The Forrest City times., 1899-01-06
A RESURRECTION OF:
ROYALTY.
hCAY, Phil, come into my study a
y minute; / want to have a talk
By Hayward n. Kendall.

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with you
"All right, my lord" was the jocose
reply; Pm always at your disposal
In another minute Phil had turned
down his trousers, lighted a cigarette,
and, leaning back in a big armchair,
was waiting expectantly. l took off
my overcoat, lighted my pipe, and, aft
er a preliminary cough, began:
"Say, Phil-pardon my colossal nerve
but are you very fond of Alice Clark ?''
For a moment there was pause.
The very incandescent light seemed to
flicker in amaZement; mouse scam
pered across the floor abashed, and |
blushed inwardly at my own boldness.
Phil looked amazed for moment,
knocked the ashes from his cigarette
and smiled very bland smile.
as this joker"
"Im in dead earnest"
"Well, to be truthful, think that
Alice Clark is a queen, but that's about
as far as il goes with me. We are old
friends. and good friends. You under
stand?"
heaved little sigh of relief, took a
long inhalation of the subtle smoke and
said, very laconically: I'm glad of it,"
"Why?' Phil asked.
well, n'importe; just follow me-"
replied, with a relieved and knowing
/ smile.
One August, when / was ten years
| old, my old bachelor Uncle Bob, a
great sufferer from hay fever, went up
| 10 Macl1inac island, that haven for hay
| feyerites, and incidentally took me
with him for a travelling companion.
| Well, Phil, | was a star. Poor Uncle
Bob was relieved of his hay fever, but
almost contracted paresis worrying
over me. In the first place, il was devil
ish rough on Lake Huron, and Uncle
Bob, besides being afflicted with mai
de mer in its most hideous form.
caught me smoking a sly cigarette.
Really, thought that he was going TO
nave the blind staggers or something
equally as horrible. After that l used
more discretion and fewer cigarettes
Two days after leaving home we
steamed up 10 the dock at Mackinac.
after giving his wings a preliminary
nap or two, grabbed me by the hand
and toted me ashore into that unholy
mass of noisy porters, scottish Indians,
drunken cabmen and flippant hotel
mattresses that surrounded the gang
plank. Uncle Bob picked out a re-
spectacle looking cabby, who drove us
IN his ancient cnrrfona Tho Erap 4
no'ei' grand only in proportions and
name. Here We engaged two rooms,
great sepulchral chambers, as gloomy
ana hldeously bare as a receiving vault
IN potters' field. The atmosphere
perVading the entire hotel was as
gloomy as our rooms, for a cold north
eastwind was blowing hard, enveloping
everything in dull, damp mist. was
miserable. All day long | strolled
around those big verandas, almost get
ing into a fight with Reginald Snyder.
'ne son OF Detroit brewer; smoked a
ny cigarette and was terribly home
sck' until l cried myself to sleep at
night.
- l was standing one morning with
ehc4e Bob on the hotel veranda, Just in
Hoht of the main entrance. as q very
overlooking carriage drove up, and a
handsome woman, accompanied by her
I,ue eight-year-old daughter and a
ilehch maid, alighted and came up the
''eps toward us. I was rather blase
youth but I'll bet my eyes popped out
~ 'he sight of that little girl. She was
perfect little princess; not one of the
graphic kind, but roguish-looking,
u,onae-haired little beauty, and her
iiha was perfect queen. Before I
,u,u collect my senses this little party
beauty had passed into the hotel.
ncie bob was visibly affected, but l
"as absolutely swept off ray feet.
after that I began to get pensive.
.s'ead OF reading Nick Carter read
anuerson's Fairy Tales and imagined
s,i f saving my little princess from
sorts of ruffians. giants aud wild
l moped about the hotel pray
heaven earnestly for chance 10
~'s aes from some terrible calamity