The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-04-05
A Sentimental Journey.


noon in February, and Hippesley
q was sitting on the veranda of the
Cafe de Paris at Monte Carlo. He sat-
deep in thought, his ears mechanically
listening 70 the strains Of the little
Hungarian band few yards away
from him. He was thinking Of the rea-
son that had brought him to the place.
He had been abroad for twelve years,
yet, within a month Of his return, he
had left again and hurried to spend a
few days on the Riviera before taking
steamer at Marseilles
1t was absurd, he knew It, but the
longing to see her face again was IRE
sistlbe. He would not seek an oppor-
tunity Of speaking with her-the
scheme on which their lives had been
worked out made this impossible. He
simply had an overwhelming desire to
see her. Then he could go back to his
lonely life, not happy-he could never
be that, but with a fresh picture Of the
one woman he had ever loved.
He noticed a smart carriage draw up
before the broad steps of the Casino,
and, almost simultaneously, a man and
a woman came out Of the building. The
man was middle-aged, a trifle heavy In
build and faultlessly dressed. He
handed the lady into her carriage. Hip
pesley, as he caught sight of her face,
gave start, and clutehed hold Of the
table. She was a young Englishwo-
man, magnlficently beautiful
The color left his face, and he riveted
his eyes on her. He watched her smil-
lngly say "good-by" 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 twitching. His throat SEEM
ed dry and parched; he stretched for
ward and drank some tea at gulp.
Then the voices Of two men talking
lust behind him reached his ears.
"That was the Princess Zandra she
is living at the villa Erondel, at Beau
lieu"
Enormously rich"
"She was till day or so ago." The
man lowered his voice. Hlppesley
found himself straning for the next
words. 81 happen to know" came IN
almost a whisper, "that the late prince
was sufficiently lll-advised to invest
nearly all his money in an enterprise
that has recently come to the ground
with a crash, and the princess, who
never had the slightest suspicion of ber
affairs not being in a satisfactory state
has suddenly been told that another
year at her present rate Of expenditure
will leave her penniless."
what will she do"
"Go on living as she has done-and
marry again Women with such beau
ty can pick and choose-there are nc
hard places for them. Rumor says II
will be the man who has just left her
He Is not a good man, but he Is pas
sionately In love with her, and mil
llonaire twice over"
Hippesely rose from his seat, and
making his way round to the terrace
sank into d seat He felt he coulC
hear no more 1t was all so curious
so startlingly strange. To think thai
the girl he had left living with hel
father on the outskirts of a qule
English country town should have de
veloped into this wonderful Princes!
Zandra, whose beauty was known
throughout Europe. And they haC
loved one another! He had gone abroad
with the hope of making a name TO
himself, of being able to claim her. Blu
ill-luck had dogged him, and the tim
had never come when he could writ
to her. He had left her free, and as tn
years went by, bringing nothing bu
persistent failure, he knew that 1t wa
not for him to possess the only thini
he counted worth having. OCCASIONAL,
scraps Of intelligence as to the cours
her life had taken drifted to him. He
father had died. and she had gone t
live with a wealthy aunt In London
From stray papers that reached him b
learned that her beauty had cause,
quite a sensation in society. Then a
last came the news that she had maj
ried a foreigner Of great position
Prince Zandra.
He wondered If she ever thought o
hlm-remembered the night he ha
confessed his love to her Not a da
had passed in those long years of fai
ure but her image had been before hin
Now, at length, when he had achieve
some slight success, 1t was too late. A
that was left for him was to take th
absurd little Journey of sentiment.
Early next morning he Travelled I
Beauleu. He got out at the rallwa
station and, following the path that lie
village, and gained the point There b
sank down on the ground, and CAV
himself up to his reflections. 1t was
perfect morning, a cloudless sky. th
air soft and pregnant with the perfum
of the roses that grew right to the edg
of the tiny cliff Some thirty feet b
low him was the sea. not ripple en- Il
smooth surface, the clear blue tin
cleaning in the sunshine
Presently he was aware Of woma
gazing curiously at him. The next m
ment they had recognized one anothe
She went suddenly pale and her Iii
parted in wonder.
"Ralph!- she gasped.
He looked at her mutely. He was fat