St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-07-03
New York World.

nave Otl61 SeTp6u GlS
sSgA noyelist's turn.
"A II S "Come with me tt
ZEA4W my hotel" said the
WSl@ U beautiful Rus siar
X1ST eclcN princess. imperlous
tNASy-r<sa, =. ly, and the youth en-.
ss ICVI@ tered the carriage
GttsSS@e G.s and was driven-h;
neither knew nor cared whittier, fol
the golden hair. and brown eyes, and
sweet, red mouth of the princess had
bewitched him, as in the fairy tales OF
his childhood
Few words were spoken as they drove
The danger had been great, and the
woman's nerves were yet slightly
tremuloust, although she had not for q
moment showed fear. But though she
said little. she studied the face before
her with much interest as one may give
| to the man who saves ones life.
The man? Nay, Percy Hilton was
hardly that. The princess saw hand
| some boy of nineteen, with long-laShed
violet eyes, and just a narrow line OF
golden mustache above the curved lip.
| Soft rings of light brown hair chung to
| perfectly shaped head. He recalled
| the AntinouS to the woman who watched
| him from time to time. Even the mel
tilISIOly Va IlIC olOllCo 1uCO hdS SuS
| geSted in the living.
The hotel reached, the princess mo-
| toned Hilton to a small room, that
seemed like the nest of some tropical
bird in its soft luXuriance. "Wait for
me there" she said, and he waited as
one may wait in OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
of time and space.
WHO are you?' the princess asked,
In tone that was almost careSS.
IAN Englishman, studying art, prin-
cess" he answered, sinking to seat on
the fOotstool beside her.
You saved my life; how shall | en-
rich yours? Tell me what [ can do for
you?"
For, strangely enough, this woman,
who owned mines and yearly spent and
gave away fortunes, although unerring
instinct told her the boy before her was
poor and struggling, felt the impossible
lty of Offering him money.
"1e S, princess, L saved your life, per-
maps, and the memory of that will enrich
mine always. You can give me nothing
better"
Boy, when did you learn courtier's
speech" she asked, in an air of virtuOus
innocence, smiling. but | leave Paris
tonight, and may never see you again.
L wish you to have something more
tangible than memory something
that may say TO you, as often as you see
1t, that you were once god; you gave
llfe!-something that may keep the
face OF the woman you saved in your re-
membrance. Lack about the room and
choose
Percy Hilton turned his eyes from
the face that bent above him. A small
table stood near, and over its side hung
lew beads of a rosary. He touched it.
"Y0u have prayed-with this? Then
may have it 2" he said.
He was of Protestant training, but
the artistic temperament was stronger,
and the picture that rose in mis- mind
OF this lovely woman, devoutly muir
mullng her prayers as her white fingers
caressed the odorous beads, appealed to
all the mysticism that underlleS every
truly artistic temperament.
A soft smile crept into the eyes of the
princess. She, too, was an artist, and
appreciated the delicate sentiment that
prompted the choice. She had become
strangely interested in this boy with
unworldly violet eyes, who was evil
ciety, yet uttered graceful speeches as
If his lips were trained to them.
She lifted the rosary and touched it
with her lips.
ut is yours" she said. "Rememcer
always that every prayer it symbolizes
is prayer for your happiness"
And then she asked him of his life,
his hopes, and his ideas, and ne found
himself telling her the story of his IN
most soul as he had revealed it to no
other; while she listened with an inter
est unfeigned ana deep to the frank,
ardent words of the boy:
"You must go now. The Austrian
minister is coming this afternoon, and
| must be at liberty: L am sorry that
this is our last meeting. FarewellW
She would have risen, but the STU
dent remained seated upon the foot
stool at her feet, and did not release the
hands she mad suffered him to hold
throughout the interview. He looked
into her eyes with all expression So
full OF unconscious appeal and adora-
ton that, yielding to en- impulse she did
not stop to analyZe, the princess leaned
| forward and touched his lips wit hers.
rs that what you would ask?' she
whispered.
ISSn instant his arms encircled her
he 1few his face again to his. Once
| more their lips met, and the princess
| could feel the tremor of his as they sank
| into the red SOfIness of her own. For a
llOlllCllI ollC ylCluCQ WllIlOuI OilOuRuJ vi
resistance. then withdrew from his
| grasp.
Suddenly, looking into her eyes, he
! asked, in a tone that was hardly more
| than breath, as he again took her
| hands:
what sweet poison is on your lips,
| princess? You tell me to leave you.
Give me back my soul before l go!'
The princess was about to utter in
dignant words, but at the sight of the
white, troubled face, the frank young
| eyes Swallowed by pain, she felt pang
| of self-reproach. She laid her hand on
| his head with gentle touch, and said
softly:
"You have been dreaming. Awaken
| A sad little smile fitted over the face
of the princess as she responded:
| at is a reversal OF the old fairy tale
OF the sleeping princess that you tell
me-"
YES" said Percy Hilton, but nc
smile accompanied his words. The
| princess has awakened the man." Then,
rising suddenly. he looked down upon
| her from the height of his tall, young
| form, and asked slowly, softly: "What
| are you going to do with meH"
Tall as she was-for Tennyson's line
| ga daughter of the gods, divinely tall
and most divlnely fairp' might have
been written of her-Percy Hilton tow
| cred above her head and shoulders as
they stood side by side. He put his arms
around her. and. with his lips on heI
| fair hair, breathed:
what are you going to do with me,
my princeSs?"
| And she knew that the title was not
any acknowledgment of her rank. She