The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-03-24
CHAPTER VII.


''How did you happen to want to mar
ny me, Karl?' demanded the Princess Ell
eanor. athirst for inform ntion- 1t was
the third day of the meeting.
II saw you in a. carriage, a victoria.
driving in the park one day, the. Central
Park, isn't it? In New York, you know"
He felt quite safe about these points
now, for he had been painstakingly
coached by the resourceful Miss Manner
ing. + 49,.
why. but that" objected the princess.
wondering a little, that's no reason at
all. Men don't want. to marry. girls just
because they've seen them once on the
street"
"Oh. don't they. thought cried Denis
Mallory. We'll maybe they don't, ordi-
nary girls. / never wanted to marry any
other girl because I'd seen her once at a
distance But you're so absurdly differ
ent. you know
I'm not" declared the princess with a
certain lack of conviction. certain OBJ
rious Willingness to be disputed. Am
l.: she added encoura gingly. how
Mallory waited till she raised her head
and her eyes met his. 1t always gave him
q little shock. quick catching Of the
breath. to meet her eyes.
YOU'RE the most unSpeakably beautiful
thing that God ever dreamed of and made
on the waking" said he You're flowers
man, shut into one sweet body. All my
lady you're the break o day to soul
that's been shvering in the dark. Differ
ent from other women? Are there other
women? l suppose SO. but I've not seen
them or heard them or thought Of them
since | met you. I've seen nothing but
your eyes and your smile and all the per-
feet loneliness of you. night and day. And
I've heard nothing but your voice from
morning to morning. It's In my ears al
ways like the Tilt Of an old sweet song
And I've thought of nothing but you till
my mind will grasp no other thing. till
my brains a mere machine that throws
pictures OF you before me without rest,
waking or sleeping. Different from other
women? Oh, my lady, my LADY,"
The Princess Eleanor's face was hidden
In her hands. Her little ears and her neck
We're crimson as the long wrap that she
wore
All. you're q goddess, my lady, come
down from-someWhere to make a god of
very worthless and undeserving young
chap. a goddess with a goddess eyes
and bearing. but oh. a woman's smile and
a, wOmans blush! such a very human god
dess, Eleanor. that one must worship. but
that one isn't afraid of! It's woman as
much as goddess. my lady. and oh, my
heart is in the dust under her feet!
Ah, not goddess, Karl, not goddess.'
cried the Princess Eleanor through the
hands that covered her face. lust a wo,
man! such a very human woman like other
women. Just a girl Who--Wllo feels hel
heart throb and tremble when you tell hel
she's beautiful just a girl who's starving
for one mans love"
But young Mallory gripped the edge Of
the old stone seat with straining fingers
and forced back the words that rushed tt
his lips.
Great God. what have [ done?" h,
cried mt
break, 'broken faith with them all, ant
they trusted me- Oh. you BLACKBOARD
you BLACKBOARD! Is there anything 70,
won't fall to? And I'd sworn to mysel
never to let it come to that. never to sa,
a word of outright love to her. All. yol
blackguardi Squirm out OF it now If 20,
can
He turned about to the girl shaking hi
head sadly. -. =:
Forgive me. Eleanor" said he, "I-Tu
broken faith with you in sort of way
haven't L? I was to give you time not t
press you. was to let you come gradual
to know me, care for me-if you couC
AnI here am I making desperate love t
you almost in the beginning! 1t teas
not to make love to you. my lady. For
give me! l won't do it again--soon.'
The Princess Eleanor smiled to hir
adorably through wet lashes, and Mallor
chung to the edge Of the old stone seat.
"Ah. yes. yes, Carlo she breathet
give a little time. A girl shrinks fro1
her surrender. even when--wfenk she ache
to make the surrender. It's a girls auee
nature to be SO. Don't make me tell yo
that I love you. yet, even if I want tt
Give me time. Karl time for my Low
dreams. for my girls fears and 1ualn
and imaginngs. Don't take me tC
quickly by storm. for I'm wofully veal
my prince and I'd be in your arms i'll
moment Come. we must walk, we've Sc
still too long. Hook the cape for me
perhaps you d better-not. I'll hook it, S,
perhaps you'd better--not. TIL hok it, ST
Now, come! There won't be many lilat
to fall in my hair to-day. See, they
nearly gone. All, but the chestnuts are