The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-01-09

| beside her he haQ taken net mana IN
that grand, easy way of his, and looked
into her eve and asked her, Princess,
will you do me the honor of becoming
my wife?" And she had blushed and
looked down, and, holding her hand to
her heart to still its wild beating, had
answered him, eyes, sire;n while the
Tzigones' violins suddenly crashed out
the first note of the "Tcheque March"
that sublime song of triumph and en-
thusiasm.
Alasl how soon that happiness had
fed Six months of error and illusion
scarcely six months-and then one day,
before her babT was born, she found
out by a cruel chance that she had
been deceived, hat the king did not
love her, that he never had loved her,
and that the very day after his mar
riage he had supped with Gazella, the
first dancer of the Prague Theatre,
a light woman And that WAS not all
She had found out-what every one
with the Countess Pzilorann, by whom
he had three children, whom he had
never abandoned, in the midst of a
hundred caprices, and whom he had
actually dared to make sfTst lady in
waiting to his wife. The Queens love
was killed on the spot-the delicate,
shy love she had never dared to confess
to her husband, the love that she now
compared to a tame bird she had killed
when she was o little girl, squeezing it
suddenly in her hand when she had
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breaking q vase.
She had a son certainly. and she low
ed him, but it was terrible sometimes,
when she was sitting by the gilded and
coroneted Grade of her little sleeping
Wladislas, to feel a cold shiver pass
over her heart at the sight of the child,
the offspring of O man who had so wick
eddy and cruelty outraged her. Besides,
she never had him to hersalf-never all
to herself. 1t was not at all as it had
been in her kind parents court-and
that was another grief that had been
driven out by q revolution. Here In
this ancient and naughty court of Bohe-
mia everything was done according to
the laws of the str1ctest etiquette. A
whole host of goyernesses and dry
nurses, stiff old ladies with grand nam
ners and lofty airs, surrounded the roy
al cradle, and, when the Queen came
to see her son and kiss him she was
told with solemnity, "His highness
coughed a little last night" or "his
highness is cutting o tooth" And it
seemed to her as if the chilly breath of
these women blew over her mothers
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She could really bear it no longer,
poor Queen-her life was too hard.
And so sometimes, when she was over
powered with grief and ennui, she used
to get leave from the king to pay q
visit to the Queen Of Moravia, who had
taken refuge in France. She would
fly AVA and escape, as from q prison
alone, for it was contrary to the tradi-
| tions that the hair-apparent should
travel without his father-to weep out
all her griefs on her gray-haired moth
er's neck.
This time she had left without asking
permission, suddenly, only staying to
leave a rapid kiss on the sleeping
Wladislas's forehead, for she was mad
with disgust and shame.
The debauchery of the king became
more notorious daily. He had wives
and families now in every town III
Bohemia, in every M of his hunting
boxes. He was a laughing-stock every
where, and in the streets of Prague
they sang satirical verses, asking what
was to become of all this illegitimate
race, and whether Ottokar, like Angus
tus the Strong before him, would enroll
his bastards In squadron of guards of
honor. To provide for the wants of
his numerous progeny, the king turned
everything into money, and drained and
indebted the State. The trade In
decorations was especially scandalous.
There was a tailor at Vienna who was
quoted as having made his fortune. by
selling To amateurs of foreign orders, a
certain dress-coat of 500 forms, with
the ribbon of the most illustrous order
of Bohemia, a military order that dated
back to the Thirty Years War, In its
buttonhole.
What is wrongly The train has
begun TO go more slowly; it has
stopped. What is the meaning of
this stoppage in the open coun-
try in the middle of the night? The
General and the Baroness have awak-
ened very anxious; the lord-in-waiting
has let down the glass and is leaning
out into the darkness, and suddenly the
guard who is running along in the
snow beside the carriage, stops and
raises his lantern. lighting up the brist-
ling white mustaches and fur cap OF the
General.
What is the matter? Why are we
stopping?" asks old Horschowitz.
ssThe matter is that we shall have to
stop here for an hour al least. The
Parisians will have to do without their
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