Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-08

Her face was flushed and softly smiling,
rosy with happiness, and her blue eyes were
half closed.
Tell me, Karl" said she. after a time,
how is 1t that you speak such perfect Eng
fish? I've known many Europeans who
spoke 1t well, even automatically, but
there's always a little difference, a little
quality one can't describe, that makes 1t
foreign. You'd know it wasn't their native
tongue. You speak it as if you had been
born to it,
ooh, as for that" said Mallory, i've al
ways spoken English. l was taught it from
the cradle You see my mother was part
English. Faith, 1 can speak it with an
Irish brogue, If you like. Oh, my English
is as natural to me your-and for once -
he added inwardly, that's no lie. You
don't know half my accomplishments, he
went on aloud. II can do no end of things
that would surprise you, really they would
used to write for the newspapers-before
l came to the throne, you know-money
was at times bit scarce in those days.
All, beautiful things 1 wrote!''
"Poetry?' cried the Princess Eleanor ca
gerly.
mo, not poetry, heaven forbidr'
"Ah, but you can, know!" she insisted.
Il know you can. Carlo mio-will you write
me poem? Just the littlest bit of a one!
There was man, oh, ages ago, who wrote
poems to me. They were so silly! Please,
will you write me poem, Carlo, If I'll be
very, very good?.All about me, you know!
L
IT will not said Mallory with decision.
II will put on little red jacket and a
collar with chain and be dragged about
the streets after a hand-organ If that
stand on my head, but I'll write no poems
for anybody. There are depths to which
haven't yet sunk-though upon my word
hadn't suspected Them
The princess sighed wistfulIy.
II should have liked poem, "she grieved,
still, If you won't do little thing like
that for me 1 suppose l shall have to go
without it,
She turned to him with soft laugh of
infinite content, of joy and happiness. She
put up her two hands clasped upon his
breast, leaning upon him, smiling into his
eyes.
"Ah, you shan't be teasedw she cried.
Men hate poetry, don't they? Great big,
strong fighting men like you. You shan't
be leased. my prince; I'm going to be nice
to you, very nice.'
They were standing under the little win
dow in the studio wall. There came sud
denly, from above the sound of voices,
quick, hoarse ordinations and movements
as Of struggle. Then, all at once man
burst through the white curtains. and pois-
ed an instant, one leg over the window
ledge, and sprang to the ground before
them, half falling as he leaped, SO that he
sprawled upon the black earth on hands
and knees
He was on his feet and facing them in
moment He was a rather small man, I'M
der medium height, swarthy of complexion
and with very black hair. He had large
and dark eyes, and fierce little mustache
that turned up sharply at the ends.
The mans breast heaved with a stormy
breathing that checked his utterance. His
face was flushed, and his hands shook
with rage. He seemed scarcely to look at
the Princess Eleanor, but fixed his eyes
upon young Denis Mallory in a glare SO
savage that the Irishman instinctively
drew back a pace, thrusting the girl be-
hind him. so that his body sheltered her.