The Washington weekly post., 1899-12-05


discovered him, as 1t were. he was
pale young man, tall. dark. unin, eresting
uii ne isssfft.ed his eyes. Wilhelm, when in
terrogated, shrugged his shoulders and
said the tutor knew q lot
II is you who know nothing ex-
Claimed his mother. annoyed.
j can shoot" replied Wilhelm. COM
piacently. and I can talk languages.
Papa says that is enough for Prince
stolzenau, mamma"
Your father laughs at you" she re-
piled. and added loyalty: He himself
can do great deal more" She left WI
helm rejecting upon his fathers abilities.
That evening. In the dullnesS OF the dukes
room, she rang the bell fcr a servant
Tell Herr Goertz that J wish to see
him here" she said The duke looked up
IN annoyance from MS newspaper. We
shall not disturb you" said the duchess.
Barley Is up" complacently responded
the duke.
The tutor was startled By the summons.
for he had not yet come in contact with
the mistress Of the house. He hurriedly
arranged his toilet. The man servant
waited with a smile. she won't notice
that" thought the servant
i should like to look over your list OF
work" said the duchess; Il should like
to know what you do"
tie flushed with pleasure. II was the
hrst word Of interest in his labor which
reached him in the desOiation of this
princely household. 'Durchlaucht sind zu
gutig," he said.
Those were words she heard daily; she
was sick Of hearing them With a little
smile Of disdain she bade him tell her
about Wilhelm.
Prince Wilhelm Is backward" the
tutor said boldly. and suddenly she look
ed straight at him with fresh interest in
her face She made him fetch his table
of lessons and went over its details. He
answered as best he could. eager about
the task he had set himself, little daz-
zled by her white neck, her white dress.
her jewels, the perfume floating around
her, the unaccustomed title of her prince
ly rank
IF Frau HerzOgin will permit me-" he
said. pointing. Il have a second hour
here, on Thursdays, for photography"
What is oTthography2' asked Duke
Ernest, suddenly looking out behind his
paper, irritation in his voice
Spelling" interposed the duchess qui-
etly; ner husband laughed.
What long word for a simple thingr'
he cried. That's just like all your teach
ing. Why. I've spelt all my life, and
never known it was photography"
Thank you, mein herr" said the duch-
ess, gravely returning the card; Il hope
that my son will reward YOUR endeavors." 4"
The teacher bowed and withdrew
Secrecy had the door closed upon him
when the uach6ss cried
You see, he says the boy is backward"
"Of course he says so. Six months
hence he will say that Wilhelm, thanks to
his good teaching, is ahead of all other
boys. When Rudel came he said the
pigs"
Il am going to bedr' said the duchess.
Good nighti' She left him. She was
getting into this habit of going 10 her
room not much after 9. Sometimes she
read a novel; sometimes she yawned her
/ self TO sleep.
1t was on one such weary evening, shiv-
/ cry, dTiZZly, with a beat OF rain and moan
/ of trees, that the duchess, crossing the
/ great hall upstairs to her apartment. nc
| ticed sound of music from the children's
] corridor. She went back a few PAGES,
opened a baiZe door, and listened. Sud
denly her eyes shone bright-she had rec.
| ognized the melody. She passed down the
/ corridor 10 one of the schoolrooms-Wil-
/ helm's-and paused for moment outside
/ Then she slowly pushed open the door
and entered. Herr Goertz was at the
piano. He stopped, in confusion. rising
rapidly 10 his feet
Where did you learn that tune? Where
do you come from? What is ito" STAN
mered the duchess, seeking to control Eer
/ agitation.
&c ~, -. t.
was taught me by a cousin, who is a
ness father. L was only trying some va
| riatiOns.
! 4 know" already she had stiffened.
You surprised me. 1t is ten years at
/ least since l last heard that tune. Do you
/ know any more of the melodies of my
/ hOme?'
Yes, Frau Herzogin.'
| Have the kindness to play me some''
! She gave the order as she might have
4 given il to a servant. He colOred, sat
| down at the piano, and began. She stood
/ listening by the door. There was no other
/ light in the room than that of the piano.
/ forte candles. Presently she sank into a
/ chair, and covered her face with her
| hands.
| He played on for several minutes, pass
| ing from ore folk-song to another, blend
| ing them together in an arrangement of
J his own. When he had finished there was
/ a moment of silence.
you play superbly," she gasped, and
! left the room.
| There was no reading of novels that
night. The Duchess Eleanor whom mo-
| body ever saw weep. lay on her bed in a
| long torrent of tears
/ For two days she took no more notice
/ of the tutor than merely to acknowledge
/ his deferentidl salutes. An Old maiden
aunt of Duke Ernest came to stay at Stol-
zenau-a terrible Princess Valeria, of
! whom everyt ody was afraid This lady
! inquired about the tutor, disapproved of
| his German pronunciation, asked where
| he came from, told him he oughtnt 10.
and finally. in the course of an intoIerable
! evening, sat up from a snooze and de-
manded 10 know whether the Austrian"
| could play.
Il don't know. I'm sure. never ask
| ed replied the duke.
He can play" said the duchess, calmly.
Then send for him and tell him 20, for
! goodness saker' cried the Princess Va
| leria.
But must go on with my work." ex-
! Cldlileu ucI ucpHCA III NlSItSS.
/ Nobody wants YOU, Ernest. Eleanor
and |. We will go TO the music-room with
the tutor. And, herr, have the goodness
TO play me some dance musicm said the
! Princess Naleria.
So the tutor played Viennese waltzes,
and the Duchess Eleanor quivered in her
great Louis XIV bergere. Then unasked
( and therefore unpermitted, he gIided on
| into some OF the Carinthian melodies he
had reproduced so beautifully the other
night
The Princess Valeria raped the table
with her fan. THAT, herr, is not dance
music" she interrupted.
Local dances, your highness." he an.
| sWeTed. looking UP from the keyboard. IL
the full light OF the chandelier the dueh.
ess recognized and delighted in the adora.
bic impotence Of his eyes.
You are from Boedling," said the duch
| ess, az soon as be stopped, my Uncle sig
| ismund's plaee-you were born there"
l. . Il