Arizona republican., 1899-01-20

you over the money while 1 am away.
 ''AvTay? yOu'ro going, then"
 ':To Europe. hope to earn and save some money there, brt nevertheless, three thousand will amply cover my wants, living as I mean to Hve.'
 ''Oh, but LOrZ-"
 ''Novr don't be absurd. I've told you before about my dear old friend Erie Tha:5scr's intimacy with the king of Saltravia.'
 "Yes."
 ''Wen, Eric, I find, is the one of all my friends who has proved himself
 neither lulzcvarn nor totally uncOn- cerned over ny Tli5fcrtrlnes. Long ago he wauted me, you remember, to accept an office under his majesty, King Clari- monc."
 ''Oh, it all comes back to me. You were to act as chief adviser in the col lection of great picture gallery. And l said: Go, do go, and jast see what a king and a court are like, even if you only stay two or three weeks How it all cc1ncs back to me now, LCnz! And you made fun of me then, for q silly American snob. But you can't do so now
 'Oh, I dcr't make fun of the salary. It's 10 laughing natter" Here he told her how much it was, and added: ''SO, you see, can afford to kelp you lit tie"
 Help me a little! Lo1z, you're an angel! There was never such a brother. And you're really going?"
 Its all settled. Eric has been the angel. Bat I may coIae back in no time, like one of So Peeps missing sheep! You sec I've never before ven tUred 10 put my faith in princeo. They tell us we must1. |, you know, Kit; they've been telling us so for several centuries. Tn gong to this u4ajescy as a kind of carpet-bagger. you know"
 ''Oh, nonsense. You're going as an American gcntlc-ca-. and the intimate friend Of the lzirg tavorite.'
 "TEe king's tavOrlte! If Eric, ny in Eric. heard anyone call Lir2 that. believe he'd shake the dEst Of Saltravia forever fTc-9 lis feet. There's no trucking to royalty with hin, yoy may bet your life, Kitty"
 "But l Go hope" said the sister, after a little pause wt>sct: appeared to br:1c with congratulations joyt@l tAC;-g.1 silert, that you'll rot be kept from your painting, Long. I mean that you'll have time to go oE with t and be tEe great artist you were eat out fer"
 Gut cut for with a very crooked ra:~ ot shears. I'm afraid No. Kitty, sl-.ce she dleG from my days the cid creative 1I.bitlon has died too. Ard yet there's a queer longing left. Do you recoHect taat portrait of her which began lit- tie vtile after we were e1gagec?"
 ''Ycs. didn't see t, but everybody who diG thought it-"
 ''Wondcrf:Il. of course, that is. they thought II policy to tell me 50. Well, I mean to take it with zce. that portrait, lrd work on it iE Saitravia c:-s~;ng cis-re moments. I've aa idea Of send ng it to her as a wedding present # I ,aa ever make it really fire. She.I >-ar1'y beyond Q dc;-btt. r'!:las American push of her mothers w:li saccced; wy aot? Kathlccn's beauty VII ~csis- even he horrible reputation of a to~t1-c- hunter which Mrs. KeE11aird Is SC ir3- 4,istrioas in lifting to monumental heights"
 You love her inst as much as ever, font you, Lonz?" said lis sister, with eyes.
 He threw both hands impctuously into he air, and then let them fall at his tides with the gravest gesture Of de- cction.
 T love the memory of my lost faith in ler!'
 Kitty sighed. It seemed to her such l shame that this brother, in whose .orce and worth her superior kaowl- sdge Of ki1n had always taught her to believe, should ret be able more speed ly to divest Lis heart of passion which cOuld rot but swell the tide Ct lisastcr overwhelming !!-.i-n. For to poor, weak, money -vvCrs!.ip;1g Kitty he had .CIae out Of trial with s..ch a splendid race and strength. Yesterday a syba- Ste with his valets and his scented ,aths, his princely wardrobe and his .ainty despotis1Cs as a vi~tuosO, lis ffcEEirate caprices and lis pranks that .ow trcnched on stiffness. now might lave wr=ng s11iics (ycu would think ron Q bronze Dante, he was to-day not lcraly fall of serious reflections and inns but mentally sincwcd by the will O work and the philosophy that fOUts collapse.
 If she saw how brave he ;s.'' unused ! frs. Van Santvoord. she would feel a cng of astonishment, not to speak of i harnc."
 But she had already felt her bangs, 2d Kathleen, and vrithcd under tke | -dden scourge of conscience wic!Ged | uring those intervals when resentment ell to mapping. News Of his quiet ortitude had reached her, and Of the tanch homer with which he had treated | cbts that another might eXc;sa5ly | ave shirl1cd. For a good while she | ad hoped that he would write her the 1rt,of letter which might at once de | roy and reconstruct But no such | ,ttcr came, and constantly 1t occurred | ) her that the sole cause Of its not 1ming was her own frigid farewell. he terms of that farewell were stern 5 though written in the blood of a wing passion. He must have felt this; nd yet on his own side had he not lued forth harshness by intolerable