Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1901-06-01
A Sentimental! Journey.
BY GILBERT DAYLE.

noon in February, and Hippesley
was sitting on the veranda of the
Cafe de Paris at Monte Carlo. He
sat deep in thought, his ears me-
chanically listening to the strains of
the little Hungarian band few
yards away from him. He was
thinking of the reason that had
brought him to the place. He had
been abroad for II years, yet within
month of his retnrn he had left
again and hurried to spend 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
irresistible. He would not seek an
opportunity of speaking with her.
The scheme on which their lives had
been worked out made this impos-
sible. He simply had an overwhelm-
ing 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 smart carriage draw
up before the broad steps of the
Casino, and almost simultaneously
man and a woman came out of the
building. The man was middle
aged, trihe heavy in build and
taultlessly dressed. He handed the
lady into the carriage. Hippesley,
as he caught sight of her face, gave
start and clutched hold of the table.
She was a young Knglish woman,
magnihcently beautiful.
The color left his face, and he
riveted his eyes on her. He watch
ed her smilingly say "goodby" to
the man on the steps; then the car.
riage turned and drove rapidly
away. AS it vanished from sight he
sank back in his chair, his mouth
twitching. His throat seemed dry
and parched; he stretched forward
and drank some tea at a 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
Beaulieu."
Enormously rich?"
"She was till day or 80 ago"
The man lowered his voice. Hip
pesley found himself straining for
the next words. 81 happen to know"
came in almost whisper, that the
late prince was sufficiently ill ad-
vised to invest nearly all his money
in an enterprise that has recently
come to the ground with crash,
and the princess, who never had the
slightest suspicion of her affairs not
being in IA satisfactory state, has
suddenly been told that another
year at her present rate OF expen-
diture will leave her penniless."
"What will she do?"
marry lgain. Women with such
beauty can pick and choose. There
are no hard places tor them. Rumor
says it will be the man who has just
left her. He is not good man, but
he is passionately in love with her
and a millionaire twice over"
Hippesley rose from his seat and,
making his way round to the ter
race, sank into seat. He felt he
could hear no more. 1t was all so
curious, 30 startlingly strange. To
think that the girl he had lett living
with her father on the outskirts of
quiet English country town should
have developed into this wonderful
Princess Handra, whose beauty was
known throughout Europe. And
they had loved one anotherl He had
gone abroad with the hope of max
ing name for himself, of being able
to claim her. But i'll luck had dog
ged him, and the time had never
come when he could write to her.
He had left her free, and as the years
went by, bringing nothing but per
sistent failure, he knew that it was
not for him to possess the only thing
he counted worth having. Occasion
ally, scraps OF intelligence as to the
course her life had taken dritted to
him. Her father had died, and she
had gone to live with wealthy
aunt in London. From stray papers
that reached him he learned that her