels, and heaven alone
knows what she has not done to dis
turb the tranquillity of the court. For
a man she loved sbe would be a merry
comrade. I saw her once in Paris.
She is an extraordinarily beautiful wo
man. A man takes no end of risk when
he concerns himself with her affairs, I
can tell you. Hillars—well, 1 suppose
it’s none of my business. He must
have had an exciting time of it,” con
cluded the young man.
“I'll leave you in charge for a week
or so.” said 1. “What little news there
is at tin* houses you can cover. I’ll
take care of anything of importance
that occurs abroad. I might as well
pack up and get out tonight. A boat
leaves Dover early in the morning.”
Then I picked np the third and last
letter, it was from Phyllis. It con
tained the enjoyable news that the
Wentworths were coming abroad and
that they would remain indefinitely ax
B . where Mr. Wentworth had been
appointed charge d'affaires under tin*
American minister. They were to visit
the Mediterranean before coming to
London. They would in town in
October. The mere thought of seeing
Phyllis made my heart throb. The
next morning I put out from Dover. It
was a rough passage for that time of
the year, and 1 came near being sea
sick. A day or so In Paris brought me
around, and 1 proceeded. As 1 passed
the frontier I noticed that my pass
ports were eagerly scanned and that 1
was closely scrutinized for some rea
son or other.
A smartly dressed officer occupied
half of the carriage compartment
with me. 1 tried to draw him into con
versation. but lie proved to be untalka
tive: so I busied myself with the latest
issue of the Paris LTllustratiou. 1
never glanced in the direction of the
officer but what I found him staring
Intently at me. This irritated uie.
The incident was repeated so many
times that I said:
“I trust herr will remember me in
the days to come.”
“Eh?" somewhat startled, I thought.
“I observed that you will possibly
remember me in the days to come, or
perhaps I resemble some one you
know.”
“Not In the least,” was the haughty
retort.
I shrugged and relit nxy pipe. The
tobacco I had purchased in Paris, and
It was of the customary vileness. Per
haps I could smoke out mein herr.
But the task resulted !u a boomerang.
He drew out a huge china pipe and be
gan smoking tobacco which was even
viler than mine, if that could be pos
sible. Soon I let down the window.
“Does the smoke disturb berr?” he
asked, puffing forth great clouds of
*moke. There was of raillery
In his tones.
“It would not" I answered, “If It
came from tobacco." He subsided.
Whenever there was a stop of any
length, I stepped out and walked the
platform. The officer Invariably fol
lowed my example. I pondered over
this each tilde'l re-entered the car
riage. At last my irritation turned
Into wrath.
“Are you aware that your actions
are very annoying?"
“How, sir?" proudly.
“You stare me out of countenance,
you refrain from entering into conver
sation and by the way you follow me
lu and out of the carriage one would
say that you were watching me. All
this is not common politeness.”
“Herr Jests,” he replied with a
forced smile. “If I desire not to con
verse. that is my business. As for
getting In and out of the carriage, have
I no rights as a passenger/?’'
It was I who A minute
passed. j
“But why do you stare at me?” I
asktslT
“I do not stare at you. I bare no
paper and tried to read yours at a dis
tance. I am willing to apologize for
that.”
"Oh. that is different," I said. I
tossed the paper to him. “You are
welcome to the paper.”
1 covertly watched him as he tried to
read the French. By and by he passed
the paper back.
“I am not a very good French schol
ar, and the French are tiresome.”
“They would not have been If they
had had a general who thought more
of fighting than of wearing pretty
clot lies.”
“Ob, it would not have mattered.”
confidently.
“Prussia was once humbled by a
Frenchman.” I was irritating him
with a purpose In view.
“Bah!”
“The only reason the French were
beaten was because they did uot think
the German race worth troubling
about.”
He laughed pleasantly. “You Amer
icans have a strange Idea of the differ
ence between the German and the
Frenchman.”
This was Just what I wanted.
“And who Informed you that I was
an American?”
He was disconcerted. “Why.” he
said lamely, “ft is easily apparent, the
difference between the American and
the E lishman.” Then, as though a
bright ...ea had come to him: “The Eng
lish never engage in conversation with
strangers while traveling. Americans
are more sociable.”
“They are? Then I advise them to
follow the example set by the English
man—never try to get np a conversa
tion while traveling with a German.
It is a disagreeable task.” Ami 1 set
tled back behind my paper.
How had he found out that 1 was an
American? Was 1 known? And for
what reason was ! known? To my
knowledge I had never committed any
offense to tlie extent that I must be
watched like a suspect. What his
object was and how he came to know
that I was an American were myste
ries to me. I was glad that the journey
would last but an hour or so longer.
The train arrived at the capital late
at night. As 1 went to imjuire about
my luggage 1 saw my late fellow pas
senger joined by another officer. The
two began talking earnestly, giving
me occasional sidelong glances. The
mystery was deepening. In passing
them I caught words which sounded
like “under another name” and “posi
tive it is he.’.’ This was anything but
reassuring to me. At Length they dis
appeared, only to meet me outside tlie
station. It got into my head that 1
was a marked man. A feeling of dis
comfort took possession of me. Ger
mans are troublesome when they get
an idea. I was glad to get into tlie
carriage which was to take me to my
hotel. The driver seemed to have
some difficulty in starting the horse,
but I gave this no attention. When
the vehicle did start, it was with a
rapidity which alarmed me. Corner
after corner was turned, and the lights
went by in Hashes. It was taking a
long time to reach my hotel, 1 thought.
Suddenly it dawned upon me that the
direction wo were going was contrary
to my instructions. I tried to open the
window, but it refused to move. Then
1 hammered on the pane, but the driver
was deaf or purposely so.
“Hi. there!” i thoughtlessly yelled In
English. “Where the devil are you go
ing?”
No one paid any attention to my
cries. It was becoming a serious mat
ter.
The lights grew fewer and fewer,
and presently there were no lights at
all. We were. 1 judged, somewhere
in the suburbs. 1 became desperate
and smashed a window. The carriage
stopped so abruptly that I went
sprawling to the bottom. 1 was in
anything but a peaceful frame of mind,
as they say. when the door swung
open and I beheld standing at the side
of it the officer who had accompanied
me from the frontier.
“What tomfoolery Is this?” I de
manded. 1 was thoroughly incensed.
“It means that herr will act peace
fully or be in danger of a broken
head,” was the mind easing reply of
my quoc&am fellow passenger. The
driver then came down from the box,
and I saw that he was the officer who
had joined us at the station.
“If it is a frolic.” I said, “one of
your beer hall frolics, the sooner it is
ended the better for you.”
The two laughed as if what I had
said was one of the funniest things
Imaginable. ......
“Get out!”
“With pleasure!” said I.
Directly one of them lay with his
back to the ground and the other was
Tocked in my embrace. I had not spent
four years on the college campus for
intellectual benefits only. . And indig
tntlon lent me additional strength. My
opponent was a powerful man. but 1
held him in a grip of rage. Truthfully
1 begangto enjoy the situation. There
Is something exhilarating In the fight
ing blood which rises Ip us now and
then. This exhilaration, however,
brought about my fall. In the struggle
I forgot the other, who meantime had
recovered his star gemmed senses. A
crack from the butt of his pistol ren
dered me remarkably quiet and docile.
In fact, all became a vacancy till the
next morning, and then I was con
scious of a terrible headache and of a
room with a window through which a
cat might have climbed without en
dangering its spine—a very dexterous
cat.
“Well,” I mused, softly nursing the
lump on my head, “here’s the devil to
pay and not a cent to pay him with.”
It was evident that, without know
ing It, I had become a very important
personage.
CHAPTER VII.
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