Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1902-04-10

you wish it, Last Maunday Thursday
| washed the feet of Il old men and
- old women
The proud little nostrils dilated
with disgust.
oh. That is a hOrrid story.
No; it is true-quite true! 1t was
a the cathedral of San Ignacio. The
Cardinalarchbishop held the silver
basin. and there was a solemn mass.
gave the people new clothing and
food; sailed fish and ham and cheese,
dole of so much to each, besides gold
and silver in little crimson bags. 1t
is the royal Offering. Then, the next
day, came the royal pilgrimage. The
whole court. dressed in deep mourn
! ing, goes out on foot to visit all the
| churches in the city, led by the king
and queen. Whether it rains or halls
| it would be the same. This year It
rained. My mother said, when |
showed her how the wet dripped Off
! my sleeve, My son. the Monarch OF
| the MOnarchs went shelterless in all
weathers that our souls might find
shelter through him. Shall the king
OF iberia grumble. then, at a few
drops of rain?'"
The king of IBERIA" Marie who
had thrown herself almost at full
length upon her rock. sat up with
sudden accession Of primness.
The king of lbera? know all
about him..
The king of Ibera? l know all
about him"
Pardon, Mademoiselle; think
not" said the king.
Marie screamed with laughter.
"Oh, you stiff, stiff. pokey little
prig, Must nobody know anything
but yourself?"
| The king rose, very pale, and took
off his cap.
"MademOiselle Marie, you are UNI
| Just, and, what is nearly as bad YOU
, are rude, and ! will leave you" He
stopped and turned away, but sob
broke from him, and the blue eyes
| brimmed with tears that were sternly
kept back. Marie jumped UP.
Come back" She stamped one
small rosy foot imperiously. then Mt
tered shrek of pain, for spiny,
dried sea apple had punished the poor
| foot severely. The king forgot his
! resentment, and ran back to her.
"Ah, the hOrrid. nasty, spiky thing"
she cried, and hurled the echiDus from
: it" V"n&Ctnt!N. Then she 81; e. Vn,
and the hing kneIt beside her The
wounded foot was soIemnly inspect ed
1t bleeds," said Marie. with CULVER
| ms lips, as tiny, bright red bead fol
lowed the withdrawal of a prickle
Il am so, so sorry! | wish knew
What to do to make it we'll"
AT home they would kiss
| il" suggested Marie, with demurely
dropped lashes.
Il will kiss it If you wish. Do you
wish me. truly?"
She nodded, catching her breath. be-
tween whimper and a giggle, as the
boy stopped his fair head and touched
the pink foot with his pale lips.
ut is nicer than kissing the beg
CARS feet, as | did at San IgnaciO," he
said as he rose.
Il am tired of that make believe.
Dent do 1t any more" ordered Marie.
1
little. Once, | ran away from the
ISchlOss-"
Where is the SChloss?"
AT home, in Germany"
so you are German? I'm sOrly."
said the king pensively.
Germans are nice. Why are Won
sorry?" ooh, because Tell
me why you ran away"
Il was tired of my gouvernante,
Nine. Won Bern. / wanted TO go
to school with the village children. SO
ran away. | got to the school
just as they began to sing. The
isChOOlmaster go so red in the face
when I walked in and took my place
with the other children, and joined in
as loud as | could. But Gretchel,
papa's head baiIiff's little girl, didn't
seem pleased She came and
pulled me by the sleeve and said,
Highness, it is unbecOming that the
daughter of a prince should sing
about going to the HimmCl with the
village kinder And then a carriage
drove up and my gouvernante rushed
in like mad and carried me away.
And they-but | won't tell yOu how
they punished me-"
The king was silent. Then he
asked
But why did the head bailiff's little
girl say "A princes daughter?'''
Because papa is a prince, goose"
1T is not like princess" said the
king, ito call names"
DO you know any other prin-
cesses?" said Marie, with some
hauteur
The king smiled.
There are my sisters, Sofia and
Estevana."
And don't they ever call names"
Never! 1t would not be etiquet"
Sofia and Estevana," repeated
Marie Such cd namesl What
is your name?" she added, as an after
thought
Carlos Eduardo Cristiano Godo-
fredo," the king enumerated obed-
iently.
Mine is Marie Sophie Charlotte,
but l don't believe you are really
called Carlos Eduardo, and all the
rest" said Marie. The name belongs
to somebody else quite different
somebody who is really what you
played at being just now" Her eyes
grew dreamy. They say he is
beautiful boy, and that one of these
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