Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1901-05-24
. Sentimental
Journey @
And Us Results.
BY oILBERT DAYLE


1t was about 4 o'clock one afternoon
In February. and Hippesley was sitting
on the veranda Of the cafe de Paris at
Monte Carlo. He sat deep In thought,
his cars mechanically listening to the
strains Of the little Hungarian band a
few yards away from him. He was
thinking Of the reason that had brought
him to the place. lie had been abroad
for IL years, yet within n month OF his
return ho had left again and hurried
TO spend n few days on the Riviera be-
fore taking steamer at Marseilles.
1t was absurd. he knew It. but the
longing to see her face again was lrfes
sistible. He would not seek nm oppor-
tanity Of speaking with her. The
Scheme on which their lives had been
worked out made this impossible. He
simply had an overwhelming desire to
sno her. Their lie could 60 back TO his
lonely life, not happy; he could never
be that. but with n fresh picture of
The one woman he had ever loved.
He noticed n smart carriage draw up
before the broad steps OF the Casinc,
and almost simultaneously n man and
q woman eane out Of the building.
The man was middle aged. a triAc
heavy In build and faultlessly dressed.
lie handed the lady into the carrldge.
Hippcslcy, as he caught sight OF her
face, gave n start and clutched hold Of
the table. She wds Il young English
woman, hiR~gnihcently beautiful.
The color left his face. and he rivet.
ed nis eyes on her. lie watched her
smillngly say "goodby" to the man on
the steps; then the carriage turned and
drove rapidly away. AS 1t vanished
from sight he sank back In his chair
his mouth twltchlng. His throat seem.
ed dry and parched; he stretched for
ward and drank ONE tea at Il gulp.
Then the voices of two men talking
just behind him reached his ears.
"That was the Princess Zandra. She
is living at the villa Erondel, at Beau
lieu" aTs
Enormously rIch?"
"She was till n day or so ago" The
man lowered his voice. Hlppesley
found himself strainlng for the next
words. II happen to know" came In
almost n whisper, that the late prince
was sufficiently III advised to Invest
nearly all his money in an enterprise
that has recently come to the ground
with n crash. and the princess. who
never had the slightest suspicion of her
affairs not being In n satisfactory state,
has suddenly been told that another
year at her present rate of expenditure
Will leave her penniless."
"What will she doT"
eco on living as she has done and
marry again. Women with such beau
ty can pick and choose. There are no
hard places for them. Rumor says II
will be the man who has just left her,
He is not n good man, but lie Is pas.
slonsteIy In love with her and a mil
Aonalre twice over"
HIippeslcy rose from his seat and,
making his way round to the terrace
sank into n scat. He felt ne could hear
no more. II was all so curious, so star
flingly strange. To think that the CIR
nc had left living with her father on
the outskirts OF n quiet English coun.
try town should have developed into
this wonderful Princess Zandra whose
beauty was known throughout Europe
Ana they had loved one anotherl He
had gone abroad with the hope OF
making n name for himself, of being
able to claim her. But III luck had
dogged hlIu. and the time had never
come when he could write to her. He
mad left her free. and as the years
went by. bringing nothing but persist
ent failure, he knew that Il was not FOR
him to possess the only thing he count,
cd worth having. Occasionally scraps
OF intelligence as to the course her life
had taken drifted to him. Her father
had died, and she had gone TO live with
n wealthy aunt nj London. From stray
papers that reached him he learned
that her beauty had caused quite n sen.
Eati0f IN society. Then at last came
the new that she had married q for
elgner OF great position, Prince IAN
dra.
He Wondered n she ever thought Of
hIm-remembered the night he had
confessed his love to her. Not a day
had passed In those long years Of fail.
nre but her image had been before
MIN. Now. at length. when he had
achieved some slight success, II was
too late. All that was left for Elm
was to take the absurd little Journey
OF sentiment.
Early next morning he travelled "a
BeauIieu. He got OUT at the railway
sihtion and. following the path that
Jed round TO st. Jean, passed the fish
ing vifags and gained the Point. There
he sank down on the ground and gave
himself up TO his reflections. II was
a perfect morning, a cloudless sky. the
az soft and pregnant with the per-