Smyrna times., 1900-07-04
THERIGHTFULKING| !
He Was q Mental Wreck, but He
Gave His Life For Another.

Drlck cOulu spoil Lne beauty OF the aSy-
lum gardens upon an evening in June
The huge house stood on a hillside
in one of the fairest spots that ever
man helped nature to make. Roses
were opening on all sides, and here
and there late daffodil still fingered
to make the red roses jealous with its
simpler beauty.
Among the trumpets of the convolvu-
lus sat the rightful king. He was not
in state robes, nor did he wear any
outward insignia of royalty. Indeed
he wore suit of decent and servicea-
BILE corduroys and soft felt hat, which
he found more comfortable than a
crown. On the bench by his side was
a pile of parchment deeds and legal
looking papers.
The rightful king sat with his hands
hanging loosely and vacant, soulless
stare in his watery old eyes. His low
er lip had dropped, and his whole face
was absolutely destitute of intelli-
gence. For the moment one saw a
mere statue of flesh and no more.
Suddenly footsteps were heard ap-
preaching, and there was a tinkle of
feminine laughter coming through the
flowers. A light began to- flicker back
into the lunatic's face, making it weak
indeed, but not mere brute, as it had
been before. Two young ladies, in
cool summer frocks. accompanied by
a tall young man in tweeds and with
the ribbon of an Oxford college on his
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path, laughing as they came.
The rightful king became violently
agitated. He shook with eagerness,
and a yearning came into his eyes like
the pleading look of an unfondled dog.
Would Miss Bremmil notice himT
That was the great question. His posi-
ton as rightful king was, he well
knew, one which was not well estab-
lished.
Many of the other inmates of the
asylum resented it and wished to at
tract notice for themselves and their
foolish whims by minimizing his i'm
portance.
The visitors came up. This, Lucy"
said Miss Bremmil, the chaplain's
daughter. to her friend. "this. Lucy, is
the rightful king of England"
"If | had my rights, miss" said the
old man, Il should be a-sitting on
Queen Victoria's throne pOw."
Incidentally" said the young man
from Oxford. 'he fills up his time doing
a little gardening. Your majesty is
fond of flowers"
''rhat | be. sir said the rightful
king. touching his hat forgetting his
dignity or perhaps finding the habits
of his former life in the world without
the walls too strong for him.
"When | comes into my own. MISS"
he went on. you shall have all the di-
mons out Of the Tower of London.
shan't want 'emr'
His voice sank little and grew thin.
The momentary animation died away
from the foolish face. He could not
think Of anything more to say. He be-
gan to whistle.
The three young people looked at him
pityingly, and then. with word of
farewell passed on their way.
81 am coming as far as the end of
the gardens. dear" said the chaplain's
daughter to her guest. 1--WE no doubt
Mr.. Fraser will see you over the
fields''
The young man gave her a look of
deep gratitude. Wonderful tact" he
thought to himself.
81 hope you've not been made miser.
able by going over the asylum" said
Miss Bremmil. "Of course, am quite
used to it. and it doesn't affect me as II
must affect Others"
1T is rather depressing" said the
Girton girl. Il dare say you'll think
me unfeeling and horrible, but If per-
sons become hopelessly insane-really
hopelessly, you know-I can't help feel
ing it would be better for them and for
everybody else II they were painlessly
put out of the way"
"You haven't lived among mad peo-
pie, as / have" said the chaplain's
daughter quietly. You'd be surprised
how sensible many of them are and
how good also. don't suppose that
poor old rightful king ever had an un-
kind thought in his life. He's a dear
old thing and is always bringing me
flowers. He's devoted to me-"
Aren't any of the lunatics violent
sometimes?" inquired the young man.
"Oh, none on this side of the build.
ing. They are harmless. Dangerous
cases are kept In a separate wing. You
can just see the roof over the trees
or course I'm never allowed to &c
there"
''How terrible 1t all seemsv' the Cir.
ton girl said as they entered the last
long avenue, which led them to the
hillside beyond
The sun began to make ready to sliI
behind the hill, and it was now what
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