Passaic City record., 1893-01-21

! | father is the millionaire NeopolitaI
banker Ghirolandi. There is to be SOM
grand stra- la tomorrow afternoon
their house--s musicale, followed by
dance. Shall present you2"
ssCould you2"
| ssNothing easier. Our families art
very intimate. Ghirolandi's friends arr
our friends"
| ssThen shall be delighted-too de
llighted-to accept. But what's the use
since love without hopea"
"Who knows9 Princess Olga is rathe
eccentric. She is, perhaps, capable o
taking fancy to you."
sThanks-much obliged"
ssDon't be vexed. Will you go with
mes"
"Yes, / will 60"
Olga and her maternal grandfather,
the Immensely rich Orlando Ghirolandi,
lived at Paris in fine house on Rue dc
la Boetie. They moved in the most
select circles and entertained with mag
nifcence.
| People sometimes wondered why the
princess did not marry. Everyone
agreed that she was virtuous, charitable
and devout, after the manner of Rus
slams, who still keep certain depth oi
mysticism in spite of the friction OF nine.
teenth century cynicism.
But the young lady was odd to the
very limits of eccentricity, even, some
people said, to the limits of rudeness.
She was a good musician and played
we'll on the violin. But, after executing
some classical concerto so as to excite
the admiration of connoisseurs, she
would dash off into an absurd refrain
of popular melody and would seem de-
lighted with the annoyance of her au-
dience. When she went out walking
with her grandfather, or her prim Eng
lish companion, she never failed to stop
the little street musicians and ask them
torrent of outlandish questions in an
outlandish Italian patois she had learned
dear knows where. One of her most
unaccountable eccentricities was that she
persisted in appearing everywhere, even
in ball dress, with an embroidered
handkerchief bearing initials not her
own, and stained with spot of ink that
was beginning to turn yellow. One or
two of her most intimate friends had
ventured to ask her why che carried
such strange object, and she had an
swered very gravely: "Hush! it has o
history!'
She treated all remonstrances with in
difference, even those of her grand
father, who spoiled her. Pretty and
rich, the singular little princess might
easily have made good match; but she
declared that there was only one man
In the world she would marry, and that
it was extremely unlikely he would ever
ask her hand.
Affairs were thus, when / received
Signor Ghirolandi's permission to pre-
sent my friend George Breval. George
was already very much in love. Olga
received him prettily and granted him
the waltz he begged. But although he
was said to be the most graceful man in
Paris, he behaved like an awkward
schoolboy, and was so afraid of saying
ANYTHING foolish that he scarcely opened
his mouth.
ssMademoiselle, he remarked at last,
ssthe more look at you the more certain
I feel that I have seen you somewhere
that we have meet BEFORE"
"You are right" she answered seri-
ously; we have meet before, and if we
ever grow we'll enough acquainted I may
tell you where"
aWon't you tell me now"
sNo; not yet"
ssIs this the mysterious handkerchief
that is supposed to be your feticha" he
queried. 'sMay look at it2 It reminds
me of one lost under peculiar circum-
stances"
She drew it gently away, turning it so
that the initials could not be seen.
ssSome other time," she said, 81 may
tell you all about it,"
George had to wait her good pleasure; !;
but his curiosity was piqued, and he
thought of little beside the charming
princess.
One day, some weeks after, he re-
peated his questions and pressed for a
reply. s'Tell me-" he said, "where
have we met before2"
Olga seemed strangely embarrassed.
She colored deeply, looked down and
twisted corner of her hideous banker
chief. Then, raising her clear. candid
eyes to his she answered: sit was in
your room, don't you remembera Take
this, and then you will know" She held
out the handkerchief. "Don't you re-
cognize it2" She added: "Tnose arr
your own initials"
ssIt is mine! my handkerchief Their
that little beggar-was it, could j
be-f"
SIT was l."
"You are jokinga"
sNot at all. My history is extraordi
Dary, perhaps, but not impossible. n,
father, Prince Dragomirof, left Russi'
under the Cars displeasure. He wen
to Naples and married the daughter O
the banker Ghlrolandi. After l wa
born, my parents purchased villa ii
Sicily, and when / was eight years old
was stolen by brigsnds, of whom ther
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