The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1903-08-01

before two massive doors. IL
was the next afternoon. and
she had already shown him the palace
OF queen, the howell OF a pauper!
through the afternoon not one word
n than those which might have
pHssd between good friends escaped
the Ups OF either. He was all inter
est sbe oil graciousness. Abode. the
sturdf guard. swung open the doors.
drewfthe curtain and stood aside for
: theT TO pass. Into the quiet hall she
ID princess In a gown OF gray.
Her In tweeds. Inside the doors
I'd l thought you were Miss Gug-
Dyenslocker." he said. She laughed with
the glee OF child who has charmed
and delighted through surprise.
MN I not feeble mite 10 sit on
thai fhrone and rule all that comes
within its reachr' She directed his
attention to the throne at the opposite
end OF the hall. From its seat calm
ly instruct gray haired statesmen.
weigh their wisdom and pass upon II
as II l were Demosthenes. challenge
the evils that may drive monarchs
mad and wonder II my crown Is on
straight"
LET me be ambassador from the
Uvkted States and kneel at the throne,
ydol highness."
II could not engage In jest with the
crown my ancestors wore, Mr.. Lorry.
II Is sacred, thou thoughtiess Amer
team. Come, we will draw nearer that
you may see the beauty OF the work
manship In that great old chair
They stood at the base OF the low.
velveted stnge on which stood the chair.
with Its high back. fits massive arms
and legs a-shimmer In the light from
the lofty windows. II was OF gold, In
laid with precious stones-diamonds,
rubies, emeralds, sapphires and other
wondrous jewels-a relic OF ancient
Graustark.
II never sit I'm the center. Always at
one side or the other. usually leaning
discussions are generally SO long and
dreary that | become fatigued. One
time-I am ashamed TO confess It'll
went TO sleep on the throne. That was
long ago. l manage TO keep awake
very we'll OF late. Do you like my
throneroomr
"And to think that II is yours!''
1T is this room that gives me the
right to be hailed with Long live the
princcssr Not with campaign yells
and 'Hurrah for Yetivev How does
that sound? 'Hurrah for Yeuvey" She
was laughing merrily
Don't say It! 1t sounds sacrilegious,
revoltingr'
For over three years-sincc | was
eighteen have been supreme In that
chair. During the years OF my reign
prior to that time sat there with my
Uncle Caspar standing beside me- How
often l begged him 10 sit down with
me! There was so much room, and he
certainly must have grown tired OF
standing. One time cried because he
frowned at me when l persisted In the
presence OF great assemblage OF no.
bles from Dawsbergen. Ii seems that
IL was a most important audience that
l was granting. but thought more OF
y Il
saying through my sobs OF mortifica-
ton that | would have him beheaded.
You are TO guess whether that startling
threat created CONSERVATION or mirth"
"What whimsical little princess
you must have been. weeping and pout-
ing and going TO sleepv' he laughed.
"And how sedate and wise you have
becomer'
THANK you. How very nice you
are. | have felt all along that some
one would discern my effort TO be dig
nified and sedate. They say am wise
and good and gracious, but that is TO
be expected. They said that OF sover-
eigns as far back as the deluge. I've
heard. Would you really like 10 see
me I'm that old chair?" she asked.
"Ah, you are still woman" he said
smiling ut her pretty vanity. Moth
ing could impress me more pleasantly"
She stepped carelessly and impulsive-
ly upon the royal platform, leaned
against the arm OF the throne. and with
the charming blush OF consciousness
turned 10 him with the quickness OF n
guilty conscience, eager TO hear his
{, praise, but fearful lest he secretly con-
demne4 her conceit. His eyes were
burning with the admiration that
knows no defining, and his breath
Game quick and sharp through parted
lips> lie involuntarily placed foot
upon the bottom step. as II 10 spring
TO her side.
you must not come up here" she
Cried. shrinking back. her hands ex-
tended I'm fiuttering remonstrance. II
cannot permit that at all!"
IL beg your pardon" he cried. That
IL all the humble plebeian can say.
That l may be more completely under
this fairy spell. pray cast about your
self the robe OF rank and take up the
scepter. Perhaps l may fall upon my
face"
And hurt your head all over again."
she said, laughing nervouslv Che hea-