Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-06-13

How Lorry loathed him!
Lorenz was good looking young fel-
low, little more than boy. His smooth
face was flushed. and there was about
him an air of dissipation that suggest
ed depravity in its advanced stage. The
face that might have been handsome
was the reflection of a roue, dashing,
deyilish. He was fair haired and tall,
taller than his companions by half a
head. With reckless abandon he drank
and sang and jested, arrogant In his
flighty merriment. His cohorts were
not far behind him in riotous wit.
At length one of the reyelers, speak.
ing in German, called on Lorenz for q
toast to the Princess Yetive, his prom
ised bride. Without moments hesita-
ton the prince sprang to his feet, held
his glass aloft and cried:
Here's to the fairest Of the fair.
sweet Yetive. 80 hard to win, too good
to lose. She loves me, God bless her
heart! And l love her, God bless my
heart too! For each kiss from her won
drous lips 1 shall credit myself with
1000 gavvos. That is the price OF a
kiss"
IH give 2,OOOg' roared one of the
mobiles, and there was laugh in which
the prince Joined.
"Nay! I'll not sell them now. In
after years, when she has grown old
and her lips are parched and dry from
the sippings l have had, I'll sell them
all at a bargain. Alas. she has not
yet kissed me"
Lorry's heart bounded with JOY,
though his hands were clinched In rage.
"She will kiss me tomorrow. To
morrow l shall taste what no other
man has touched, what all men have
coveted. And I'll be generous, gentle
men. She is 80 fair that your foul
mouths would blight with but one
caress upon her tender lips, and yet
you shall not be deprived Of bliss. l
shall kiss her thrice for each Of you.
Let me count. Thrice eleven is thirty
three. Aye, thirty three Of my kisses
shall be wasted for the sake OF my
friends. Lucky dogs! Drink to my
princess"
"Bravo! cried the others. And the
glasses were raised to lip.
A chair was overturned. The form
of a man landed suddenly at the side
Of the prince, and a rough hand dashed
the glass from his fingers, the contents
flying over his immaculate English
evening dress.
Don't you dare to drink that toast?
cried a voice in his astonished ear, a
voice speaking in excited German. he
whirled and saw scowling face be-
side his own. a pair Of gray eyes that
flashed fire.
"What do you mean?" he demanded,
anger replacing amazement The 9TH
er members of his party stood as II
spellbound.
81 mean that you speak of the Prin-
cess Of Graustark. Do you understand
that, you miserable cur?'
"Ohw screamed the prince, convulsed
with rage starting back and instinc-
lively reaching for the sword he did
not carry. "You shall pay for this! I
will teach you to interfere"-
"I'll insult you more decidedly just
to avoid Misrepresentation" snarled
Lorry, swinging his big fist squarely
upon the mouth of the prince. bis
royal highness landed under table
ten feet away.
Instantly the cafe was in an uproar.
The stupefied Axphainians regained
their senses, and a general assault was
made upon the hotheaded American.
He knocked another down, Harry An
guish coming to his assistance with
several savage blows, after which the
Graustark spectators and the walters
interfered. 1t was all over in an III
stant, yet a sensation that would live
in the gossip Of generations had been
created. A prince Of the realm had
been brutally assaulted! Holding his
jaw, Lorenz picked himself from the
floor, several of his friends running to
his aid. There was blood OH his lips
and chin; it trickled to his shirt front
For some moments he stood painting,
glaring ut Lorry's mocking face.
Il am Lorenz Of Axpha,n, SIR" he
said at last, his voice quLVering with
suppressed anger.
1T shall be pleasure to kill you,
Lorenz." observed his adversary, dis
playing his ignorance Of leze majesty.
Anguish, pale and very much con-
cerned, dragged him away, the prince
leaving the cafe ahead Of them, fol-
lowed by his chattering, cursing conf
panions Prince Gabriel was standing
near the door as they passed out He
looked at the Americans sharply, and
Anguish detected something like trium-
phant Joy in his eyes.
Good Lord, Lorry, this means a
duel! Don't you know that?" cried he
as they started upstairs.
"Of course do, and I'm going to kill
that villain too!" exclaimed Lorry loud
enough to be heard from one end Of the
room to the other.
"This Is horrible. horrible! Let me
square 1t up some way if''- began the
alarmed Anguish.
Square it up! Look here. Harry All.
guish. | am the one who will do the
squarlng. If he wants duel, lie can
have it at any old time and In any
style he desires"
He may kill your
"Not while just God rules over our
destinies. I'll take my chances with
pistols, and now let me tell YOU one
thing, my boy: He'll never live to touch
his lips to hers. nor will there be IL roy.
al 1yoddinp She cannot marry n dead