The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-10-28

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wish my crime as an assassin to pos
sess at least the saving grace Of pic
'-Oh, Eric, how good you are, how
good you are!'
Crime" continued Eric, pouring him
seIfanother Rlssso Burgundy, was nev-
er so disreputably Prosaic as now That
reminds me, dear LOnz. shall speak TO
the king tomorrow on this particular
subject. I shall ask him if he win not
kindly punish any new act OF assassina-
ton at which the weapons used have
been OF an inferior and vulgar Sort
with something prettily sixteenth cen
tury in the why of torture previous to
the actual indiction Of death"
q am back with YOU again in Paris, %
smiled AIcnzo, while listening like
are you sure that If ! don't take the
place Of any Saltraviau bride / shall
not stand in the way Of one with diff
ferent nationality. You tell me that
the hotels of yonder by the springs are
often peopled by American residents
ooh yes. They come here in summer,
though they have not yet fully found
out the marvellous duality Of the
springs. You see, before the unexpected
accession OF Clarimond to the throne
Saltravia had been for years in desue-
tude The old king, his llinsman, i'll and
half blind for nearly twenty years, had
u lOathing Of foreigners, and resisted
even the request OF SO august Tn an
thOrity as the emperor himself that the
hotels should be redecorated and made
attractive to n wholly new order Of
guests"
And Clarimond has changed all that
lie opens his arms to Americans. And
You? Don't you open yours to anyone,
feminine American il Particular
Eric answered at first with shrug.
MY dear boy, I've been so horribly
busy. Beside
''Ah, there's besides?''
''Oh, H very commonplace one. ifyou
recall, Istaid on in Paris for q good
while after you left" His voice fell,
and for an instant there were tears in
it. Some day I'll tell you just what
happened. Only, don't ask me until /
offer to tell you, Lonz; and that may be
never" lie suddenly tossed his large,
virile head, and gave his yellow beard a
quick, nervous pull. In another mo-
Enent he was the old radiant triheT, with
not hint Of that hidden sorrow which
It occurred TO his nearer that he might
possibly never learn Frankly, as I've
now made mp my mind, could never
marry an American woman unless she
were a mute"
Eric, what do you meanP''
my dear Lonz, is a hOrror!'
AIonzo laughed. ''Why except the
American MANI"
q don't But one doesn't marry the
American man"
True. One doesn't But I've known
not few American girls whose voices
''Of course You have. So have I. Oh,
yes, those exceptions are vocally en-
chanting But the ordinary girl OF my
own country always reminds me, when
she is charming, of n splendid full blown
thistle. There nre few lOvelier flowers
than the thistle when seen in perfec-
ton. 1t has unique perfume, and a
symmetry that repays the closest OBJ
| servance. But try to pluck it and you
are sure to recoil."
'BEh," replied Alonzo, laughing; 'it's
the same affair with moss-rose-"
Eric frowned with a great gloom.
'Lonz, you have done the most scandal
+ Gus injury. I can pardon the man who
sHaites me on the cheek or who robs me
/ from the person. But for him who
wantonly spells one OF my smiles can
only cherish q I3orgian hatred
Then they both broke into a laugh,
their eyes meeting In amical joyance
under the wax lights that beamcd on
! their fruits and wine. Il won't admit
/ your hatred 10 be quite Borgian.' urged
/ AlOnzO, for ! am sure this velvet Bur
/ gundy hasn't been poisoned"
You poison it with your own sar-
! casms," returned Erie. Then, after a
l slight pause; There Will be q late
moon tonight. Shall we watch it for a
/ minute from the terrace
They were presently standing to-
/ gsther on the stone walk outside, feel
/ ing their temples famed by a breeze
that seemed 70 blow straight from the
rudy moOnrise at which they Razed.
The moon herself moved through a lair
of stagnant ebon cloud, edging it with
/ spectral fire. but her light flooded the
! hollow Of a great gorge in the noun tain
! just below her, and stole from its CO.
verts Of clustered LEAKAGE shapes that
! We're mystic enough Tor the pictured
thoughts of q darlzened soul Alonzo
had some such fancy as this, and had
just lost himself in the easy witchery OF
it, when his friends voice reused him
with faint, impatient cry.
What is ito" he said, starting as if
from real dream.
''Look-the palace, &c replied Erie Its
fairly ablaze with lights"
Alonzo turned and saw that this was
| true, and that throngs of shadowy
shapes We're gathered in the grand court
| yard before the wide-huug iliumined
! doors. Suddenly the craci1ings of whips
I We're heard, and three or fouI. vehicles
rolled into momentaI,y distiuctness, and
then We're swallowed again by the
gloom.
''She has crossed The frontier once
more, after numberless threats unllt4
/ tered Eric. ''TntoIerable woman L
come at such n time as this! But soiflzs
her-so like her. 1t has all been pre-
meditated, just to cause talk and {
give trouble. Harlz. they are cheering
her"
Alonzo listened, and heard a volume OF
sound by no means deafening.
rs il not absura2'' pursued Eric.
ats like an opera boUffe with gr8nG
chorus OF SaItravian citizens, You know
about two dozen strong. And what;
absurdcr still, she's horribly unpopular
here; they quite detest her"
t'Of whom, pray. are you spcal<ing9'
asked Alonzo, with evident interest.
''Of the princess Of Brindisi, mothel
OF the king and the most insolent eut
arrogant woman in Europe"
CHAPTER WI
Il was indeed true that King Clari
unond had abruptly received tidings
I which told him his mother had 7rrei