6 1 The | Princess Elopes By HAROLD McGRATH Author of "The Man or\ the Bo*." "Hearts and Masks/' Etc, N t* (Copyright, llobbs-Morrill Co.) SYNOPSIS. Arthur Warrington, American consul (to Itarscheit. I.lis how reigning Grand ltiikt attempts I" fori ■ his nelee, Prin cess Hildegarde, to marry Prince Dopple l<inn, an old widower. Warrington does not know the princess even by sight. "While riding horseback in the country light overtakes him and he seeks accom modations In a dilapidated castle. Here he tinds two women and an old man perv-int. One woman is Princess HiUle •,-ard> and the otter a friend. Hon. Hetty Moore, of Kngland. They detain him to .witness a mock marriage between the princess and a disgraced army officer, Steinbock. clone for the purpose of foiling the gratia duke. StelnbocK attempts to kiss tli" princess and she is rescued by Warrington. Steinbeck disappears for fjeud. Max Seharfenstein, an old Ameri can friend of Warrington's reaches Bar sciieit. Warrington tells him of the prin €•• -s. Seharfenstein shows Warrington a locket with a picture of a woman in side. It was on his neck when he. as a boy, was picked up and adopted by his ifostcr father, whose name he was given. He believes it to be a picture of his mother. The grand duke announces to the prineoss that she is to marry Dopple kinn the following week. During a morn ing's ride she plans t" escape She meets Seharfenstein. He tinds a purse she lias dropped, but does not discover her i<!<- 11 - Ity. Warrington entertains sit a public restaurant for a number of American medical students. Max arrives late and relates an interesting bit of gossip to the «>ffoct that the princess has run away from Barscheit. ll'- unwittingly offends a native ollir or and subjects himself to certain arrest. Max la persuaded to take , oni of the American student's passports and escape. J CHAPTER Vll.—Continued. "What's this for?" Max asked ctiri- i ously. • "Ellis," said I, "it is very good of you. Max, take those. Mr. ICllis wishes to save your hide. Take them and get to the station as quickly as you can. And for the love of mercy, do not turn around till you're over in Doppelkinn's vineyards." "Well, I'm hanged if I understand!" he cried. "I'm a peaceful man. A beggar walks up to me ami slaps me in the face for nothing at all, and now I must hike, eh? What the devil have 1 done now?" Then, as briefly as I could, I ex plained the enormity of his offenses. To take a chair from a table, as he ; had done, was a gross insult; to re ceive a slap in the face and not to resent it, was another insult; to tear tip an opponent's visiting card, still another; to take out a revolver in Bar scheit, unless you were an officer or had a permit, was worse than an in sult; it was a crime, punishable by long imprisonment. They could ac cuse him of being either an anarchist or a socialist-red, coming to Barscheit with the intent to kill the grand duke, yhe fact that he was ignorant of the laws, or that he was an alien, would remit not one particle of his punish ment ami fine; and weeks would pass ere the matter could be arranged be tween thi» United States and Barscheit. "Good Lord!" he gasped; "why d:<ln't you tell me?" "Why didn't you tell me that you carried a cannon in your pocket? Take ICllis' papers, otherwise you stand pat for a heap of trouble, and I can't help you. Go straight to Dresden, tele graph me, gage." "But I came here to study!" Max argued. "It will be geology in the form of prison walls," said Ellis quietly. "Don't be foolish, Mr. Seharfenstein; it is not a matter of a man's courage, but of his common sense. Take the tickets and light out. I have lived here for three years, and have seen men killed out light for less than you have done." "But you don't expect me to leave this place without punching that beg gar's head?"—indignantly. "What do you think I'm made of?" "You'll never get the chance to punch his head," said I. "We are wasting valuable time. Those officers have gone for the police. You have about 20 minutes to make the train. Come, for heaven's sake, come!" He finally got it into his head that we knew what we were talking about. How we got him to the station I do not remember, but somehow we got him there. He spattered and fumed and swore, as all brave men will who feel that they are running away in a cowardly fashion. Ho wasn't con vinced, but he thanked Ellis for his kindness and hoped that he wouldn't get into trouble on his (Max's) ac count. "Go straight to Dresden; say you've been studying medicine in Ilaischeit lot three years, refer to me by tele graph if there is any question as to your identity," said I. "You're the only man in tho world, Max, that I'd lio for." He stumbled through the gates, and we saw him open the door of a car riage just as the train began to pull out. A guard tried to stop him, but he was not quite quick enough. We watched tho train till it melted away ,Jiito the blackness beyond the termi nus covering; theu we, I and my fel- low diners, wont soberly into the | street. Here was a howdy-do! Sud- i denly Ellis let out a sounding laugh, j and, scarcely knowing why, we joined i him. It was funny, very funny, for | every one but poor old Max! The | American spirit is based on the sense j of humor, and even in tragic moments , is irrepressible. We did not return to Muller's; each of us stole quietly home to await the j advent of the police, for they would j rout out every American in town in j their search for the man with the gun. j They would lirst visit the consulate and ascertain what 1 knew of the af fair; when they got through with the rest of the boys Max would be in Dop-1 pelkinn. The police were going to be very busy that night: a princess on i one hand and an anarchist on the other. There were terrible times, too, in the palace. Long before we watched Max's train and the vanishing green j and red lights at the end of it the grand duke was having troubles of his own. He was pacing wildly up and down in his dressing-room. Clutched in his fist was a crumpled sheet of pa per. From timo to time he smoothed it out and reread the contents. Each time he swore like the celebrated man in Flanders. "You forced me and I warned you that I would do something desperate. Do not send for me, for you will never lind me till you come to your senses. I have eloped. HILDEGARDE." CHAPTER VIII. Shortly before fix o'clock —dinner in the palace was rarely served until half-after eight—the Honorable Betty sat down to her writing desk In her boudoir, which opened directly into that belonging to the princess, to write a few letters home. A dinner was to be given to the state officials that night, and she knew from experience ' MLii 1 —i I I "Why, Gretchen, Where Are Vou Going?" that after that solemn event was con ! eluded it would he too late for the de- I parting mails. She seemed to have [ no difficulty in composing her thoughts j and transferring them to paper. There i were times when she would lean back, | nibble the end of her pen and smile i in a dreamy, retrospective fashion. No | doubt her thoughts were pleasant and i agreeable. She had completed addressing three i envelopes, when she heard the door ! leading into the princess' boudoir open i and close. She turned to behold the princess herself. "Why, Gretchen, where are you go | ing?"—noting the gray walking-dress, the gray hat, the sensible square-toed 1 shoes. "I am going to visit a sick nurse," | replied her highness, avoiding the oth | er's eye. "But shall you have time to dress | for dinner?" "That depends. Besides, the official dinners are a great bore." Her high j ness came forward, caught the dark head of the English girl between her : gloved hands, pressed it against her heart, bent and kissed it. "What a lovely girl you are, Betty! always un ruffled, always even-tempered. You will grow old very gracefully." "I hope so; but I do not want to grow old at all. Can't I go with you?" —eagerly. "Impossible; etiquette demands your j presence here to-night. If I am late ; my rank ;uid my errand will be my J excuse. What jolly times we used to ; have in that quaint old boarding school !in St. John's Wood! Do you remem j her how we went to your noble fa ther's country place unc Christmas? 1 j »vent incognita. There was a children's ' party, and two boys hail a fisticuff I over you. Nobody noticed me those i days. I was happy then." The prin cess frowned. It might have been the sign of repression of tears. Betty, j with her head against the other's I bosom, could not see. "I shall be ! lonely without you; for you can not j stay on here forever. If you could, it i would be different. I shall miss you. I Somehow you possess the faculty of j calming me. I am so easily stirred I tnto a passion; my temper is so sur CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THUrRSDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1907 facc-wlso. Some day. however, I hTi aIT come to England ami spend a whole month with you. Will not that be tine?" "How melancholy your voire is!" cried Betty, trying without avail to re move her highness' hands. "No, no; 1 want to hold you just so. Perhaps 1 am sentimental to-night. I have all the moods, agreeable and dis agreeable. . . . Do you love any body?" "Lovo anybody? What do you mean?" —rising in spite of the pro testing hands. "Do I look as If 1 were in love with anybody?" They searched each other's eyes. "Oh, you islanders! Nobody can fathom what is going on in your hearts. You never make any mistakes; you al ways seem to know which paths to pursue; you are always right, always, always. I'd like to see you commit a folly, Betty; it's a wicked wish, I know, but I honestly wish it. There is cer tainly more Spanish blood in my veins than German. 1 aui always making mistakes; 1 never know which path is the right one; 1 am always wrong. Do you believe it possible for a woman of birth and breeding to fall in love with a man whom she has known only three days?" "Three days! Are you crazy, Hilde garde?" "Call me Gretchen!" imperiously. "Gretchen, what lias come over you?" "I asked you a question." "Well," —a bit of color stealing into her cheeks, —"it is possible, but very foolish. One ought to know something of a man's character," went on Betty, "before permitting sentiment to enter into one's thoughts." "That is my opinion, wise little white owl." Her highness took her friend in her arms and kissed her, held her at arm's length, drew her to her heart and again kissed her. it was like a farewell. Then she let her go. "If there is anything you need, make yourself at home with my cases." And her highness was gone. Betty gazed at the door through which dear Gretchen had passed, gazed thoughtfully and anxiously. "How oddly she acted! I wonder—" She made as though to run to the door, but stopped, as if ashamed of the doubt which flashed into her mind and out again. The little clock on the mantel chimed forth the seventh hour, and she rang for her maid. It was time that she began dressing. (Thus, for the present, I shall leave her. There are several reasons why my imagination should take this step; for, what should I know of a woman's toilet, save in the general mysterious results? However, I feel at liberty to steal into the duke's dressing-room. Here, while I am not positive what happened, at least I can easily bring my imagination to bear upon tho pic ture.) The duke was rather pleased with himself. He liked to put on his state uniform, with its blue-gray frock, the white doeskin trousers which strapped under the patent-leather boots, the gold braid, the silver saber and the little rope of medals strung across his full, broad breast. It was thus he created awe; it was thus he becam© truly the sovereign, urbane and majestic His valet was buckling on the saber belt, when there came a respectful tap on the door. "Enter," said the duke, frowning. One can not assert any particular de gree of dignity with a valet at one's side. But it was only a corridor attendant who entered. He approached the duke's valet and preprinted a letter. "For his serene highness." He bowed and backed out, closing the door gently. At once the valet bowed also and extended the letter to his master. For mality is a fine thing in a palace. "Ah, a letter,", mused the duke, pro foundly innocent of tho viper which was about to sting him. "My glasses, Custav; my eye-glasses!" (TO 813 CONTINUED.) TO MAKE FOR XMAS LITTLE GIFTS THAT MAY BE MADE AT SMALL EXPENSE. A Miniature Work Box, Rose Pin Cushion and Other Things That Will Prove Acceptable to Many. Most of us have begun to think in earnest about our Christmas giving, and every woman who enjoys fashion ing her own gifts is on the lookout for attractive little things that come with in the limits of her purse and her needlework ability. The designs here pictured and de scribed are all easily made, and have the further recommendations of daintiness, inexpensiveness and util ity. Traveling Work-Bo*. The miniature work-box is a splen did contrivance to putin one's travel ing bag. But four inches long, there is, nevertheless, room for a tiny pair of scissors, thimble, an emery, needles, pins, roll of linen tape, card of darning cotton, two small wood shuttles of thread, hooks and eyes and a few buttons. For the case pret ty ribbon should bo selected, a trifle less than two inches wide. Cardboard, ribbon-covered, does duty for the two sides, which are neatly overcast to Miniature Work-Box. the single strip of ribbon forming the bottom and ends, and extending out further into two flaps. To one of these are tacked two or three flannel leaves for pins and needles. The other is for tying over the top with narrow ribbon, and serves as a cover. Rose Pin Cushion. For the rose pin cushion, buy, or make, a small foundation —the one in tthe illustration is two inches wide by three high— and use two-inch pink satin ribbon for the covering. The petals of the two little roses at the top are formed loops, knotted once, of slightly narrower double-faced satin ribbon. Yellow artificial centers are used, and either a bit of green foliage or a bow of pink ribbon completes the gift. An additional touch is given by placing a few fancy-headed pins on tho cushion. Bodkin Holder. For the fancy bodkin holder, cover a small cotton roll with ribbons and then with alternating rows of narrow- Fancy Bodkin Holder. est insertion and beading. Tie a bow of ribbon at each end, and put a bod kin through each strip of beading. A Thread-Holder. For the thread-holder cut two hearts of pasteboard, making tiny slits, or eyelets, through whi c h t narrow ribbon may be run to \7 --• hold the spools I ' In place. Cover /I fMI jo Ik. the shapes with silk or linen, buttonholing the slits. A spool of black silk, and one each of black and white cotton make a good combination. M. H. WITH PALM LEAF FANS. Make Pretty Decoration for Sewing room or Bedroom. A very inexpensive thing to do if one has a large number of friends whom she wishes to remember, and does not mind giving them the same things, would be to buy one or two dozen calendars—just the little 12- sheet ones—and the same number of small thermometers, which may be > / A Fan Calendar. had for five cents each. Tack a calen dar to the lower left-hand side of a palm loaf fan; to the upper right-hand side fasten a thermometer, and tie a good bow of corn-colored ribbon to the handle, up against the fan. This makes a pretty and really useful adornment for a bedroom or sewing room. Time Needed. "Going to lunch now? Why, it's o* 11 o'clock." ell?" ell, suitly you're not. hungry so 1 »as all this." I "No; biit I will be by tho tim<6 I the waiter condescends to serve me." FOR BABY OR GRANDMOTHER. I Stenciled Basket That May Be Put to Various Uses. One of the beauties of stenciling is the variety of materials upon which it may be used. This means an endless variety of things to make, and with out having them seem to have been run off by machinery. With different materials, different designs and dif ferent colors, the finished objects bear little relation to one another. Wood is the nicest thing for sten ciling because it will take anything that has color in it from the indigo in the laundry to the Ink on the li brary table. Dyes, tube paint, house paint thinned down with turpentine until the oil is overcome —literally anything with color, may be used for stenciling wood. The design is traced on a piece of stencil paper of light cardboard, and cut with a pen-knife or manicure scissors. This pattern is then anchored to the wood and the color applied with an ordinary artists' brush. A good thing to experiment on is an ordinary little fruit basket with a handle. Let the design be some of the quaint little Dutch figures that everyone is so fond of, or some of the sun-bonnet children that have taken their place in almost every household. These may be traced from the original pictures on tracing paper for the pat tern from which to cut the stencil. Or, if you can draw, make an original design. Two figures, or even one, are enough and they can be repeated around the basket. Lay the stencil in place on the bas- \ kot, and stick it fast with two or j A Toy Basket. three pins. Then apply the color as [ already directed. Let the colors for this be gay, and if part of the space be left uncolored it gives a variety, j For instance, let the hose of the men j and the aprons of the women be bare j basket, the trousers of the men and J the skirts of the women red or i orange, the men's coats dull blue, and j the bodices of the women the same | blue thinned down a little to make it j paler. The hats and caps may be j made of whatever color is left. Al- j ways a little touch of black here and j there brings out the other colors. It j gives a good poster look to outline each figure with a thin line of black. The handle and rim of the basket may be tinted with any one of the colors, and here you have a pleasing receptacle for toys which may inter est a child enough to act as an induce ment for him to pick up his own ] playthings now and then and save his j mother the trouble. A lining might bo putin the basket making it accept-! able to grandmother for a darning j basket. AN ORRIS ROOT RING. Nice Present for the Boy to Give His Mother. The small boy is really forlorn when it conies to making Christmas pres ents for mother. He wants to give her some of his own handiwork, but his fingers were not meant to sew and his carpentering and carving usually end in cut fingers and general distress. A ring of orris root can be made by any boy or girl who possesses a small gim-1 let, a sufficient quantity of ribbon and the price of orris root, to be had at the druggist. This orris root must be in its natural state before it is ground up into powder. A hole is bored in each one of the pieces and they are strung together in a ring on a ribbon. This is tied into a big bow at the top. The fragrance is exquisite and lasts really for years, which is not always the case with the Christ mas sachet. The orris ring is intend ed to be hung in a wardrobe where it diffuses its delicious scent long after the Christmas festivities are a thing of the past. MARGARET AYER. Threaded Ribbon. Bed linen, lingerie, table linen ant! even bric-a-brac seem to have been drawn into the fad for threaded rib bon. All these articles, as well as the ordinary wearing apparel, hats in cluded. are run through with ribbons of various widths. Hence beading, double-hemstitching and eyelet em broidery are having tremendous vogue { as the mean's whereby the ribbon j ffect may be added. In the case of crystal vases and the like the ribbons | are of exactly the shade of the glass.; run through or around the brim audi 1 tied witli a bow at one side. One of the ent ia. Is of the happy homes of to-day is a vast fund of information as to the best methods of promoting health and happiness and right living and knowledge of the world's best products. Products of actual excellence and reasonable claims truthfully presented and which have attained to world-wide acceptance through the approval of the \\ ell-Informed of the World; not of indi viduals only, but of the many who have the happy faculty of selecting and obtain ing the best the world affords. One of the products of that class, of known component parts, an Lthical remedy, approved by physicians and com mended by the Well-informed of the World as a valuable and wholesome family laxative is the well-known Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna. To get its beneficial effects always buy the genuine, manu factured by the California Fig Syrup Co., only, and for sale by all leading druggists. REAL CAUSE FOR GLADNESS. How Young Lawyer Carried Comfort to Convicted Client. An amusing story is told by Har per's Weekly at the expense of a prominent Baltimore lawyer, who, like most young attorneys, got his first case by assignment from the bench. His client hud been indicted for mur der, and his conviction was a fore gone conclusion, as his guilt was un questionable. The result of the trial was a sen tence to be hanged; but the man made an appeal to the governor for a pardon and was anxiously awaiting a reply thereto when his lawyer visited him in his cell. "I got good news for you—very good news!" the young lawyer said, grasping the man's hand. "Did the governor—is it a pardon?" the man exclaimed joyously. "Well, no. The fact is the governor refuses to interfere. Hut an uncle of yours has died and left you S2OO, and you will have the satisfaction of know ing that your lawyer got paid, you know,"was the comforting explana tion. WAS WILLING TO FORGET. Young Man Bore No Grudge Against Proposed Father-in-Law. That the young fellow had grit was evident from the fact that his busi ness, from nothing, had in a few years begun to bring in a fairish income. He made up his mind to get married. The girl—although the daughter of a pompous country resident —agreed with him; but the father did not see things in the same light. "What! You?" he yelled, angrily. "You want to marry my daughter! Why, it is only a few years since you were caddying for me." "That's true!" interrupted the young man, "but I don't intend to let that stand in the way. The language you then used was certainly a trifle —say blue-tinted; but then you were under the influence of disappointment. After all, you know, a very bad golfer may make a very good father-in-law. Any how, I'm going to give you a chance." The Final Shower. "And you say when the heiress be came the wife of the foreign noble man it was a shower wedding?" "I should say so. The bride wore a shower bouquet." "Yes " "And then there was a shower of rice." "My!" "Followed by a shower of congratu lations and old shoes." "Well! Well! And how did it end up?" "Very embarrassing all round. The nobleman's creditors came around and presented a shower of bills." A Delicate Task. "The newspapers," said the orator solemnly, "do not tell the truth." "Perhaps not," answered the editor, regretfully. "We do our best. Hut you know there is nothing more difficult than to tell the truth in a way that won't put it up to some one to chal lenge your veracity." WHAT WAS IT The Woman Feared? What a com f ort to find it is not "the awful thing" feared, but only chronic indigestion, which proper food can re lieve. A woman in Ohio says: "I was troubled for years with indi gestion and chronic constipation. At times I would have such a gnawing in my stomach that I actually feared I had a— l dislike to write or even think of what I feared. "Seeing an account of Grape-Nuts I decided to try it. After a short time I was satisfied the trouble was not the awful thing 1 feared but was still bad enough. However, I was relieved of a bad case of dyspepsia by chang ing from improper food to Grape-Nuts. "Since that time my bowels have been as regular as a 1 had also noticed before I began to eat Grape- Nuts that I was becoming forgetful of whore I put little things about tho house, which was very annoying. "Hut since tho digestive organs have become strong from eating Grape- Nuts, my memory is good and my mind as clear as when I was young, and I am thankful." Name given by Pes turn Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little booklet, "Tho Road to Well ville," in packages. "There's a reason."
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