The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1902-11-07

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3 BY GILBERT DAYLE.
Bv GILBERT DAYLE.

| 1t was about 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 ears mechanically listening to the
strains Of the little Hungarian band a
| few yards away from him. lie was
| thinking of the reason that had brought
| him to the place He had been abroad
| for IL years, yet within month of his
return he had left again and hurried
to spend 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 ire
sistble. 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 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 ana
a woman came out of the building
| The man was middle aged, trif1e
heavy in build and faultlessly 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 young English
| woman, magnificently beautiful.
| The color left his face. and he rivet-
| ed his eyes on her. He watched her
smilingly say "goodby" to the man on
the steps: then the carriage turned and
drove rapidly away AS it 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 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 Beau
lieu"
| enormously rich?'
"She was till day or so ago." The
man lowered his voice. Hippesley
found himself straining for the next
words. 81 happen to know" came in
almost a whisper, that the late prince
was sufficiently i'll 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 her
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?"
$50 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
| lionaire twice over"
Hippesley rose from his seat and
making his way round to the terrace
sank into seat He felt he could heal
no more. 1t was all so curious, so star
tlingly strange TO think that the CIR
he had left living with her father OF
the outskirts of quiet English coun
try town should have developed into
this wonderful Princess Zandra, whose
beauty was known throughout Europe
And they had loved one another! HI
had gone abroad with the hope OF
making a name for himself. of being
able to claim her, But i'll luck hat
logged him, and the time had never
come when he could write to her. HI
had left her free. and as the year!
went by, bringing nothing but persist
ent failure he knew that 1t was not fo
him to possess the only thing he count
ed worth having Occasionally scraps
of intelligence as to the course her lift
had taken drifted to him. Her father
had died, and she had gone to live will
a wealthy aunt in London. From stray
papers that reached him he learned
that her beauty had caused quite sen
sation in society. Then at last came
the news that she had married for
eigner of great position. Prince Ian
dra.
He wondered If she ever thought o.
him-remembered the night he hat
confessed his love to her. Not day
had passed in those long years of fail
ure but hee image had been before
him. Now, at length. when he hat
achieved some slight success, it wal
too late. All that was left for hin
was to take the absurd little journe.
of sentiment.
Early next morning he travelled t.
Beaulieu. He got out at the railwa.
station and, following the path tina
led round to st. Jean, passed the fish
ing village and gained the Point. Their
he sank down on the ground and gav'
himself up to his reflections. 1t was
a perfect morning. cloudless sky, tn
air soft and pregnant with the per
fume of the roses that grew right t.
the edge Of the tiny cliff. Some 30 feel
below him was the sea, not ripple oil
its smooth surface, the clear blue tints
cleaning in the sunshine.
Presently he was aware of a woman
gazing curiously at him. The next
moment they had recognized one an
other. She went suddenly pale, and
her lips parted in wonder.
Ralph she gasped.
He looked at her mutely. He was
face to face with her ut last, and the
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