Arizona republican., 1899-01-31
CHAPTER XI


 The court was already furnished with rich material for busiest gossap; but q few 1aorc 1crroyvs were destined to cast in shade even 50 pregnant topic as Clarirnonds s cCgcnt rcprimand of Prince F1lilibcrt. The king h2d been seen publicly atrolling through his own grounds with kathleen: Ec now as pub licly visited Ter sst the hotel spending hours each day in the pretty sitting room which Mrs. kennaird at once 5c- cured for his own and her daughters comfort, as downstairs they would all most have been nobbcd by gaping for cignc-3 The mental condition of Mrs. Kennairl, at this particular time. was one of hyStcric. narrowly vcrging upon GeHcntia. The hi4C'S open admiration for her child flied her with feeling toward him which might have given her, if she could have looked upon her self just as she now was, and looked from normal eyes, many shivers of shame. Sho lad impulses to fling her self or her knees before Clarinond, and press her lips to his hand, telling him that he was the most Codlilkc being the world had ever seen, and that his good ness in giving heed to Kathleen reused her deathlcs3 maternal gratitude.
 The American s-lob, who is apt to be the most mettlesome and affirmative of all snolo3 yet recorded, had risen ram pant in Kathlecn-3 mother. She could not sleep: she could scarcely eat q nor sel, and then did not know of what food she partook. At first she had ideas of sending to Paris for robe in which to array her child a5 the state bail. Then, afte1, this plan had been vetoed by Kathleen. she grew rcconciled to the idea that tho girl might create more striking effect if clad with the utmost simplicity After all, let her be attired in the plainest of white frocks. What other beautyin all Saltravia could stand so trying test?
 '.Ycs. it fs wiser,'' she said, excitedly, to Kathleen. (Of late she had done and said everything cxcitedly, yet with her effort to appear self-rcpressed hardly better concealed than that of the fugi- tive ost-icl.) My dear, you are quite right. People will look at you more, and in so doing they will see you as you really are. Besides, it's in far nicer taste.''
 ''Oh,' said Kathleen, shrugging her shoulders, 'I should like a handsome gown; what girl i1 tlc circumstances wouldn't? Bat to telegraph l. Worth or Felix, and to send either of thu;n money we could so i'll a4forI,-y7hy, the very thought Of it i9 pure nonsense, mamma, as you must be aware
 ''I vT23n't thinking of the expense" replied Ms. Kcanaird, with q little ir- raprcssible catching of the breath. There are certain things one alarays can afford.''
 Kathleen laughed and shrugged her shoulders. ''You mean, I suppose, that we could go back to Dresden and econ o1ni2e more severely than we've yet done."
 ''Oh, no; I didn't mean that. IT didn't mean that t,e the least," said her mother.
 Kathleen gave no answer, divining what had really been meant. If her mother only knew the actual substance of her late conversations with the king! They had principally talked of her past engagement to AlOnZo Lispenard. She had been very frank; she had told Clarimond everything and had found in him q most gracious and friendly listen CT. He had asked her many questions, to all of which she had replied with thorough candor. As regarded the i'm precision that she had made upon him, she could not doubt that it had been one of strong fascination. This in it. self was nothing new; most men, under q certain age, had shown her but one sort of homage, To have king show it was entirely novel, and not little Moreover such a king as he, filled to his fnger-tips with all the graccs that please women, handsome, courtly, amusing. ir countless ways, the choicest of male companions!