The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1900-05-11

| hltIy came toward nlm. q carrcSSlnS
smile in her eyes and delicious pout
on her scarlet lips, her white hand ex-
tended.
"Mr. Dalton!'' she cried, "Wretch!
Monster! Where have you been all
the evening? Why have you not
looked for me? am not used to such
cavalier treatment, SIR and she toss
ell her adorable head with mutirouS
air
Dalton summoned all his courage.
He felt that he needed it now, if he
ever did
"Miss Northrup," he said slowly,
did you ever read the story of 'Ruy
Blas?''
She looked at him intcntly. His
| eyes held her cnthralled. She trcm-
bled' flushed and then grew white as
her gown.
He thought she was going to faint
He sprang to her and gently assisted
her to a chair. She sat there cold and
! white as a statue, her head turned away
from HIM.
'Ruy Bias, you remember" he said
in dull voice, ''was palmed off upon
the Queen of Spain as noble. He
was only a lackey."
No answer from the cold, proud fig
ure sitting solidly there.
II cannot fill the role of a Don
Caesar de Bazan," Dalton went on,
his heart pounding like a trip hammer,
81 could not understand last night
what it all meant. But afterward 1
met Mr.. Dyer and insisted upon know
ing the truth. For my unconcious
share in the travesty l humbly beg
you to forgive me-"
"Who are your suddenly and i'm
periously asked the girl
~ am" said Dalton, with an air of
proud humility, "the detective sent
from the headquarters to guard the
guests and presents from possible rob
berry,
Kitty Northrup rose and slowly
walked to the doorway. Grasping
the tapestry in her hand she paused a
moment and looked Dalton full in the
face. Trembling in their lustrous
depths he saw tenderness no other
man had ever seen in Kitty North
rup's eyes.
"But Ruy Bias loved the Queen"
she sighed.
Dalton's heart stood still. Yes he
managed to answer, "Ruy Bias loved
the Queen so we'll that he died for her.
For you know he could not live for
her."
Kitty smiled a little, faint, frosty
smile. "That is true" she said.
"Goodby."
The portiere tinkled. She was gone.
The headquarters man stopped and
picked up a write rose which had
fallen from her breast. He looked at
it sadly, hesitated a moment, then put
it tenderly in his pocket.
And then he drank his Burgundy.
Six months later, when Dalton was
shot in a raid on gambling house,
they found in the pocket over his heart
a withered white rose. 1t was care
fully wrapped in paper, on which Dali
ton had written, "a souvenir of the
Queen of Spain to Ruy Bias"
The little circle of police officers
and detectives hudded around the
dead man looked stupidity at one an
other.
"And who the deuce was Ruy B las?'
asked the Sergeant, turning his fat,
red face anxiously to Duffy, the detec-
tive, who knew it ALL
''I.ot me think" said the onniscient
one, striking his forehead with the
palm of his hand. "Wat. All, | have
it! He was an attachc of the Spanish
Legation at Washington three years
ago"
"That's it them" said the Captain of
the precinct, with becoming solemnity
"That explains it perfectly. But this
is the first time | ever knew that poor
Dalton was in the secret service during
the war Y. HsruM.
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