Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1892-07-01
THE WATERBURY, EVENING DEMOCRAT FRIDAY JULY l. /

nan- because III Jared so on her new,
pleasured mood.
"My dear Kathleen" her mother be-
gan.
But it was too late. Eric, slipping
away from two or three ladies with
whom he had been at odds in some gay
argument, darted forward, but he also
| found that it was too late.
'Lonz," he said, catching his friend
by the arm.
But Alonzo, who had arrived from
| Munich day or two earlier than he
| had himself expected to come, pressed
| forward, seeing the king and never
| dreaming of whom else he was destined
| to see. He had secured two or three
really superb pictures in the Bavarian
| capital, and was anxious to tell Clari-
mond Of this trouuGiIles. AS he reached
the kings presence, however, he alb
ruptly perceived the truth and recoiled,
| growing pale.
Clarimond noticed nothing, however.
Kathleen thoroughly controlled herself,
as did her mother. In a way they were
both prepared for the meeting.
| "My friend!'' said the king, extending
| to Alonzo his hand. "You have re-
turned sooner than expected" Then
there was a pause, after which Clari-
mond, with all his accustomed gracious
ness, continued:
LET me present you, Lispenard, to
these ladies, who are, I believe, your
countrywomen-"
And at that point Alonzo quite lost
| his head. 1t seemed to himself after
ward, that while hurrying away he
must have fallen there on the terrace
before the palace, if Eric's arm had not
strongly thrust itself within his own,
and perhaps, too if Eric's voice had not
harshly burst upon his singing brain.
FLonz! Lonzr' this voice called to
him. You're disgracing yourself be-
fore the king
81 can't help it. Let me get away"
"Lonz!-Oh, very well, we're both get
ting away, it strikes me, as fast as we're
able-look here, now, Lonz, if I'd
known you were coming"
Eyes, Eric; understand. Come right
on. When we're at home we can talk it
over
At home they did talk it over. When
Alonzo had heard everything, and when
his mood was thoroughly calmer, he
| said, with kind of logged dizziness, to
Eric:
81 suppose it's all up with me. I
might as well send in my resignation at
once.'
Nonsense" replied Eric.
''What 1 did, you know, was great
breach of etiquette"
''The king isn't slave to etiquette"
''Still, I rushed off at scandalous
haste. What aoould you do? Write him
a letter and confess everything?" .
YES Eric said, after reflective
pause. That's precisely what would
do, my dear friend. And If you want
him to sympathize with you, be as I'M
truthful as you can manage"
what do you mean, Eric?"
Don't let the full facts transpire.
Don't tell Clarimond how badly you be-
haved to that poor girl"
''Ah, you will have it that behaved
badly!' said Alonzo, as he quilted the
1t was now almost dark, and dinner
would be served at eight. Alonzo
lighted the studio and then seated him
self at his writing desk. The words
were slow in coming; he felt the exces-
sive awkwardness Of this placating
epistle, and yet did he not owe it to
Clarimond, his master, his benefactor,
his protector? Would not silence in
, him be churlish at such a time as thisf
Suddenly certain thought crossed
his mind, and he rose, flinging his pen
aside. In one corner of the room stood
his easel, draped. He drew back its
covering and looked at the canvas thus
revealed. 1t was the picture of Kath.
, leen.