Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1900-01-02
The Stolen Prince
BY Henriette Beauchamps.
A Story of y Conspirator Who Over
reached Himself,

X Tedcneu k1lm16l1s *
A bright red velvet carpet was unrolled
and spread upon the platform at the rail
way station and so arranged as to fetter
the attention Of the moving crowd.
TIT boots Of the inspectors were polish
ed to almost an unnatural degree of
brightness, while the faces of the little
la%mplighters were, taking them altogeth-
er, what one might call clean.
In other words, Charing Cross outdid
itself today.
whats up?" asked one railway EN-
ployee of another.
Royalty" he answered ~shortly-"roy-
atty going on the continent. I wish l
could go somewhere" he muttered dis
couragedly.
The first speaker whistled a patriotic
air and looked critically as he shrugged
his shoulders.
II will only hope" said he, that the
same thing doesn't occur as that which
happened to a young prince who came
over to England recently. Did you hear
about it?"
II never hear anything" answered the
other employee ill humoredly. II have
more to do than to listen to such gossip"
But l will tell you now if you will
hear me-" replied the other, not at all dis
heartened by his friends brusqueness.
30, drawing closer to his companion, he
related the following story:
One day a carriage stopped in front of
the station in good season for the sched-
uled train. This was Immediately follow
ed by another in which was a representa-
tive Of the embassy.
The young prince who was expected on
the accommodation train from Dover
wanted to visit London in the strictest
incognito, and it was his most earnest
wish that his arrival be without ceremo-
ny and ostentation.
Directly under the large clock Sc well
known in Charing Cross station stood
two men in earnest conversation.
"You may well call me an old ASA if
this thing falls through, jim. Why, old
Bob Creamo says it is as sure as if he
had already had 100000 in his pocket"
said the taller one, looking intently at a
carriage being driven up to the platform.
An aged, clean shaven coachman,
whose coat was somewhat too large for
him, was seated on the box. In the vehi-
Gle was an elegantly dressed young man
with a distinguished looking mustache.
"That's he! See him on the box! That's
Bob Creamo! Go and say to him that the
prince will undoubtedly be in the first
coach on the train, will tell the people
to make way"
What do we get, old fellow, if this
thing isn't a 60" remarked the more
p~essimistic Jim t%houghtfully.
Don't you know, Norris? Have you
never taken part in a deal like this? I
hardly think anything serious will hap
him."
$50 they say" muttered Jim Norris
doubtfully.
"What they will have is 100000" re-
piled his chum gloatingly. $50 over,
Jim, and look at the time table and see
how long before the train is due"
Norris did as he was bid and returned
and reported that it would be in the sta
ton in five minutes.
"Good," said his companion. II will
keep my eye on Bob Creamo. You can
give your attention to the lads own car
rage"
If he will only keep away from the
waiting room, our game is won" And,
chuckling to himself, he continued: "We
will follow him in a hanson. That's our
plan, isn't it, Jim"
'Thats right, old man."
As both men strolled forward to fulfill
the duties they had undertaken the car
riage from the embassy was driven to the
end Of the platform.
The train steamed over the bridge and
came slowly into the station. From ev-
cry coach streamed the passengers. The
baggage masters rushed with trunks, va
Uses, hatboxes and steamer rugs, hur-
riedly placing them with their owners in
hanson cabs and four wheelers.
The well dressed young man with the
fierce looking mustache whom Bob
Creamo had driven to the station was
watching intently the arrivals. Suddenly,
hat in hand, he approached and address,
ed an aristocratic, youthful looking gen.
tleman who had just alighted from one Of
the foremost coaches and who appeared
helpless and confused with the hurly bur-
~ of Charing Cross:
"Ihis way, your highness, If you
please"
Both men walked to the end of the
platform and entered the carriage. The
door was closed, and Bob Creamo drove
quickly out of Charing Cross station.
The two men who had spoken so ear
nestly with one another under the great
clock sprang quickly into a hanson and
followed the carriage with an expression
Of great satisfaction on their faces.
"I'm quite sure I saw no prince leave
the train," said the station master a few
moments later to the attache who came
In the carriage from the embassy.
"Perhaps he has gone over alone to the
hotel" he continued, casting his eye
around the place.
The attache, greatly disturbed, declared
this was not possible, as the prince had
telegraphed from Dover to meet him.
"His trunks are in the baggage ROOM"
said one of the inspectors, ''but where is
ae%
HE certainly could not fly away" an
swered the baggage master. with a wise
air.
"The best thing to do" he said, turn
Ing to the attache, lis to inquire at the
hotel and, il he's not there, come back at
once"
The attache, now greatly excited and
angry, as he realized the disappearance