The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1896-12-08

eiver-tho porpooual chootnut woooe-ovs
erything blatant, positive, oolorless With
a blaze Of raging hest-and you painting
it."
"Ah. so you know the prinoesss"
"Know herr Doesn't every poor woman
bless her name and every child smile az
the sound Of its II she not their good an.
gelp How could not know herr
1T is very easy to do tho good angel
when one Is RICH"
"Madamp
"Why, yes, when there is no need Of any
self denial"
"I think 1t horrible of you to speak 50
Of your benefactor.
"Why benefactorP Money Is exchanged
for service, you know-service money. We
are apt In this world to always consider
the benefit bestowed by the employer.
Sometimes 1t is all the other way"
"It may be sometimes, madam" said
In a great rage. SIN this case know 1t Is
not" And / rose to go, only that some
thing In her shabby~clothes and sad face
made me hesitate.
"why don't you follow herr" she said
irreleyantly
turned and looked at the blue water al
our feet 81 can't" said. ~ have nc
money
"Would you go If you had itf''
eyes, would go"
"If you had only little?"
81 would go II 'twere only enough ia
follow where she had hccn and dream my
footsteps were treading where hers had
fallen.
"What II give 1t your"
"You give 1t me?"
II will give 1t you."
"You are mocking me, madam"
"Indeed / will give it you."
A sudden madness surged through my
being
81 will pay you back Iswear will pay
you back
eyes, you shall pay me back"
There followed a long silence. Thought
had been dreaming, for 1t did not seem
1t could be true, when she said suddenly,
"After all, don't think I'll let you have
the money" Then turned away In sick
anger. "How hateful-how extraordinari.
ly hateful you are, said !. 81 believe you
are a WITCH"
"Come; that's not polite"
walked away and sat down on great
stone. Yes, surely she was a witch. There
she remained, peeping at me every now
and then as she sketched. She was 100 at
least, and her horrid hand was like piece
of parchment II hadn't been a man, ]
should have strangled her. For once
wished were q woman. She had filled
my cup up with hope that the bitter might
taste the more bitter.
"You silly, passionate boy" she said at
last, "come here"
took no notice
"Come here" she repeated, suddenly
L. A. r.
was 90 old, and the stones were not safe
walking among She leaned heavily on my
arm as we went over the rough way In ST.
lence to the steps that led up from the
river bod to the road. The Princess Cesari.
mis- carriage was waiting. How my heart
beatl Her carriage All, why had she gonei
"Get in," said my companion after she
had seated herself.
DIP
SECT in."
I got In. We drove through the village
Neither Of us spoke felt her eyes were
fixed on me. All the folk we met uncover
ed, and the children ran to the doors of
the cottages. "How she Is lovedv' said
suddenly.
"Whof'
"The princess, of course Don't you no.
tice how the people recognize her equipage
and bow even to-
TO me, you mean, you funny creature.
You are amazingly impertinent She
smiled very sweetly, but sadly, too, and
turned her eyes away as II her thoughts
had strayed on to weightier matters I
lost sight Of the shabby little woman, the
old gray clothes and wizened face, and I
saw great lady, with a great heart-a
soul that commands bending Of the knee
from all her kind. Then knew-it sud-
denly flashed upon me, SO that felt cold
and trembled with shame-I was driving
with the Princess Cesarini. I must have
turned pale for she said:
"She is princess really, my dear boy. {"
lit is not that" said /.
IA real princess" she continued, "only
she is very poor-like you-and she has no
title. She brings the sunshine into an old
woman's life, and in return the old wom-
an gives her pretty Clothes little gold
and a home See, the country will be beau
tiful again soon, for she Is coming back
tomorrow. You shall meet her,
'Princessr' said /. But I could not
speak; something swelled up in my throat.
Frances Forbes Robinson In Westmin-
ster Budget.