The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-04-24

looking to be called handsome by an
enthusiastic friend. When the Princess
Barnabas looked at him, his eyes, which
were bright, clever eyes, were fixed on
her with look of half humorous con-
temptation. The moment, however,
their eyes met he turned his head
slightly, and resumed a conversation
with gray-haired old man with o red
ribbon at his buttonhole whom she knew
to be foreign diplomatist. The young
mans gaze had expressed an interest in
the Princess, but it seemed to be just as
interested in the pale wrinkled face of
his companion. The Princess Barnabas
seemed piqued. WHO IS that young
mani" she asked, half-fretfully, of the
Secretary of State.
(Which young manpn The Secre-
tary of States stolid face gazed vaguely
into the dense crowd of dress coats and
white shoulders, of orders and stars and
diamonds.
"The young man in the window talk
ing to the gray-haired man.
The Secretary put up his eye-glass
and considered the young man in ques-
ton thoughtfully. He was never known
to hurry in his judgments or his replies
in Parliament, and he did not hurry
now. though it was the Princess
Barnabas who was interrogating him,
and not member of the Opposition
Then he answered her, weighing his
words with more than judicial delibera-
ton: He is a young fellow named
Sinclair. He is going out to the East,
or something. Why do you askP"
"His face interests me- replied the
Princess. II should like to know him.
Bring him to me; or stay, give me your
arm, we will 90 to him. =
She rose and dispersed her little knot
of disconsolate courtiers. Taking the
Secretary's arm, she moved slowly
toward the window where Sinclair was
still standing. The Secretary touched
him on the arm. "Mr. S nclaiR, the
Princess Barnabas has expressed a de-
sire to make your acquaintance. Allow
me, Princess, to introduce you to Mr..
Julian Sinclair. F"
"The young man bowed. He seemed
little surprised, but not in the least
embarrassed. The Princess smiled
brightly at him, and her eyes were
brighter than her smile. "Thank
you," she said to the Secretary of State
with pleasant little smile which was
meant to convey, aud which did con-
vey, that she had had enough of him.
He promptly disappeared in the crowd
with resigned good humor, bearing
away with him in his wake the elderly
red-r bboned diplomatist.
Princess Barnabas and Julian Sinclair
were left a'one. She sat down on the
couch in the recess of the window, and
slightly motioned to him with her hand
to take his place by her side. He obeyed
silently. The recess of the window was
deep. For the moment they were al
most entirely isolated from the shifting,
glittering throng that seethed and drift
ed around them. Sinclair kept quite
silent, look ng into the face of the Prin-
cess with an air of half-amused inquiry.
There were a few seconds of silence,
and then the woman spoke, beginning,
womanlike, with question:
Have you forgotten me, Mr.. Sin
clairP"
The young man shook his head grave
ly, "No, l have not forgotten you,
Princess. Her eyes were fixed on his
face, but he returned her look quite
steadily.
''Yet it must be two years since we
met, she replied; land two years is q
long time"
'Yes, two years is very long time, -
he said, half sadly, half scornfully.
He was dec dedly not communicative,
this young man, for even the pleasure
of meeting a friend, unseen for two
years, did not appear to arouse in him
any desire for versation.
There was another little pause.
Neither seemed embarras sed, and vet
the interval was long enough to be en-
barrassing. Then she spoke again.
"Why did you leave st. Petersburg?
Where have you been all this timeP''
He answered the second part of her
question: II have been in Constantine
pie most of the time. l only returned
to London few days ago, and | am
going away Immediately to the East
20ain, to Persia this time"
"For how long?'
There was faint tone of WEAKNESS
in his reply, though he strove to make
his voice purposely steady. "Oh! for
ever, l suppose; or, at least, until / am
an old man, and of no further use.
Then perhaps l may come back on a
pension, and write dreary letters to the
Times about the errors of my sue
cessors." And he laughed to prevent
himself from Ching.
"You have not answered all my ques-
tion," said the Princess. why did you
leave St. Petersburg so suddenly? We
were such very good friends, and as
sure you quite missed YOU"
Sinclair got up and looked down into
her laughing eyes. 81 lett ST. Peters
burg" he said, because l was afraid
to stay"
Her eyes were laughing still, but
there was an unwonted softness in her
voice as she asked him; "Why were you
afraid to stayP Surely you were not q
NihllistP,,'
He began to speak, aud paused; then
with determined effort to keep his
NOtCO uhOtCL OOhelO1s uC ct@Lu. 1C1b 6b.
Petersburg because | was fool. enough
to fall in love with you"
Thank you for the compliment. Was
that so very foolish?"
Not for others, perhaps. For me
folly. and worse than folly-madness.
never thought | should see you again
/ did not dream that we should meet
tonight. But since chance has thrown
us together for the last time, as leave
England in few days for the rest Of
my life, may as well tell you, for the
first and for the last time, that love
YOU"
Her eyes were laughing still; those
wonderful gray-bille Northern eye:
which so many capitals rayed about
but her lips were firmly, almost ste,nIy,
set. Still she said nothing, and he
went on: Il knew it was folly when
| first found that loved you over there
in st. Petersburg. was a poor En-
glish gentleman, aud you were the
Princess Barnabas l might as vel