Arizona republican., 1899-01-28
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BY EDGAR FAWCETT.
(ContInued From Yesterday.)

Somewhere behind one of those ra- diant windows the princess of Brindisi set. and near her was Blanca d'Este. It was quite probable that the king knew he rislled maternal observation during his present saunter with the young American lady whom he had sought to know Since the arrival of his mother he had not presumed thus publicly to associate himself with any new foreign acquaintance If Kathleen had been a man her disrelish might have had it's limits. At present there in her palatial arnbuscade, with her cherished Blanca to share the humiliation. whether real or tancied, this disrelish became a boradlcss disgust. <
 Tt pleases me greatly, mademoi- selle." the king was meanwhile saying, in his flexible and almost native French, that you should so care for Saltravia after so brief a stay here.''
 "How can one help caring for it?'' returned Kathleen, as they paused on one of the velvet-Swarded terraces. Looking sideways across her shoulder | she perceived that the same group which had accompanied the king before they met were following him now, at distance respectful and discreet. She perceived, too, that her mother and l Mrs Madison were also not far behind them. This was possibly what her com Danion wished. It struck her that he was 2 gentleman, this concly and fas cinating monarch, who wished many things most dccisivcly, and who had the art of making his desires operative with the same cool ease that belongs to the touching of an electric bell and the summoning of a needed lacquey.
 ''The weather here" she continued Sis always So enchanting" And then she looked into Clarimonds face with one of those smiles that his dislike of commonplace women had even thus | quickly caused him to feel was the har- bingcr of something at least quiekened | by piquancy. ''I am already sure, Inon- sicur,' she added, that Za 0ii1e ct Es 6eau temps are subjects which you control at pleasure You keep the first arliably cxiled and you allow the last, like one of your ancestors ourt-jesters, to do all the genial things that it pleases.''
 Clarimond laughed: No, madenoi- selle,'' he replied, ''you overrate my powers of dominion. I'm moro sensible | than that far-av7Gy English king who commended the sea to obey him, or that Persian ono who whipped it with rods"
 For the first time Kathleen looked | full into his face. Let it be forgiven | her vhCn recorded that the curious l complcEzity which we cell a wOman'5 heart throbbcd strangely. No woman was ever really the lover of two men at the same time; but many q woman has believed that she could have loved (and passionately and truly loved) some man whom she has known while still loving the object of her first allegiance. Per haps it was this way with Kathleen; perhaps the fact of Clari1nond's great rank wrought with her more than she would have wished to tell. Women are shaped from self-contradictions, not be- cause they are in the main weaker than men Git will some day be scientifically disclosed, no doubt, that they are strong where men arc weak and weak where men are strong), but because millions of years have lapsed in which they have served as slaves to the al- legged lords of creation. Yet is this, after all, true philosophlc view of things, and is not q stern wrong done to Kathleen, when we assert of her that she felt one whit more disarrayed than like environment would have rendered
  sovereignty being feminine, not mascu- line? Few men, if history does not err, have resisted the Embellishments of queens. And Clarimond, if he dealt in no blandishnents, bore himself at all times with that magnetic demeanOr which would have made his greatness quite secondary in the eyes of not a few women on whom he might have chosen benignly to beam.
 Lightly he now pursued, with his gaze fixed upon Kathleen's face in way that somehow belied the 1evity of his words: "Oh yes, the weather here Is my only rebel and my only traitor. I've an idea about it; I've decided that it is only endurable when we don't think of discussing it. Am I not right. and do we. not respect it most when, like Caesars wife, it is above suspicion?''
 Laughing, enjoying tha pleasantly Kathleen thregN back her head. Now forithe .i:,st tiz5eehGd she a moment of real. vivid social distraction.
 q resent this rebellion, monsieur" she said, lon the part of your Saltr2vian weather. Still, as yet, Eve no personal | grudge against it. When q rainy day 1 comes shall ask you to give me some I preliminary eaict, that may read it to the irst4gent elements, signed with your royal seal"
 Have you as much faith in my power as that. :aadeIaoisclle?" he asked, draw ing closer to her. ''I assure you I am q very small sort of king"
 You're the first that I've ever met she answered, gathering boldness- If | they are all like you, monsieur, l | shouldn't be afraid to meet any of | thc1n-not ever the tsar of Russia" 1
 Russian" he said, his sunny face .clouding a little. 'Do you care for that | .country?''
 q. q. Its romantic to us who do not | know it. It's so far away, monsieur, and SO"
 a ''Barbarous,' he replied, little harsh